Um, no thanks.
Celebrity worship is just so fucking dumb.
Yep. I have never even understood caring who any celebrity is married to or dating beyond a very mild “hmm interesting”. Unless it’s a piece of shit they’re with, in which case I obviously have a diminished opinion of the celebrity (for example: Cheryl Hines). Otherwise why would I give a shit who anyone is with? What I like about the person is the art they make, not some weird romanticized version of their relationship I have in my head.
A failed civilization.
We had a good run.
Oh, who am I kidding.
The linked conceptual artist, New York City Garbage, sells trash from lots of NYC events, like the Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest and the NY Liberty Championship Parade. I know I’m weird about Seattle in the Fediverse, but no-one is as weird about their city as a New Yorker.
I love this shit. It’s a tax on stupid.
Honestly if there is a buyer, the product is valid.
“The customer is always right, in matters of taste”
But can you get a Madonna pap smear?
Risky clicky
