When I heard that a dress code was being instituted this year, I was bummed. It’s the Grammys! It’s a time for us proletariats to tune in and see who is so desperate for attention that they will do/wear/say anything on the red carpet in order to get some press. Nipples out? Check. Ass cheeks showing? Double check. Strategically placed cut outs in dress as to give the illusion that I am naked? Best Dressed!!
That being said, the Grammys isn’t really the type of event you want to tame down. It’s the music industry – a mash up of people, styles, ages and backgrounds. Not only that, but the industry is rooted in creativity. Performers are natural renegades – give them a rule and they are going to break it. A friend of mine said he thought the dress code was a good idea. It would force people to get more creative with their outfits. Hmmmm….perhaps. I might jump on that bandwagon if the dress code was inspiring like “Futuristic” or “Highbrow Hippie” (ha!) but telling people to cover up is less dress code and more common sense. If people don’t have sense enough not to walk the red carpet in todays highly documented age with a see through dress on then they deserve all the bad commentary that’s coming their way. They make things for that – they’re called panties and nipple covers. Get on it.
Each genre has it’s own vibe…Pop, Rock, Hip Hop, Country and Urban Contemporary. Stop. What the hell is that? Urban Contemporary? I honestly feel like they made that up just so Frank Ocean could win an award. Which he didn’t deserve because A) he can’t sing and B) see A.
But I digress. I was talking about red carpet moments and how the Grammys never disappoints. As I watched on Sunday I saw a few “moments” that made me smile, but overall? Meh. Not impressed. Just lots of floor length dresses (yawn), black (again, yawn) and one shoulder numbers. I yearned for the years before where Grammy red carpet moments were just that – MOMENTS.
OF GRAND ENTRANCES….
OF POLITICAL/CULTURAL/RELIGIOUS/WHATEVER STATEMENTS….
OR JUST PLAIN FOOLISHNESS….
I mean, if the most memorable thing we can come up with to talk about are Katy Perry’s boobs then….sigh….there is work to be done. Not that she didn’t look fab (my vote goes to her for dress of the night), but really…I could stand for some real fierceness on the red carpet. Take Rick James and Grace Jones 1982….now THAT’s creative.
But alas, here we are in 2013 at the 55th annual Grammy Awards and while I wasn’t blown away, there were a few things noteworthy and so I decided to give some awards of my own:
BEST IMPROVED OUTFIT OVER PAST YEARS:
BEST I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF HE KICKED MY ASS I LOVE HIM AND BESIDES WE GET STONED TOGETHER :
BEST I AM A NORMAL PERSON WHO IS TOTALY SECURE IN MYSELF AND AS SUCH WILL WEAR A MODEST BUT SURPRISING DRESS BECAUSE WHO CARES – I CAN REALLY SING:
BEST GRAMMY DEBUT THAT LEFT EVERYONE SUPER PUZZLED AND ASKING WTF?:
BIGGEST SORE LOSER: