Remember Celebrity Death Match? I wanna say it was on MTV. A “clay-animated series featuring no-holds barred fantasy fights between famous and infamous from the worlds of film, tv, music and politics when they tear each other limb from limb.”
Sometimes? I like to make my own matches in my head from people in my life or people in current events. Yesterday I was home sick, and spent some time ruminating on a Death Match between Kim Kardashian and Ann Coulter. Wouldn’t that be SPECTACULAR?! I pick K-Dash for the ridiculousness that was her farce of a ten million dollar wedding that lasted *almost* as long as my most recent sinus infection. And Ann Coulter for recently going all my-toys-are-better-than-your-toys when she stated, “Our blacks are so much better than your blacks” in regard to her beloved conservative republicans versus liberal democrats.
Oh, Ann. It’s not really nice to use possessive terms to indicate ownership in relation to a group of people who….oh I dunno…..have been OWNED before. I wish you gave a rats ass but know you don’t, and I know you think there is nothing wrong with what you said, because you’ve since defended your statements. I shudder.
The only other observation I have from my sick day home, watching quite a bit of daytime tv, is this:
I really hope I was hallucinating when I heard “Feather Hair Extensions – The Latest Hair Craze Sweeping the Nation!” Someone please send some to Ann. She deserves them.
In sexy, sweaty solidarity,