With the recent Miley Cyrus reputation-burning VMAs performance, one wonders if there is a sustainability and need for squeaky-clean pop stars. Do these kids realize that kid hip-hop acts like Matty B may just be a waiting room for a latex-bikini phase?
Having been born and raised in Korea, I always had a strong desire to reject homogeny. Everybody already looked and dressed like me, so I felt my only way out was by breaking that cultural uniformity—this, for me, meant avoiding K-Pop as much as...
Ever since Elvis’s earliest gyrations in the 1950s, pop music has turned impressionable adolescents into screaming, crying, snotting psychopaths. Today is no different, except that the fans are fatter and they congregate on Twitter.