GWENI-HA-HA…
via angry asian man… gwenihana, an article in salon that focuses on the increasingly bizarre gwen stefani and her most recent (and to many asian-americans unwelcome) fixation: harajuku girls…
They shadow her wherever she goes. They’re on the cover of the album, they appear behind her on the red carpet, she even dedicates a track, “Harajuku Girls,” to them. In interviews, they silently vogue in the background like living props; she, meanwhile, likes to pretend that they’re not real but only a figment of her imagination.
apparently her four-member entourage are contractually forbidden from speaking anything else but japanese, even though they’re americans who speak perfect english. plus, she has renamed them, Love, Angel, Music, Baby… {insert “what the hell is this twisted hag thinking?” face here.} there’s so much wrong with this scenario and i don’t have time to get too deep into it, but what a nutter stefani must be! i saw that Grammy swashbuckling fiddler on the roof act the salon article refers to and snickered when it was predictably fugged. the woman is deranged…