As I noted on Twitter, I cannot latch onto Iggy Azalea. When she’s standing around, or being interviewed, there’s no real there there, and when she’s performing absolutely nothing about her comes across as authentic in any way. It’s all a big put-on, and it’s not even an INTERESTING put-on, so I’m flummoxed as to how this is happening at all. Maybe I really have stepped over that last chasm that now separates me from The Youngs. (I DID, in fact, note to Jessica that her ponderous song with Rita Ora and the boring stuff Ariana Grande, Jessie J, and Nicki Minaj sang all somehow sounded the same. I AM SIXTY INSIDE.)
She told a really poor story about this dress that went something like, “They flew me a dress and it didn’t even fit me and they busted it apart and put it on me and here I am.” First, yes, it looks like it. Second, she has got to work on her delivery. Third, meh. If that clear patch is supposed to be a window into her the mysteries of her very core, I don’t think it’s working.