#Origins After selling her gospel album out of her family's car because she had been shut of the official gospel scene for being too "lust-worthy", teenage Jessica Simpson found success with her debut album, Sweet Kisses, released in 1999. The reviews that weren't eager to call her a future porn star or trophy wife (not making this up, I swear) were okay enough towards the music, and she sold over four millions copies worldwide. She sang for Presidents Clinton and Bush. She had a top ten single and another moderate hit single under her belt. She was a successful B-list popstar you'd think Columbia CEO Tommy Mottola (fuck you!) would be happy with. Then start thinking of ways to build on and expand on her success, while working out the kinks that weren't all that the first time around. After all, she fit a niche. She was a moderately famous, B-list popstar who did well enough. Why not celebrate that and nurture that niche? Let it grow organically with sound decisions and some tricks here and there to attract those outside the niche? You'd think "nurture that niche" would be something Mottola would understand was right for Jessica.
You'd be wrong. So wrong.
#New image, distinctiveness lost An artist that made good wasn't enough for Columbia, they wanted Britney/Christina numbers and they wanted them NOW (well, THEN). So, they basically threw everything they had worked on and that had worked alright out of the window. This time around she was "a sex bomb amalgam of Britney and Mariah", which mind you does not create an identity of its own. Or a convincingly sex symbol. Jess' facial expressions and movements in some of lad's mags are downright awkward. She herself said she was a virgin who didn't know how to perform her new role. A role she accepted cause she had blind trust in her label and dadager (a massive pushover who never said no, had no prior industry experience and only lucked out into good ideas here and there. Sorry, Joe) knowing how to better keep her dream of singing professionally a reality.
The new Barbie-sex doll image caused controversy among part of the more conservative audience she had cultivated, and the loss of them. One fansite made news by shutting down and condemning her. Honestly, Columbia should've seen this coming, as they stripped her of part of her personality to make her what they deemed more palatable and the transformation was out of the blue. It didn't work great on teen girls, either, who were the first to cast stones at
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Girlfriend is reading this right now, she got to this part and literally screamed because I unfortunately talk to her so much about Chuck Norris.
Setup - Young Jessica is on a callback to be a member of the Mickey Mouse Club
> “There’s just one thing, Jessica,” one of the agents added. “You need to work on your acting. We’re going to send you to Chuck Norris.”
> Yes, the Chuck Norris. Look, I was twelve, so for years I told people I went to the Chuck Norris Acting School. Honestly it was probably just some school he was affiliated with, since he shot Walker, Texas Ranger in the Dallas-Fort Worth area.
> My mom dropped me off at Chuck Norris and it felt like I was the only kid in class. I think that’s why I was given David Joyner as my scene partner. He was nearly twenty years older than me, but he had recently landed a gig playing Barney the Dinosaur on PBS. Chuck Norris was there, as intense and chest-puffed as you’re picturing. I couldn’t wait for my mom to come back for me.
> The first day Chuck didn’t say much to me, but the next time I went he had some notes. He stopped me in the middle of my one-on-one with him. “You have too much expression,” he said as he trained his eyes on me in a squint. “Do you know who the most powerful actor in the world is?”
> I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say Chuck Norris.
> “Denzel Washington,” he said.
> “Oh,” I said. Every person in the room nodded in agreement, which is what people did whenever Chuck spoke.
> “Do you know why?” he asked. This time he didn’t wait for me to answer, he just turned and grabbed a green roll of Scotch tape. “Denzel can say anything without moving his eyebrows,” he said. “So, Jessica, I’d like to try something.”
> He pulled out a long strand of tape and stuck it across my eyebrows to tape them down tight.
> “Okay, let’s do the scene again,” he said. Now, anybody who’s seen me sing or even tell a joke knows I have the facial expressions of Jim Carrey. That tape was working overtime. I can’t remember what the scene was, but everyone acted like this was very normal. The Chuck Norris Method.
> From then on, I had to do all my scenes with my eyebrows taped down. I already hated going, but now I really did. It wasn’t torture, it was just embarrassing.
> “I don’t wanna go in there,” I said in the parking lot on the third visit, sinking down so nobody would see me crying in the front seat of our minivan.
> “You have to,” my mom said. “If you wa
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