In news that turns your stomach, struggling pop star Janet Jackson recently revealed her penchant for midget sex with long time boyfriend and super producer, Jermaine Dupri. In an upcoming article with Essence magazine, the effervescent titty barer says, “I feel like I finally met my match. In relationships it was always the guy telling me, ‘OK, hold on, wait a minute.’ I’d ask my girlfriends, ‘Aren’t we supposed to be the ones who say, ‘Wait, not tonight, I have a headache?’ This happened through two (marriages) for me. I thought, ‘Something’s not right here.’ But with Jermaine I don’t have to say anything; he knows I’m ready. Any time, any place.”
I think I speak for most people with eyes and an imagination when I say, “Eww!” Don’t get me wrong, I am a big Janet Jackson fan, but lately she, like the ‘Yonce, has been wrecking my nerves. I think it’s great she’s found someone she truly loves and happily engages in ugly sexual escapades with, but do we have to hear about it? Better question is why are her sexual escapades the only thing she’s been able to talk about for the last couple of years?
She is 40 years old, has sold tens of millions of records, made contributions to various charitable causes over the years, is lauded for her creativity (or what now seems to be Rene’s creativity) and contributions to pop culture. At this stage in her career, she seems to only focus on sex. In her material. In her stage act. In her interviews. We get it, Janet. You like sex. You’re a big nympho. You have piercings that help get you off. You like to be tied up. You suck dick like no other. Now you’re enjoying ugly troll sex with Jermaine Dupri. Ok, what else do you have to talk about?
Now her album title has been changed from 20 Years Old to 20 Y.O. in what I gather is an effort to sound younger? That doesn’t make you sound cooler, Jan. It just makes you go from the cool aunt to the drunk and out of touch aunt that does the butterfly to snap music.
And recently Jermaine said, ‘Where’s Beyonce going to be in 20 years?’ It’s hard for me to visualize. I don’t put them on the same plane.” Hopefully Beyonce’s not laid out in a thong (promo pictures) pushing singles that sound like the song the chick second to Beyonce recorded four years prior in a desperate attempt to cling to her youth like his girlfriend.
I don’t get why someone so talented is adamant about remaining stagnant creatively. But I do know one thing: I don’t want to hear about her sexual rendezvous with the chocolate version of Tattoo from Fantasy Island.
Love you, though, Janet.