At this point, I have lost all sense of objectivity about Victoria. I no longer can assess her. I look at her and I have no opinions, just a comforting feeling of recognition and familiarity. I do like knowing that she is still around, still going strong. Rather than a celebrity, she is a fact of life.
Jackson leaves no stone unturned here. Everything that could be won was won. Which suits Victoria just fine, since she always gives her all and her best to the camera. I notice her lips, but barely. It's her kneecaps that steal the photo shoot for me.
You could say that in time I have learned to see the good in her only. I don't know why I made that choice. Three decades of her would do that to you.