It was Mariah Carey, the Lady-Protector of High Shade from the land of the Eyerolling Careys, who once sang about the noble butterfly. The song, somewhat deceptively, is not about an actual butterfly. Rather, it is a metaphor for something resembling love. The wise chanteuse sings:
I hate to open with a cliché, but—to cite another cliché—clichés are clichés for a reason. These, my good people, are extraordinary times. And when the times are extraordinary, they call for extraordinary measures.
Prince is dead. Today is stupid. This year is stupid and the world is stupid. Here are some very not-stupid stories, videos and reflections on the greatness, shadiness and the never-suffering-fools perfection that was Prince.
Diva Supreme Mariah Carey is reportedly shooting a documentary special chronicling her Las Vegas residency, meaning she’s changed her tune about reality television.
After Lady Gaga (erroneously) won the award for Best Actress in a Limited Series or TV Movie over its rightful winner Queen Latifah during the 2016 Golden Globes, she was naturally verklempt, thinking what we all were: How? Her tablemates literally had to steady her, for god’s sakes.
“We have freedom of speech, we have freedom of religion,” says Megyn Kelly, in this segment about the coalition-building impulses of an overripe pumpkin from Halloween 2007. “And we’re opening up a very dangerous door if we get the government getting to go into a religious institution and decide what amounts to hate…
Hey what’s up hello, it’s that time again.
Shade Court is in session and I hope everyone is feeling good and woke up this morning with the spirit of justice pulsing through your veins.
Good lord was this a busy week. Welcome to Shade Court—I think the world is regressing.
Happy Bey Day and welcome to Shade Court. We’re heading into Labor Day weekend, where we celebrate the sacrifices of the American labor movement. (Thanks Wikipedia.) I don’t know for sure whether or not judges qualify as part of the labor movement, but this sure feels like a lot of work.
Welcome to Shade Court, where Judge Brown is in absolutely no mood for your bullshit.
Hello and welcome to Shade Court, where week by week, as my job gets harder, the world gets better.
Shade Court is here, the arbiters of shade were queer, get used to it.
It’s hot, you’re here, Shade Court is in session—let’s get to this.
Shade Court is in session and I am very much ready for this ridiculous week to be over.
It’s Friday. It’s Shade Court time, what else do you need?
Welcome to Shade Court! Fourth of July! Independence! Magic Mike XXL is out! Let’s continue the theme of all things America with a bit of litigiousness.
Do you think god conspired to allow the passage of gay marriage on the same day as Shade Court to honor Dorian Corey in the manner that she deserves? I like to think so.
Hello Shade Court devotees. Let me apologize for last week’s unexpected hiatus. The Rachel Dolezal tornado hit and my complete fascination at the utter absurdity of that woman overtook me. But now that’s over, and we’re back.