until I get to meet one myself. Heheheh!
Up for a probe too?
To me, if anything, the Met Gala kind of reflects modern culture itself: naked, bold, zero expressions, negative performance and sometimes hard to tell which is which.
Life is now made of plastic and botox.
I guess I have COCKPHOBIA, after seeing those humongous reddish eyes.
When you stare into the eye of the cock, the eye of the cock stares back at you.