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P!nk: Perfect

I like P!nk's voice. But I don't often listen to P!nk's music. I find she is a bit too....something. I'm not sure the right word - she pushes boundaries, maybe, and somtimes it's too much?

But I will admit to turning up Perfect when it comes on in the car radio. I much prefer it to today's other "embrace yourself" anthems: Katy Perry's Firework or Lady Gaga's Born This Way.

I went to watch the video online and discovered two things:
1. It's a bit heavier than I expectd.
2. The song is actually called F***** Perfect.

Surprise.
#1 made me respect her more.
#2, slightly less.

Here is the video.
Warning: contains images of self-harm.

Comments

  1. Interesting. I was just watching this video this evening. I usually like Pink though, her videos tend to be either moving or fairly funny. And, I, personally like it even more with the expletives. I was also just thinking that I prefer it so much to gaga's love yourself anthem. At least Pink doesn't try to pass self-worth off on god. Oh, and I'm curious what word you were trying to come up with...Pink is too....?

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  2. Jackie2:16 AM

    but Boyce Avenue's got a cover of Firework that's so way better than the original.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocL-o8GY02k

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  3. katie, i can understand that you'd enjoy both those aspects :) i have been mulling over the word i want, but it's still missing.

    jackie, i will ch-ch-check that out...

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