Fugger: Natasha Bedingfield

Billboard Music Awards WTF: Natasha Bedingfield


Oh, my God. No, Natasha. You know what is not still unwritten? MY HORROR.

This is the kind of thing you wear when you call the paparazzi and tell them you’re going to the doctor/Bristol Farms market/the gym, so they will run a photo of your hot abs but you can still claim it was just your lounging clothes. Bonus points if you’re doing it after a breakup, so you can fill your shopping cart with high-calorie feelings and yet still remind everyone your stomach is taut even in grief. It’s a janky hellpile even so, but as something you have actually picked out and lovingly fluffed and prepared for your big night out on a red carpet, it is A CHARRED HEAP OF CRAZY ON A KEBAB. Because those are SWEATPANTS. And that is a bra. And the rest is just crocheted skin. I’m sorry, guys, but Granny has to come out to play: WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY. WEAR YOUR SWEATPANTS TO YOGA AND WEAR YOUR ABS IN YOUR HOUSE.

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Grammy Awards Fugs and Fabs: Reds and Oranges


So much half-heartedness.

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Fugtasha Bedingfield


Natasha Bedingfield, you are a treasure.

Is SHE the genie who gave Lady Gaga the three wishes that shot her to fame?

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Fugs and Fabs: World War Z Premiere


This premiere had a surprisingly boring guest list, which could mean it’s a terrible movie nobody wants to support, or that nobody but Natasha Bedingfield and those contractually obligated to be there felt like competing with The Return of the Jolie. Or something else. But I like the dramatic explanations.

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Grammy Awards Fug Carpet: Natasha Bedingfield


With all due respect to Natasha, without whom we would have had no theme song to The Hills, and therefore would never have known when we were supposed to be communicating with people only via wordless, meaningful glances, how is she still getting invited to stuff?

I presume it’s not because the music industry is continuing to look for ways to honor her for contributing the brutal ear-worm that accompanies a local ad for Morongo, a Southern Californian Indian casino that helpfully anagrams (not even) to “Moron, go!” which is truly what the ad is telling you,  when you get right down to it. Are they perhaps forcing her go to the Grammys to ANTONE for that? Because that WOULD explain the dress.

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Fugs, Fabs, and Fines: Everyone Else on the Red Carpet at VH1 Divas


In which Adam Lambert appears to be auditioning for Game of Thrones.

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