When I first heard Shakira's She Wolf on the radio, I was mesmerised. A catchy tune, interesting lyrics, complete with a sensual howl in the chorus (repeated at least 3 times in the song) elicit responses oysters and Tongkat Ali are probably capable of. Okay I may have exaggerated a bit but the bottomline is, it was a refreshing change since her last sensation about hips that always speak the truth.
Then, just now on MTV Asia, I saw the words She Wolf emblazoned across my newly acquired flat screen TV, and boy was I aroused, erm, I mean, excited. Finally, I get to see the music video! Unfortunately, what went on for the next 3 minutes was a painful experience. There she was, dressed in spandex, dancing with an impressive flexibility but in a way that was distasteful and resembled a worm, a spider, a fish, but not a wolf. Why Shakira, why?! Why do you have to spoil a song like this?! Why can't you hire Jonas Akerlund and do something Oscar-worthy like Lady Gaga's Paparazzi? Come on, she was dancing in crutches and it still looked decent! You were just in spandex, a short short translucent black skirt, and gyrating all the wrong parts of your body!
End of announcement.
*rest assured it is uncharacteristic of me to go into a tirade like this, but some artistes simply push the "sex sells" envelope a little too far... tsk tsk.
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