Amy Winehouse.

I'd consider an Amy Winehouse anus avatar, but for decency's sake, I should probably stick with the 1970s Rangers cap. Considering how the Rangers played for most of that decade, it's basically the same thing, anyway.

 

What a fucked up society we live in. The bigger Winehouse was hot. The smaller version looks like a bedraggled crack whore.

On the music -- and I've only heard the "Rehab" song -- she kind of strikes me as what might happen if Fiona Apple took her meds or if Norah Jones wasn't such a nerd.

 

Hmm, I'd have to say Amy's balloon knot and the 1970s Rangers are about even in terms of success. Ms. Winehouse's anus probably sees its share of good times and bad times. I could elaborate here, but I think we can all imagine what sort of good times and bad times those might be.

In eight seasons in Arlington during the 1970s, the Rangers finished above .500 four times, below .500 four times. They were abysmal during their debut season under Ted Williams and set a club record for losses (105) next year under Herzog. But the next year, Billy Martin's "Turnaround Gang" did well. They finished five games behind eventual champ Oakland, while Hargrove earned AL ROY and Jenkins won the AL Comeback Player Award. And the freaky 1977 club (four managers in one season) set a team record for wins (94) that stood until 1999.

The 1970s Rangers: like Amy Winehouse's pujol, often enduring indignity, but enjoying glory on occasion.

 

her anus, i guess.

 

ding ding ding! She definitely sounds like Fiona Apple........

 

Who wants to see a picture of Mrs. Winehouse watching her husband blow his nose?
http://www.tmz.com/2007/06/05/amy-winehouse-to-hubby-snot-funny/

 

That picture settles it...the 'after' Winehouse is hideous...

 

If you thought that picture was bad, check this out: http://www.tmz.com/2007/05/30/amy-winehouse-is-a-marked-woman/

 

That's nothing. Look at this:

http://www.dlisted.com/node/9758

 

Yikes. They're all bad photos.

 

Meeth!

 

I've heard her perform only on MTV's Movie Awards, but I wasn't impressed.
And the whole time, I was looking at her thighs going, "Eewww...they aren't any bigger than her ankles."