Whoever took this photo deserves a GD Pulitzer Prize. We may be two minutes from doomsday but thank the Lordt we still live in a universe where three world leaders can strut into a room like they’re the new interracial male cast of Sex and the City. Like I have ALREADY prepurchased tickets to this … Continue reading NAFTA, Can you handle this?
Y’all haters corny with that living in poverty mess. Okay, so last week I celebrated Black History Month by doing the blackest thing I could think of–going h.a.m. on the price of Beyonce concert tickets. We love to get incredulous about how much things cost. Doesn’t matter how much money we have; it’s the principle! You haven’t lived … Continue reading Wokeness Brokeness
Dear Beyonce, Ma’am. Ma’am! I did not realize the registration fee for the revolution was going to be so high. First of all, thank you. You are a phenomenal performer, businessperson, icon and GIF-factory. We are lucky to share the Earth with you. Second of all, what the fuck are you doing charging me all this money … Continue reading Concert Dreams, Cheddar Bay Budget