I had never watched The Voice, because frankly, I'm an American Idol fan and I simply couldn't add another reality TV show to my DVR queue. But then this season they added Pharrell and Gwen Stefani to the judges panel and I decided I finally had to see what all the fuss is about. The show is addicting for a number of reasons. First, all of the singers are talented. They don't exploit the mentally ill or the delusional outcasts of the world by parading them out on stage so the judges (and the viewers at home) can laugh at their horrible singing. Second, the judges have to compete against each other to convince the singers to work with them.
Two episodes in, I've decided I would happily sell my soul to the devil in exchange for an amazing singing voice so I could audition for The Voice and be on Pharrell's team.
I know it annoys the hell out of the H-bomb, but I just can't contain my crush on him. Maybe it's his fashion sense, the sincerity in his voice when he addresses all the singers, the way he dances and feels the music as they sing, or the flashbacks he gives me to the early 00's when The Neptunes produced songs I danced to till the wee morning hours in NYC-- songs like I'm a Slave 4 U, Hot in Herrre, and I Just Wanna Love U (Give it 2 Me). Every time I see him, I have this undying urge to sing "I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know..."
But what makes certain dudes extra hot are the women they end up with. Pharrell is married to model and designer Helen Lasichanh. She's stylish and taller than him. They wore PLAID to their wedding and they named their son Rocket. Ugh. It does not get much hipper than that.
And okay, even though I'll admit I've kind of hated the song Happy since the first time I heard it-- I'm still stunned that "Come Get It Bae" did not instantly become the song of the summer (I blame Miley). I love me some Gwen Stefani, but for now I'm #teampharrell all the way.