Peckerwood Manor

Jezebel had a headline last week that the coverage of Taylor's new relationship was starting to get weird. Huh? The coverage of her has been strange for years, and I have never understood it. It started being weird almost a decade ago. Why? I rarely contemplate or question the fervor over this woman, mainly because it feels so manipulative and orchestrated, and I have always thought she came off as a mean, spoiled, backstabbing, popular high school homecoming queen who bullies people and stays forever 16. Still, she is everywhere all the time doing nothing notable, so it is hard to ignore her even when I actively work hard to do it. I really don't give two damns who she pretends to fuck or fucks for real or contracts or blackmails to be her partner in pap strolling. I don't even like her music because, to me, it is formulaic and boring, and her songwriting reminds me of the overwrought poetry we wrote in 9th grade, heartbroken because your boyfriend has decided (sob)

Rihanna, the former musician turned make-up and lifestyle mogul - I said what I said and until she drops another goddamn album, which will be never, this designation stays - recently popped a squat and had her second baby with her husband A$AP Rocky after being pregnant for what seemed like ten thousand years (or more) (and at times looking so humongous, I thought she was carrying an entire litter of crotch critters). But one thing's remained a mystery: the baby's name. Until now.  Drumroll, please, because RZA (pictured above and looking cute as a button) can now call his wee little brother Riot. So RZA and Riot. Truthfully, I was never into the name RZA - how the hell do you pronounce that? - which is a "tribute," supposedly, to Wu Tang Clan rapper Robert Fitzgerald Digs, and I'm not all that sure how I feel about Riot. How does one contend with this name at, let's say, the grocery store? You know, when he reaches the toddler stage, runs off for the candy ai