The answer is yes: They deserved it.
“… and so it goes and so it goes and so it goes and so it goes … where it’s goin’ no one knows …”
But one thing we do know: Naima and Thia won’t make it back to the American Idol stage until the very last of the season to witness the winner.
So, what is it exactly we learned from this little experiment? Why were these two gals sent packing?
I’ve been pining for Naima to get ousted for weeks now. I was in total disagreement and against the judges saving her a few weeks back. So when it smacked me right up along side the head that she was headed out, it was unexpected. It didn’t stop me from grinning ear to ear like a proverbial Cheshire cat, however.
We want an Idol with manageable chaos we can relate to or be titillated by, not things such as awkward drum-accompanied stage flailing. (Kudos for setting your own tone, but the bottom line was you were too “out there” for most of us, Niama. And some might call me prudish, but I’m telling you: The tattoos didn’t help.)
And Thia? Beautiful voice, but I really do believe the pressure of the stage and the crowd, and the demands they employ of a contestant, engulfed and smothered her in the end.
One more thing: Fantasia? Just my opinion, but … any one of the current contestants could’ve done better than you did on the show.
Now, onward … to next week’s songs from The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Not just yes, but (Idol symbol) yes! The whole article, including Fantasia.
so glad they both got ousted. and Fantasia was terrible.
I am still trying to figure out why Simon was always so freaken twitterpated with Fantasia.
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Beats the hell out of me …
Aw heck……I’m going to miss Naima a bit. She’s flashy. Something I ain’t. I was OK with the results.
Has Fantasia gained about 100 pounds??? Too much ‘cornbread and collards’? Can’t help it…… I still like her. *ducks and rolls stage left*
glad that Naima is soooo gone…every time i think of her dancing now i get visions of Elaine and her crazy dance on Seinfeld. think I’ll go puke…excuse me Michael