where the Spice Girls and the Powerpuff Girls merge

so K-pop: it's like a paintwheel, upon which are spattered in great gooey dollops (by songwriters, producers, stylists, vocal coaches, choreographers, video directors) a random and arbitrary array of signifiers plucked from the archive of pop/video/fashion to date (meaning, yesterday, last-minute)... the frenzied centrifugal rotation of said paintwheel causing signifiers to be stripped of signifieds -- historical, racial, linguistic, subcultural, sartorial, sexuality (as anything other than Little Miss Beauty Pageant prepube mime)-- evacuated of meaning, leaving just this pure perfect blankness of senseless sensation...

i'm up for that