Rihanna with her varying array of luscious red velvet hair and the queen of on-screen seeyounexttuesday-tressness, Kim Cattrall have alternate views of the blogosphere.
As lifted directly from the web pages of the greatest poet of our time, Michael K., who spun his beauteous yarns of word weaving around what Page Six recently encountered, Cattrall had this among other things to say about modern-day career choice of blah, blah, blah blogging:
“What about writing for a blog? Then you can write about what you want [or] care about.”
On the otra side of this virtual coin, I’ve cried countless times into my afternoon cocktail over what my beloved red velvet head had to say on the same topic a few moons ago:
“I still read the blogs sometimes, it depends on what it is I am trying to find out. I’m a lot more numb to it now only because I understand what it is. It’s a community for people who don’t have anything else to do and hate themselves, they hate their life, they hate their job, they hate their appearance, they are uncomfortable with who they are so what makes them feel good is talking smack about other people who they think they will never ever see in their life and they happen to be celebrities. It seems impossible to ever have the opportunity to say these things to their face, so they get to hide behind their computer.”
And now because re-reading and posting Ri’s harsh words render me temporarily unable to
wallow in my self hatred dance around to my favorite Rihanna song…I’ll leave you with this bag of sads for the eyes and ears: (if you close your eyes maybe you can see Rihanna stepping on my black hair while whipping and lording her magical red hair over me and my broken dreams)