Well hello there, and good tidings! But let's just cut the small-talk here before things get all chatty-chatty like what those baby lesbians do off Coronation Street. So, Janet Jackson's awful.
Hear that, Great Britain? Here that, Janet Jackson's official fan club underneath all the wild babble?
Oh, quiet down at the front ? JanFan47?! Cease and desist 1nPHATuation! (Amazing.) PIPE DOWN Janhova_Troll_Slayer! Not our words! No! We'd never flirt with incessant mockery and combine that with the Jackson family, what with all that pain and despair they've been harboring these past few years.
No, these are the harsh, cruel, ill-judged vibes of PETA of course. That's the one. Bitch-eyes from the furries. Tut tut. Ohnoshedidn't. Holy Things That Matter Entirely, Batman. All that.
After designing a (admittedly quite real-fur specific) fashion label BlackGlama, Janet has been called up for her crimes against all the adorable little swans and herons she's been murdering grumpily whilst rolling her eyes and muttering about glass ceilings, The Klumps, and cardiologists that dawdle, and been told by the PETA to "GRR STOPIT WE DON'T LIKE HOW FAMOUS AND NASTY YOU ARE."
Or if you're hankering for something a tad more specific:
'When Janet Jackson had her infamous wardrobe malfunction during Super Bowl XXXVIII, at least what popped into view of 170 million onlookers belonged to her, unlike the animal skins she drapes herself in, which are as dead as her fashion taste and her career.'
What, Justin Timberlake's odium? Oh, right her nipples. Oh, let us off, it's the end of the year.
Hmm. This doesn't really make sense at all, really. Does she…win? Is that it? Did Janet Jackson win at PETA?
Oh, well in that case, that's wonderful! Congratulations Janet. Especially when you must have had stiff competition from our own UK genocide attempts.
*Sigh*
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