Most of this went well. UNTIL IT DIDN’T.
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In which WE ARE FINALLY DONE. I’m sure I missed someone by accident, but it’s too late now. MWA HA HA. I AM FREE. And also newly enamored of Emily Blunt. So in that sense I am still imprisoned… by my girl crush.
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So there’s basically no way that is could be considered in any way appropriate, right?
Just checking. Although, honestly, wearing a burka covered in lyrics from your album and giving the camera the bird is almost too on the nose when it comes to the Offending People As a Way of Getting Attention sweepstakes. Like, it seems SO OBVIOUSLY designed to get people all worked up that it comes all the way around and turns boring again. You REALLY want to get people’s attention in this post-Gaga age? You have to work harder than this. Let’s brainstorm: start traveling everywhere with Buckethead and when people stop paying attention to you, make out with the bucket! Dress like a goat and then dramatically set yourself on fire at the end of the night! Walk around with a man-face stuck on the back of your head, like Voldemort under Quirrell’s turban in Harry Potter and the One Where Voldemort’s Living on the Back of a Dude’s Head (which is what we call Sorcerer’s Stone in my house)! WORK FOR IT.
Either M.I.A. is launching a Sea World-inspired line of clothing, or had a VERY different experience with the movie Jaws than I did.
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Her man-eating midriff appears to celebrate the beast. But you know, maybe we ALL need to take a step back and consider whether we misunderstood that poor shark. Imagine craving a cheeseburger and finding only tofurkey in your fridge. So maybeJaws wasn’t a soulless killer; it was just hungry for some steak tartare, trapped with his country-club appetite in a Red Lobster world. Like Miss Hannigan, perhaps he is the real hero.
Of course, none of that explains why M.I.A. has a different understanding of trousers than the rest of us. Boots are not pants, child. Believe.
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This photo has rendered me speechless for several days now.
It’s too much. In fact, literally too much — I count no fewer than four layers on her top half, one of which is a vest fashioned like a giant purse, as if someone took the boob epithet “funbags” and decided to turn it into a reality. I’m not sure what to subtract here because there are so many permutations, and that’s way more math than I’m equipped to do on a Wednesday afternoon. Too bad I sold my graphing calculator when I was 18, because I’m pretty sure it would have come in handy.
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