We've not always been very kind to Christina Aguilera on this blog. Last time we mentioned her, we accused her of being "wasted out of [her] yodeling, gurning mind," for example. We may have also mentioned that, when Stripped came out, she looked more like Dee Snider from Twisted Sister than Dee Snider from Twisted Sister did. We're pretty sure we also suggested that if you touched her, she would probably leave an oily film on your hand that you couldn't wash off without the aid of bleach.
The key factor in our change of heart is, of course, The Voice
-- NBC's stupidly compelling vocal talent competition. We've watched,
fascinated, as Christina has passionately fought for the contestants
she believed in, mentored them like a really well-manicured mom, and
then shown a musical knowledge wider than we would've ever given her
credit for. Giving Beverly McClellan the Who's
"Baba O'Riley" to sing, for example, was a stroke of genius (which is
probably why McClellan was the first contestant to be "saved" by
viewers in last week's vote):
Watching Christina on The Voice every week is a little bit like talking to the dirty drunk hobo who hangs out on your street corner every day and suddenly finding out he has a Ph.D in English Literature. It's not what you were expecting, but you're impressed to the point of speechlessness.
This week's episode tipped us over the edge. In previous weeks, it's felt a bit like wardrobe has been trying to cover up her curvier figure, but Christina strutted onstage last Tuesday, in the tightest pair of black short shorts we have ever seen. It was as if she was saying "Yes, world -- my ass is a lot bigger than it used to be, but hot damn, I ain't covering this thing up." You could almost hear curvy girls around the country high-fiving at the relief of seeing a woman who is over a size four and unafraid to embrace her rounder bod on national television.