Last night, in my quest to be proactive, I decided to break open a bottle of wine and watch the American Music Awards. I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed myself, especially during Adam Lambert's performance. As you may recall from last week, his managers were being mocked for requesting that he not be portrayed as 'too gay' in a magazine that he was featured in. When I saw him driving a couple of leashed, leather-harnessed men, I realized that Lambert and his managers were not on the same page. When Lambert dry humped one of these guys in the mouth, I was pretty certain of it. Then he fondled a female dancer's crotch, made out with a male-ish keyboardist, and actually left me stunned, which doesn't happen often. Nothing usually strikes me as exceptionally risque. This did, although not in a disapproving way. I just couldn't believe Lambert's 'cojones'.
My mom watched the same awards show. "What did you think of Adam Lambert last night?", she asked me when she came by today
"I couldn't believe it!", I replied with a smirk, as I waited to hear about how she no longer respects him as a performer.
"Oh, I thought he was great!", she started. "I just don't care for the way he styles his hair."
(shaking my head) Grandparents today are just too desensitized!
