If there's anything to exacerbate my predisposition to loathe Stephanie Meyer, discovering she based New Moon on a Blue October song really jump starts the vivid violent rage imagery. That and the new found assumption that being a fan of Muse originates from being a Twilight lover. Argh. Hate hate hate hate hate this particular pop culture phenomenon. I really do. That being said, I'll begrudgingly admit without the girly lameness, Vampire Diaries wouldn't be receiving its due and I wouldn't have the unofficial bragging rights to owning vintage copies of the series from the early 90s. Oh yeah, my pre-teen tendencies have been way ahead of the curve, bitches.
Anyone finding the whole Kanye-Taylor Swift thing to be more amusing than anger-inducing? I mean, when someone manages to out-douche themselves to such a public degree, you can't help but laugh in amazement. Plus, the resulting reactions from the blogosphere is like a neverending loop of celeb entertainment for weeks to come.
For example, Michael K holding up on his part:
"Gay Fish made the MTV VMAs all about him by breaking the heart of a toddler."
"Jon Gosselin is standing by to gladly hand over his used tampon tiara (made by Ed Hardy, of course) to Kanye West and crown him the new Douchebag of the Millennium."
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