I generally tend to hate films that are aggressively marketed towards my particular sex. It’s not that I don’t like films about romance and emotions and all that; it’s just that films that have been dreamed up by Hollywood studios with the sole intention of tapping into a female audience are generally terrible films.
The next few months are set to be big ones in the world of pop music. Most likely, if you’re an astute follower of the genre, you don’t need me to tell you as you’ve already been running excited laps around your bedroom for weeks to burn off all the nervous energy you’ve collected, salivating at the prospect of what you can almost – but not quite – reach out and grasp.
Prince once sang, ‘…two thousand zero zero, party over, whoops, out of time. So tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 1999’. Singing about the advent of the apocalypse (it was 1982, but he was thinking futuristic as per), the philosophy he presented was that – should such an event occur – the only thing to do would be to forget your worries and fears: and simply dance your socks off. As I’m sure we’d agree anyone would be wise to do at particularly difficult and challenging times in life.
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