He's just used to hoping and hoping and hoping for promo (oh, it's coming guys! next month! next year! next decade maybe!) that he doesn't realize that some things actually come on-time.
It's a tad scary that she reminds me a bit too much of a white, Liberal Art college, "hold on, let me finish making my Art History flashcards before we go take pix of me rolling down a Whole Foods parking lot in a shopping cart", tea but the execution is almost flawless so I'll deal .
One can't be a woman till their "angry inches" have been chopped off.
Well then get to chopping, because flipping your invisible long blonde weave as you re-enact the choreo to Britney's forgotten hits isn't quite cutting it.