I’m not sure if there’s a backlash brewing out there yet, but if not, let’s start one.

I’m officially sick of hearing about Leona Lewis.

I don’t care that Simon Cowell discovered her on one of his British TV shows. I don’t care that he groomed her for stardom. I don’t care that she’s blee-hee-hee-ding love all over the damn place.

I just resent that’s there’s a vast conspiracy by huge, mediocore-entertainment-promoting entities (American Idol, Oprah’s show, etc.) to cram this woman down our collective throats. The “buzz” around Leona Lewis couldn’t have been more manufactured if had rolled off of a Ford line. Please, America, let this one go. If diva history is any indication, she’s already destined for marriage to an older man or washed-out performer, followed by a slow side to Vegas. The only one to escape the trap is Mariah, and that’s quite frankly because many men of all ages still entertain the thought of banging her like a screen door. Forget Leona Lewis. You don’t have to buy it just because they sell it.

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