A hospital waiting room I visited Saturday had not one but TWO magazines with artist Adele on the cover, (and in the exact same pose no less). This came as a shock to me as I'd last heard of this piece of **** hack back in my days of retail servitude where two of her abominations were played ad infinitum over the MUZAK public address for months on end. "Chasing Pavements" was utterly boring and instantly forgettable, hence the need to play it 50 times in an 8-hour shift, effectively carving it into the cranial matter of anyone unfortunate enough to be within earshot, and "Rumor Has It" was the most atrocious ear sodomy I'd experienced in the last decade.
The fact that this wretched woman has achieved such a preposterous level of fame and wealth is staggering, and speaks volumes of the barrel-scraping cultural low that the masses have sunk to.
Please die in a fire, Adelle. Thanks.
