Look, I don’t know if Selena Gomez can really sing. I don’t really care. I do know that the girls who attend her shows could care less. And the men who ogle her increasingly sextastic stage show can’t hear a single sound when singularly focused on her performing hotness.
Selena hasn’t quite gone to the sexualized levels of Miley and Rihanna or even Britney onstage, not yet. But she’s also no modest flower like Katy is oddly demanding of her peers. She’s right in the sweet hot middle. Nothing outrageous or over the top, but just the purity of our belusted Latina minx bending and preening and flashing legs and tummy enough to make me say, ‘wow, what’s the next stop on your mall tour, Selena?’ Enjoy.