It’s a sign of my emotional state these days that I’ve spent a lot of time catching up on Cheryl Cole’s pop video oeuvre.

Apparently they’re importing her to judge an American X-Factor. I view this as a Bad Thing: Obviously they’ll make her drop her accent and her accent is the most incredible thing about her.

I thought this a bit knuckle-bitingly hilarious, her comment about wanting to be independent; that she thinks being called somebody’s wife is demeaning; and then Fergie, of all people, sitting across from her and having that hilariously awkward little outburst:

You see how my intellect rests, like a roadkill armadillo, on the side of the highway of my brain? Wow that’s a really sad simile. :(