Happy Tuesday. I have had a headache for 24 hours straight and am trying to ignore it.
So, in news of People Who Need To Get Over Themselves, it seems that
Evgeni Plushenko has awarded himself a "platinum" Olympic medal for his performance in the men's figure skating competition. Really, dude? Seriously? We can just give ourselves totally made-up medals now and claim that we're king of the world? In that case, I declare myself winner of the Diamond-Studded Medal in the hotly contested event of Being Awesome. Actually it was Putin who "awarded" Plushenko this nonexistent medal, like he's suddenly empowered to declare winners in figure skating.
Wait, I think I know why I have a headache. Must be all the eyerolling.
Seriously, though. Is Plushenko not aware that the world respects a gracious loser but will very quickly come to hate a sore loser? The Russian audiences might get behind him but nobody else will. He's sabotaging his potential professional career if he wants to continue to perform. Nobody's going to want him in their ice show if he's such a bitch.
Random factoid: I didn't know that Ekaterina Gordeeva married Ilia Kulik. Those figure skaters, man. They stick together.
So, who wants to see
the craziest fashion show ever? Those Spanish designers, man. They're wacky. I'm particularly fond of the penis pants. Yes, penis pants. As in, pants with a fake penis sewed to the outside of the crotch. It's the latest thing. You know, if I were a runway model, I would be ALL OVER this shit. Just for something different. They walk in clothes constantly, stylish clothes, fashionable clothes...I'd think it would be super fun once in awhile to walk a runway in something totally insane. Although I can imagine it's hard to be fierce in penis pants.
I have also decided that RuPaul's Drag Race is the best competitive reality show in the history of the world. It could not possibly be more awesome.