Summer Hummers: Dear Pop Stars

Randy Barbato writes open letters to pop stars because, he says, "When I listen to the radio these days, I find myself full of questions."

Dear Fergie,
Exactly what is your London Bridge? And why do I get the feeling I don't wanna be around when it "come down"?

Dear Justin,
Bringing Sexy Back? Really? Have you heard the number-one song this week?

Dear Nelly and Timbaland,
If you're both so damn promiscuous why don't you just do it already?

Dear Pussycat Dolls,
Why don't you loosen your own buttons?

Dear Rihanna,
If you're a murderer, why not just turn yourself in?

Dear Panic! At the Disco,
Why can't you write a pop song with a sense of poise...and rationality?

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