Christina Aguilera: First Casualty of the New Pop Era

With every new decade, many stars try to keep up with the latest trends. Some fail, such as Paula Abdul and Micheal Jackson, while others bumb new starlets off the charts like Madonna. It's looks like Christina "Insert Latest Nickname Here" Aguilera belongs in the former category. In the four years since Back to Basics pop has gone from following the sounds urban clubs to embracing the melodies and glitter of a gay club. Pop is now either wonderfully pretentious about it's ridiculousness or just plain fun. Disco influenced albums like The Fame are now Warholian philosophy concept albums. Even Ke$ha finds her Jack Daniel's bottle philisophically. For older artists, like Rihanna, this has been hit ("Rude Boy") and miss (that song you already forgot about a Russian gun). The new "Bionic" Aguilera has forgotten that "Xtina" was one of the original thought provoking sex kittens. She made her sexual exploration a feminist ralling call. Yet, on "Not Myself Tonight" she attempts to be Gaga, but sounds like another Britney wannabe. Britney belongs to the Americana landscape. Her blabber about "Peter, Paul, and Mary" reflects America. Christina, who once passed Gaga as another wannabe, now tries to act Gaga's role, but forgets that Gaga owns a brain. Christina's rambling about partying just comes across as executive created boredom. She is an artist. If the "Bionic Xtina" doesn't embrace more thought she may face the fate of Paula or the toy rock.