Janet Jackson, Dodging Softballs on '106 & Park'
"I'm asking you," A.J. tried again, gamely.
"I don't know, what do you think?" repeated Jackson, going the distance.
A.J. finally caved and answered his own question, noting that "coming from the family" and being African American "they put a lot of emphasis on it."
"Quite possibly," Jackson said. Demure Janet is no dummy.
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On "American Idol" last night:
A) Host Ryan Seacrest introduced "That '70s Show" star Ashton Kutcher with main squeeze Demi Moore, whom he'd "spotted" in the audience.
B) Contestant Diana DeGarmo barely avoided a "wardrobe malfunction" while singing "Do You Love Me."
C) Bob Dylan appeared in a Victoria's Secret commercial.
D) Contestant LaToya London sang with a cat on her head.
Guess which one actually happened?
If you picked C, you'd be right. It's a world gone mad. I blame Janet Jackson.
Motown night on "American Idol" should've been great, what with Nick Ashford and Valerie Simpson showing up as guest judges and the Funk Brothers on hand to play backup. And things started promisingly: Camile Velasco and Jon Peter Lewis were the first to perform, and it's always good to get the painful stuff over with early. Camile is still gorgeous, still can't sing and, it turns out, dances even worse than JPL. Jet Propulsion Lab bleated his way through "This Old Heart of Mine," looking like he'd shrunk a good two inches since last week.
Then things got strange. And not just because of Dylan in a Victoria's Secret ad, though that's way up there on the Weird-O-Meter.
LaToya sang and was great, as usual. But judges Randy Jackson and Simon Cowell inexplicably became obsessed with the hair extensions she was wearing. "You look like you have a cat on your head," Cowell said. Judge Paula Abdul -- also sporting hair extensions -- wisely did not join in the cat-head colloquy.
Jasmine Trias continued to sprout plant life out of her ear. Jennifer Hudson's creepy facial tics were worse than ever while she sang "Heat Wave." And after Amy Adams sang "Dancing in the Street," Simon announced he'd figured out she's actually Jay Leno. Seriously. John Stevens, limping through "My Girl," has somehow become that dead comic Stan Laurel -- and sings like him, too. Fantasia Barrino sang "I Heard It Through the Grapevine" like a pro but was wearing one of my grandma's crocheted doilies. Finally, George Huff knocked 'em dead with "Ain't Too Proud to Beg" but while channeling Louis Armstrong, waving a big white hankie in one hand. This has become a very scary show.
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