Whenever my friends and I go out and the topic of Amy Wino pops up, I am always the one who ends up getting laughed at. "How can you possibly despise Britney Spears and stand up for this wreck?", someone will always say. And yes, all this is 99% true: Amy Wino is a pill-popping, drunken mess of a woman, who has a hard time holding her life together, falls apart on stage, throws her mike at the audience, curses and spits on her fans.
She disappoints when you least expect it, and when you expect to be disappointed she pulls off a spectacular performance, and then everyone is once again praising her...and the madness never stops. My only argument would be "yes, but she's talented...just listen to that voice". Well, I regret to say that I finally grew to realize it's not enough to have a good voice if everything else about you screams "trainwreck".
And just when I was feeling miserable about betraying Amy and thinking she's a hopeless case of a talented musician who will end up killing her career over drugs and booze, I got these very nice (kidding) photos of her...well, pulling some pretty terrifying faces at the media, as she headed towards jail to visit her (mercifully) locked up hubby. And suddenly, some...well, OK, most of my guilt vanished. I don't know why.
Probably because somewhere deep in my heart I was holding on to this romantic vision of old Wino alone in a corner, forsaken by all her friends... Well, not anymore. But these photos - they're so grotesque, so plain scary, and they clash so badly with my romantic concept of "forsaken Wino" that somehow they turned out to be better exorcism for my Wino-philia than anything else you might imagine.
And so, let's have a closer look at our Wino: tangled hair, no beehive in sight (I'm not sure that's supposed to be good news or bad news, though), a blue...something (looks more like a piece of blue cloth from where I'm standing but I've been wrong before...) and the looks of someone who's definitely deluded.
There's...anger, and despise, and hatred in her looks. Now, maybe whoever she was looking at (poor fellow) may have actually done something to deserve the hateful glare, the tongue-in-cheek (literally) and the whole attitude which seems to threaten us all with a good beating. Lucky Amy is so thin...but someone should definitely tell her you can't really pierce someone with your stare. Who knows, though. So, I'm afraid to say that Amy really managed to spook me this time. A little less Wino, more sanity for me, then - and I hope you'll get to see my point really soon.
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