Once upon a time there was a singer the entire world was obsessed with, and her name was not Lady Gaga. For a split second Amy Winehouse, what with her ballet flats and her rexie bones and her beehive and her crackhead-husband, for a second she was the thing. And then all those things exploded in a bloody mess and it got all awkward and everyone wrote stupid blog posts about how she said “yes yes yes” to rehab and then we all looked away for a while.
Anddddd…here we are: Amy Winehouse went out and saw the Libertines show in London last night, followed by a stop at a pub before hitting up the after-party. Allegedly making another album with Mark “I’m such a kick-ass producer I can even make drug addicts look good” Ronson. Which is all “yay!” except for the fact that she’s still the same old crazy person wearing a floral minidress and dirty ballet flats. And it’s gotten to that Lohanic-Spearsish point where it’s not fun anymore to laugh when she does something while drunk or insane. Because she’s still drunk and insane.
But at least we now know what she looks like when she’s taking a crap.
