I have to admit something. I find Charo fascinating.
Behold, before she was doing ill-advised covers of Rhianna's Please Don't Stop the Music she was doing performances like this:
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Now part of this is the simple truth that I love catsuits. How can you NOT? They're catsuits. When Joe Jonas busted out the unitard and high heels I knew I'd love him forever. So I've always been fascinated by the wearer of catsuits. Charo. Cher. Dolly Parton. To a much lesser extent Britney Spears (red pleather was nice, but red sequins are better.)
But all those sequined/denim/silk catsuit-rocking women share a similar problem: they're wonderful, talented women who went from GREAT beauties in their youth to almost laughable addicts of plastic surgery as they aged. They certainly had other achievements to be proud of other than their ability to rock a catsuit. Cher is quite a smart and funny woman, Dolly Parton is one of the most talented modern songwriters alive, a sharp business woman, and a pretty awesome human being. Charo was a child prodigy in flamenco guitar. All of this got quickly overshadowed by their boobs or their butt tattoos, and then later by their terrifyingly tight faces.
What's up with that?