Courtney Stodden is either a performance artist, a hardcore YOLOer, a social crusader fighting for open dialogue about sexual diversity, or all of the above. Whatever the case, her tastes seem eclectic.
To me, having a pop star pick what song a contestant will sing is great, but being able access advice and guidance from someone who has been broken down by the very industry that the contestant is trying to break into is very valuable.
So I thought about my burrito while I raised my arms above my head and imagined a billion electrons being deflected by my brave testicles. The great governmental nudity machine. I darted out of the whole enterprise, flung on my shoes and belt and watch as I ran to the train to the farther terminals. Burrito.
Euphoria washed over me. I felt elated, a welling of good emotion, like I knew that something wonderful was about to happen and I just couldn’t wait for whoever it was to bust through that door and Surprise! Happy Birthday! or whatever.