This will get more hate mail than her pro-Israel stuff:
I really like Adele. I like her attitude and her beautiful face and her dress-sense and her interviews. There’s just one thing that I can’t stand about Adele – her music. That’s because it seems to my ear to be somewhat self-pitying, and as I have grown older, and objectively have far more to feel sorry for myself about, I have come to fear and loathe self-pitying people like the plague.
I’ll come clean here and admit that some of this is definitely professional envy. My brand of bumptious, boastful barn-storming has ceased to be the preferred mode for a columnist (female, at least; grey-haired, blue-jeaned middle-aged men still seem able to get away with it – but hey, them’s the breaks!) and been replaced by a veritable vale of tears made print.
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To reveal my own age here…
When it comes to operatic bunny-boiler, “you-dumped-me-you-bastard/is-she-better-than-me” songs, while I still admire Alanis Morrisette’s minor one-off masterpiece, I dare anybody to top “Troy”…
