aruan | Well, you know, we all want to change the world...

Oh, that Chasez boy. I called the whole thing "beautifully raunchy" with nothing but love in my heart, maintaining my (<- keyword) original sentiment from when the clips first leaked: the songs could've come off crude and sleazy, but they didn't - they were playful with a bit of a dirrty edge. It's the same way that Justin's confidence just doesn't translate to arrogance for me.

But YMMV (obviously) and all that. Anyway, I had fun.

However, an observation:

This is going to be terrifically wankerific, but whatever.

For a man so self-professedly all about relaxing and sleep and definitely not the club scene, he sure sings an awful lot about sex. This leads me to one of three conclusions:

1. He is bad with picking up women, and these songs/performances are a spillover of his ideal fantasy sex life into reality because them's the perks of being famous, yo. Personally, this notion is fairly ridiculous. He's one of the rare boys who doesn't even need to speak my language - if he danced up to me, I'd be hard-pressed to decline the offer. So, probably not. Also, it's simply way more Freudian a thought than I'm comfortable with.

2. He really is as nonchalant about sex as he claims, for whatever reason: maybe he's just that used to getting it whenever he wants; he's an artist and it messes with his vibe and takes away from energy he could be focusing on creativity; maybe contrary to most of the male population he only wants it when he's in the proper mood; etc. But when he does, he really, really likes it. Which makes sense - given that one is secure in the knowledge that they can, why settle when there's top shelf, and wouldn't you be singing about that, too?

3. He could just be conveniently at one with the faux lesbian chic trend, which, hey, more power.

4. The Man is getting him down - maybe A.D.I.D.A.S. actually is about a latent shoe/foot fetish on JC's part and the treatment is the record company's tragic misunderstanding (or massive coverup) of this. His traditional disinclination toward metaphors would support this, and it's much less taboo to sing about the whole of a woman than objectifying her via the arch of her instep.

Then again, shooting all the aforementioned smoke-blowing in the foot, he could be making a statement in his conforming to the ostentatiously hypersexed image that's so lamentably popular in the same way that Lance does by tending to overcompensate with the women he "dates."

Oops, did I just say that? *g* Also, is this not where I go into how it's generally counterproductive to flaunt a harem of gorgeous women in an attempt to assert your masculinity, and that I find the practice almost laugh out loud funny in its irony? Moving right along then.

It's interesting that while you can see shades of solo!JC in his *NSYNC performances, these numbers came from a different place within him. There's an electricity, a wantonness and abandon to his demeanor that's not present in the tightly choreographed, scripted production of the group. However, it was nice to see that you can bring the rock star out of the SDB, but you can't take the sparkle out of the rock star. Nice twist on the NSA-era shirt, Jayce. Don't think it went unnoticed.

Also, GIP. Rawr. Yes, please.

Mmm, chocolate cake and Chinese food for breakfast. Leftovers from our viewing party Saturday night, which was preceded by spankin' new footage from

beatpropx. The unedited holiday message! Chris, JC, and Justin hilarity in Radio City! Justin on the Johnny Vaughan Show! Slap your momma goodness all around. Thanks, babe. *smooch*