Filed under: Balance, Career, Fashion | Tags: American Idol, Balance, Career, Fashion, Gwen Stefani, Motherhood
Last year I had great seats at the American Idol Concert—the one with the gray-haired guy with ADD whose name I can never remember, Daughtry, whose new album I absolutely love, and a young hottie named Ace whose singing was…well, mediocre. The only reason I even knew his name was because of the pack of 13-year-old-girls seated next to me. When the curly-haired kid stepped into the lights, you would have thought the Beatles had just been resurrected—the girls went ballistic, screaming his name, crying, reaching out as if he might climb the thirty-some-odd rows just to touch their hands. They would have really freaked if they’d known that I had a backstage pass in my pocket. Especially since I’d never watched American Idol, and hadn’t the faintest idea who any of the singers were.
All that to say — I watched American Idol last week. The one with Gwen Stefani as the guest star. Now, I’m not much of a pop music girl…I’d take Daughtry or Red Hot Chili Peppers any day. But the “hollaback girl” of pop has won a convert. And not so much because I admire her music, but because I admire her.
