It's almost as if there's less money to be made in faux-reggaeton dance music than in pop singles with lascivious lyrics.
That's right, lascivious. We're a classy blog today and nobody is allowed to type with their pinkies.
Last night we witnessed the devastating, rock bottom kind of momentous spectacle that was The Chainsmokers winning their first Grammy Award for their song 'Don't Let Me Down' with Daya. Some people are coolly proposing we're witnessing the mere death of American Pop Culture, so well, that's chill. To make matters even worse, the duo all but paddled up in their douche canoes to unacceptably accept an award on behalf of the late David Bowie. I know right? You've got to be shitting me. Then again we're still pretty fresh into 2017 here, so it wouldn't be right if the shitstorm failed to pervade for a bit longer.