It’s finally happened. I might have to start watching Ellen. And thus will complete my total transformation into … not my mother because she actually doesn’t watch Ellen, but somebody’s mother. And it’s not just that I now find Ellen’s brand of underwhelming, lightweight, celebrity-friendly fun endearing. It’s also the method by which she hooked me. Ellen used the most inoffensively talented of all the modern singers: Adele.
There are plenty of aspects to love about the clip: the absurdity that Jamba Juice exists, the lampooning of celebrity status, the clash of English and American cultures. But let’s get real, this is what made it.
Have you people tasted wheatgrass? I don’t know if this qualifies Adele for an Emmy, but she’s definitely earned one.