It might be a little late in the day to enter the discourse around the Met Gala. Reams have already been written, and the internet and Instagram have hit it out of the park with their relentless coverage.
But, I have a concern: it’s been over two weeks since the party, and I am still ‘doping’ on the papped and snapped. Why? It’s doing something fuzzy to my brain, this red-carpet thing, and shutting down my soul, just as the dazzling celebrities had “shut down the red carpet”, to borrow from MC La La Anthony’s lingo, as she interviewed the A-listers from her perch on top of the Met stairs.
I’ve been desperately searching for my own verdicts, my own judgement, and indulging in some serious existential reflection, over and above all of those that have already been voiced. This mega event — one that has notched up a staggering “916 million total video views” — is it really a good thing or a major badass moment for our new-age,…