Rebecca Black was nothing new when it came to prepubescent girls reaching viral stardom with their uncomfortably terrible music videos. You can see examples of this here, here and here. Rebecca Black merely blew up because, more so than her contemporaries, Friday was an unprecedented cesspool of auditory and visual cacophony.
It wasn't very long ago that Jenna Rose, a 12-year old aspiring pop songstress, held the title of "Worst Musician Ever" that Rebecca Black now so dubiously cherishes. Jenna's video My Jeans was, in comparison to Friday, a relatively meager viral success, but for those of us who were keeping score, an unforgivable blight upon the music profession. With Jenna's title relinquished, and Rebecca Black still reveling in all of the attention and fame, it was finally time to step out from behind the rafters and debut a new video to reclaim her former "glory."
Unfortunately, what resulted wasn't something hilariously awful, it ended up being just plain awful for all the wrong reasons. While My Jeans was cute and silly and ultimately ridiculous, O.M.G. ends up being creepy and sexually disturbing. Whereas Friday was the perfect cesspool of everything children shouldn't be doing, O.M.G. is the perfect cesspool of what child musicians shouldn't be doing. That is to say, they shouldn't be dressing up like reject Cyndi Lauper backup dancers or Victoria's Secret angels while singing about how "boom boom" their bodies are. Never since Stephanie's adventures in LazyTown has anything been so intricately crafted to appeal to pedophiles.
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