Over the years, starfucking has come to mean so many different things to so many different people. I mean, once upon a time it was the seek 'n' destroy act that is everything it sounds like. Then there came the more innocuous form where the lens did all the dirty work for just a quick pose and second of time. Now there's an even weirder "social" twist, a la Twitter, where its users use stars as a way of denoting their love and appreciation for a respective person's tweets—and when the stars become ridiculously rampant regardless of tweet quality, well, that's now considered to be a sure sign of "starfucking a Twitter crush"*.
Top row: Wiz Khalifa; Preston Lacy and Wee Man; Quentin "Rampage" Jackson; Middle row: Street Bike Tommy; Floyd "Money" Mayweather; Miss Jackson; The Bella Twins "Diva Champ" belt; Bottom row: Duff Goldman; Justin Bieber; Ed Sheerhan; Seann William Scott.
Anyway, Shanna, our resident Madame Producer, is a classic second stage butterfly collector. It's a harmless addiction, to be sure, and one that can only make for a nifty wall of memories later on in life—especially if Alzheimer's comes a calling. That, I think, would make for many an interesting Groundhog-esque Day, where elderly, addled Shanna wakes up to a great wall of "what the heck?" each and every morning, struggling to reassemble the puzzling visual pieces of her life. Were they friends? Are they family? Was I an ambassador to the United Nations? Why is that large man forcing my head into a black emperor scorpicake? Am I really knee high to a grasshopper? Oh, the foggy fun she will have!
Or, who knows, maybe she'll still have her copy of Ridiculousness Season 2 on DVD, in which case she'll only have to first remember what a DVD is to lace it all up and tie her life tight. Pre-order yours today and fight the future fugue!
* Jesus H. Jumping Christ on a Hallowed Crutch, what a ridiculously stupid world it is in which we live.