I’ll admit it; I’ve always wanted to be famous. But you see, I’ve never been supremely talented at anything. But with the unabated rise of reality television, I’ve come to realize that you don’t need talent to be famous. You just have to be really, really, REALLY weird.

On that note: Helloooo Chris Crocker!

The person who’s stolen our hearts with his/her defiant (albeit staged… it was a second take!) rant in the aftermath of Britney’s VMA meltdown has signed with a production company in order to develop his own show. Gag me now.

Does it bother anyone else that this guy gets a TV deal?

For one, can we even call him a guy? Shouldn’t it send up warning signals when every single person whom I watch his infamous video with can’t even discern his sex? Would he/she or anyone else be offended if he was referred to as a she-male? Eh, none of this is either here nor there.

The point is, as far as I can tell, this guy has nothing going for him outside of his ability to absolutely creep the living daylights out of anyone who watches him. Sure, we get a laugh out of it the first time we see him, but after that, am I the only person who finds it hard to watch him? And now we’re supposed to watch him in entire half-hour segments? Read More »

I got to thinking about Britney Spears, ironically, because of Stalin. I was sitting in my dorm in New Hampshire, newly painted toenails kicked up on my cluttered desk, leaning dangerously back in my chair, thinking about scapegoats and reading “Darkness at Noon”.

I don’t know if you’ve read this book, but it’s a little…dark…to say the least. But to make a long story short, this Russian guy is being interrogated deep in the bowels of Siberia somewhere, confessing to a bunch of crazy crimes. The big bad policeman, Ivanov or something equally Eastern European is telling the poor guy that history always needs scapegoats.

So what’s this have to do with Ms. Britney Crazy Pants-No Hair-Married a Doucebag Spears? Everything. Do you remember the good old days when we were all wearing cropped shirts (ew…were those good old days?) and singing along to “Hit Me Baby One More Time” back in 1998? Read More »