On December 3, I grabbed three girlfriends and spent Saturday night at a honky tonk – well, as close as you can get to a honky tonk in Iowa City. A friend had told me that they had a great cover band playing, so I figured it would be a fun way to get my country fix. Little did I know that the entertainment wasn’t limited to the stage. I used this opportunity as a bit of a social experiment. I tweeted about my night as much as possible without trying to look like a rude, out of place, city-slicker. I quoted my friends reactions, what I saw, and who I talked to. Let’s just say, my heeled, Target boots were out of place next to the regulars.
Dear Mr. Shelton,
792,315 people currently follow you on Twitter, and I’m one of them – but I don’t need to tell you that, do I? You seem to be quite familiar with how to use 140 characters to speak to your mind. That’s what social networking is for, isn’t it? To have the ability to create an online presence however we want. Yes, most people can do that, but you are not most people.
You’ve been awarded the CMA for “Best Male Vocalist” the last two years and just received an AMA for “Favorite Male Artist” for country music. Your latest singles have shot to the top of the charts, and your fans are cheering for you and Miranda. You, Mr. Shelton, are not most people. You are in the spotlight, and you have a responsibility to the country music world and those who look up to you.
Fact: Blake Shelton has won the CMA “Male Vocalist of the Year” the past two years.
Fact: He won an American Music Award for “Favorite Male Artist” in country music.
Fact: He is nominated for a 2012 MTV Award for “Must Follow Artist on Twitter”
Opinion: I don’t know why. His Twitter feed is a constant stream of inappropriate statements that should make country music fans cringe.
2 – 4 – 6 – 8 This topic doesn’t exactly relate… but I figure the Dallas Cowboys are close enough to the real thing.
During the football on Thanksgiving Thursday, Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader, Melissa Kellerman’s pom poms were in Jason Wittman’s path. The 265 pound player collided with Kellerman. I’m just guessing that the belly shirt and and go go boots didn’t provide the same kind of protection football pads do. But, there must be something to those cheerleading workouts, because Wittman helped her up, she dusted it off, and laughed like a champ.
My favorite three hours of the year are about to be recorded right here.
I’m going to honest, I’m a terrible speller. The red squiggly line frequents my computer screen highlighting the fact that I never used Hooked on Phonics. And, apparently the Leapfrog Speller Santa gave me in 7th grade didn’t do the trick, because I just tried spelling “phonics” 5 different ways before I had to google it. However, I do know how to spell “college,” a word Miranda Lambert does not. Read the rest of this entry