Let Them Eat Cake...

I want everyone to know. This is not a sour grapes Blah, Blah Blog, but I didn’t get an invitation to this year’s Met Gala. Honestly…truthfully…after seeing photographs of what folks molded, sewed, hammered, glued, and, pardon me, screwed to their bodies, I wouldn’t have known what to wear. And I have a lot of leftover costumery from my fifty years in the Biz. Nothing, I mean nothing, would have worked.

I did note that one of the sponsors of the shindig removed himself from the spotlight, his wife bathed herself in…no names, but his initials are JB. I also wondered where all his buddies were. And then, on my afternoon scroll through the Substack neighborhood, I saw what I imagined would have been their spectacular photo entrance.

It looks something like this video by everythings.under.ctrl
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The meaninglessness of this event inspired an image in my headball.

They ate the cake at the Gala and look what happened…

Love, Sally-Jane