It's Monday morning and I'll be damned if I'm not going to leer a bit at Selena Gomez, my teen diva princess coming out of show warm ups in Vancouver for her We Own the Night international music tour in some tight stretchy pants. This is the first headlining tour that doesn't involve just shopping malls and Bar Mitzvahs and I think she's set to become the next auto-tuned boy-trouble song-singing champion. Maybe like the next Taylor Swift, but with a naughty side to her, and less acoustic guitar and country-music type song intros talking about summers by the creek and her daddy. Just plain, old fashioned by-the-numbers dance moves and tightly rehearsed lip-synching.
And, oh, those lips. Mmm. Enjoy.