As if the past thirty days haven’t been enough of a roller-coaster.
First, the meltdown over at HarsH ReaLiTy, which got worse, and everyone knows what happened by now, yada-darcy-yada, so I won’t elaborate.
Then there was the one-year anniversary of the implosion of Le Clown, something absolutely no one wants to talk about, due to sensitive subject matter. (Speak or don’t speak, I was still in shock; I received no word, and googled it mid-2014.)
Then #Snowmageddon2015. I’ll just let this image speak for itself.
Then it was confirmed that Bruce Jenner is actually, voluntarily turning into a woman!
And who can forget the Grammys, that is if you watched or read about it. Kanye the narc stole the stage again.
To make matters even more mind-boggling-yet-shamefully-predictable, I seriously did not know Katy Perry’s I Kissed A Girl was actually written by a middle-aged man until Fish Of Gold presented a Perry-Martin hybrid.
Yesterday, OM’s concern of the decline of male-to-female ratio in the blogging community became my own as I saw only women engaging in my most recent posts. That’s right: zero males. As if I didn’t already come off as a creep on WP, the fact that I am only talking to women, here I should yell, “hey dudes, where the hell are you?!”
That was met with the reveal that Helena Hann-Basquiat is actually… You know what, I’m tired of all this. Go check it out yourself.