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June may be coming to an end, but I don't think that's a reason to slow down celebrating Pride. Here are some people and moments I want to wish a happy Pride. (If you're reading this and you're young and gay then this might be redundant, and if you're older and straight this might be really confusing, and I think those are my two main demographics: like two of my friends and my grandparents. I guess I'm writing this one purely for myself.) Elton John Bert and Ernie I'm not su

Hey, who knew these could still come out in a somewhat timely fashion? Don't get used to it. The Met Gala As you likely know, every year the Metropolitan Museum of Art holds a benefit for the Costume Institute, colloquially called The Met Gala. There's always a theme, and celebrities show up dressed to the nines. The Met Gala is often referred to as "fashion's biggest night," and for that, you expect to see some interesting things. Well, not so much "expect" as "demand." I th

There is not a gun being held to my head. I repeat: there definitely is not a gun, or any kind of weapon being held to my head, but my little cousin Violet Amelia Belman is awesome. She is "gorgina." That's it. That's the post.

Welcome to April. Things seem to start being okay, as all the snow we once had has turned to rain, which I guess is preferable. This particular issue of your monthly pop culture recap is dedicated to Marianne Theoret, who just found out that I'm "still doing that" ("that" being writing for my blog). This girl needs all the help she can get when it comes to popular culture because she's too busy having a job and like, feeding sick birds or something too keep up. You're welcome

You know what I realized? These pop culture recaps are all about other people! I need to get back to what this blog is truly about: stroking my own ego… or something like that. I’m definitely the centre of this digital universe. So how have I been lately? No, I’m asking. I really don’t know, please tell me. It’s not total numbness, more muted emotion. There are still days that I don’t get out of bed, but they’re not as dark as they once were. Still I remain unable to move.