The Useless Critic 2.0

Yesterday, I came across an article lamenting the lack of a true summer anthem for 2015 . Truth be told, I live in a radio-free bubble where I have the luxury to totally ignore top 40. Unless something unusually good climbs across my radar, I gleefully ignore whatever is exceedingly popular at the moment. Sometimes I have the misfortune of hearing the obnoxious opium of the masses while I'm on an Uber or when I'm out, but 9 out of 10 times I can live my life in my Internet radio-dominated bliss.  I was sort of taken aback, because the writer's totally correct: We haven't had a "Blurred Lines" or "Fancy" this year. I mean, of course Lana has the goods, but you won't hear them on the radio (unless it's that sped-up "Summertime Sadness" remix....bleh).  At first, I thought maybe the summer song was "Bad Blood?" I mean, all that hype about that video: I didn't even know that video had a plot until I read reviews ...

a new series Sears. Anywhere. Sarah Jessica Parker was not near a Sears.  This is because SJP is well aware the early 1900s are long over and one no longer goes to Sears to make a day. Thus, she probably spent the weekend at PRADA and GUCCI and BLOOMINGDALES and TARGET. maybe she bought scarves; maybe she bought perfume. She most definitely did not buy kneesocks. SJP was spotted this month wearing what appeared to be, to some knowledgeable outsiders, a discarded satellite dish. Word is that it may have belonged to Ashton Kutcher in his pre-divorce days. TEAM DEMI FTW