Monday, November 28, 2011
Why my girl crush on Jennifer Lopez is over
I used to have a girl crush on Jennifer Lopez. Though I've never been a big fan of music, I've loved her as an actress. Ever since the movie Selena, I've put all of my Latina hopes and dreams in a sparkly JLo basket. Well, actually, she shares the basket with Salma Hayek, but still. Jennifer Lopez did Mi Familia, a story about a Mexican-American family, even if she is Boriqua. She was also a Fly Girl on In Living Color. And JLo was Janet Jackson's backup dancer in one of my favorite Janet songs, That's the Way Love Goes.
Still. Back to my story.
Jennifer Lopez has achieved a level of success in the entertainment world. And she is Latina. That is a feat in itself. I was happy to hear she settled down with Marc Anthony. Their movie El Cantante was a chance to see them in their raw Boriqua-ness, which was cool. Then they had the twins. I was happy to see the resurgence of her career when she signed on to do American Idol. I almost wet myself (ok, we all know that happens pretty easily) when JLo and Marc Anthony performed Aguanile on the AI finale.
I mean, I could see all the Puerto Rican flags flying high that night, with a loud chorus of, "¡Coño!"
But these days, JLo is really leaving a sour taste in my mouth. First, it was the bombshell of her and Marc Anthony separating. I know, I must be the only person who believes that celebrities actually might love each other in real life. Thinking back to that very AI performance, I was like, heeeey! All that emotion onstage was just a farce. I felt duped. I was really hoping it was just a rumor because in my mind, JLo and Marc Anthony were going to stay happy and married. And filthy rich. Just like Alicia Key's Unbreakable but a Latino version. The Latin Power Couple.
Bikini-Clad Jennifer Lopez Lounges with Shirtless Casper Smart in Hawaii Can I say, ugh?
Who does that?
Who hooks up with one of their backup dancers who is half their age? Well, obviously not you and I because we don't have backup dancers, but you know what I mean. Frolicking on the beaches of Hawaii in a bikini with your new hot young stud...and your twins. Ew. I just can't.
My girl crush is over. I'm sad.
I guess now Salma has room to stretch out her tiny legs in my sparkly Latina basket.
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