I must admit, as hot as I find Taylor Swift rolling around all climaxy in the ocean flume, I’m not quite convinced this isn’t just a little bit staged. Having said that, since when do I care about anything being staged? Not when it involves Taylor Swift in a wet t-shirt on the cover of Rolling Stone.
Taylor’s trying to remake her image slightly to more of the adventurous naughty pop singer type. I don’t know if she can pull that off, but I do know if wet clingy t-shirts are the start, I like the direction this is headed. I’ve never much cared for her music, but I’ve always cared for her tall slender frame and those killer legs she works on with Karlie Kloss daily at the gym (and maybe a little scissor kissing at night? Dare to dream the lesbionic dream).
Taylor, you do realize you could catch a cold with that wet shirt on. Please, let me help you save your health. Oh, that would be fun. Enjoy.
If you chose Miley Cyrus for your most shy and demure list in entertainment, meh, you just might hear the buzzing sound of an incorrect guess. Miley is on a ‘look at me now’ tour of pretty epic proportions. Between the concert performance, the awards shows, the music videos, the pictorials, and now her interview in Rolling Stone magazine, where Miley not only takes off most of her clothes once more, but also gets tattooed and screams about gender bias, well, it’s all happening.
If Miley’s goal was to make herself the most talked about pop star among the sky filled with stars, she has succeeded. Enjoy.
Um, I know you’re not supposed to, but, um, well, let’s just say — love that sheer white t-shirt on the most passion-inducing Jennifer Lawrence.
You must CSI this for yourself. I’m too busy gawking to do the work. Enjoy.
Credit: Rolling Stone magazine
The Jennifer Lawrence loving world has been buzzing with oohs and aahs since the release of her Interview magazine cover earlier this week, which we were about to praise for its Jennifer Lawrence loving awesomeness, when along comes her Rolling Stone magazine cover and delivers a second dose of testicularly tingly Hunger Games goodness.
It’s not that simply that we lust Jennifer Lawrence. Or that we want ever so badly to be her boyfriend. It’s that we want to burrow between her bosom, build a nest, and never ever come out.
If Jennifer Lawrence fueled creepy dirty thoughts are a crime, lock me up now! Enjoy.