Pussycat Dolls Still Not Clear on Why They are There?

Pussycat Dolls Still Not Clear on Why They are There? by Roxanne McDonald

Another one claims she is so not trained for this and still another gripes they didn’t sign up for this—difficult session learning a song and dance routine for the PCD Lounge in Vegas.

What is it with these chicks?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, good TV, and hot advertising for the Pussycat Dolls…. But the complaining is so ridiculous that sometimes they aren’t even complaining right. (Just wait, you’ll see my point.)

First up to be critiqued by this expert on all things beautiful and artistic is Anastacia. Now, I LOVE this PCD hopeful. Besides Melissa S., and maybe Chelsea (if she can get beyond dancing like Striparella), Anastacia has my well wishes for winning the new position.

But she is frustrated with food and her weight and is on that I’m-worried- over-my-weight-therefore-I’ll-eat cycle.

Chelsea is next. She is a former fatty, so she would know way better than to bitch about someone having food issues, and especially should know that “just not eating” (which in effect would kill Anastacia—duh) is never a smart solution.

Asia…Asia I won’t even bother botching about with regards

to her fluttering finger on the mic (yes, Mr. Fair, it is driving many of us bonkers, as well). Instead, I will comment on one of her comments that is surely a candidate for that old “Things that make you go Hmmm” category: she complains about not wanting healthy food. She also bitches about haute cuisine. So she gets her some hamburger and fries. So what? Then, however, after the others start dubbing her the diva of the house (or presidential suite), she tells us that “sometimes diva isn’t always [??? Sometimes isn’t always] about positive…” whatever. Do you mean it isn’t always a bad thing to be a diva?
But speaking of Asia, and to be fair, one, she does have a helluva set of pipes. And two, that vocal expert coach person, Valerie somebody, was unbelieeeeevably harsh on Asia. She called her singing rife with “vocal gymnastics,” that she called this kind of singing “fake singing,” and that she was copping out with that voice…. Man, the way she said it was vitriolic. I know tough love works for many coaches and teachers, but does this woman even like her clients or her job?

Then we get to the still so naïve they are endearing women—one saying she imagines that’s “what you do when you’re a celebrity—last minute performances;” another

claiming she doesn’t dance all that much or whatever; and another still NOT being able to sing. That latter PCD hopeful is Mariela. My god, when she howled out those flat, painfully off-key notes, I was sure she was on some personal quest to give Sanjaya a run for his title of king of really bad sing.

Now, I know of the authentic desire to do what you really love. I appreciate the craving for fame (when you’re that young). And I get how such reality talent search shows will have a few antitheticals…for interesting and successful television.

But the competition is for a singer/dancer, for cripes’sake!

So when young and clueless complaints include, “We didn’t sign up for this!” I want to either scream at them that uh, yes, you did…or grab their innocent and insecure little selves and just give them a hug and a gentle nudge out the career door, down the career path, and onto the fork in that path that has nothing to with that which they are incapable of doing.

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