I’ve been a Nicole stan for over a decade now, but even I had to stop and say “hollup…VH1 is making Behind the Musics for people who don’t really make any music?” She has yet to score an actual hit outside of a girl group and both of her (prefabricated) girl groups fell apart because can’t nobody work with the girl.
I know sometimes these chicks buy dresses that look cute at home, and then the bright ass flashbulbs on the red carpet turn into mini-Xray machines and boom: tiddies on Front Street. But no, that’s not what happened here. I know that’s not what happened. Because this heffah Instagrammed a picture of herself—breasteses on blast—like that was Cute and Proper and OK to do.
THIS IS SO BAD! They look unsure, uncoordinated, unready, and AWKWARD. But I would be lying if I said my tiny gay self wasn’t completely obsessed with these mediocre bitches. I thought they were going to be IT! They weren’t, obviously. But let me just relive this moment in time anyway.
Props to Nicole, even 10 years ago, stealing the show with a minimum of talent. I’m still Team Scherzinger though, forever and always. She still can’t buy a hit single with all the pelvic thrusts in the world, but at least she isn’t the fashion tragedy that has become Aubrey O’Day. ::shudder::