First of all….BEANIEPOCALPYSE IS UPON US!
A friend of mine told me that my favourite person, Jared Padalecki, is refusing to take off his beanie at $upernatural convention$ now. Apparently, his reasoning was:
Okay, it wasn’t but it might have well as been! If people are paying thousands of dollars to see you, would it really kill you to take off a sweaty beanie for an hour? Seriously. The actual reason – ‘I’m comfortable with this thing on my head, and this is who I am so deal with it‘ – is…well, it’s bullshit. The only people that give a fuck are the people paying thousands of dollars to see you.
Just once I’d like a fan to clap back with some shit like, ‘I worked seven jobs and sold my priceless unicorn collection to be able to afford this con and you can’t take your fucking hat off? Who the fuck do you think you are?!’ but they’re too busy raising money for the next proverbial fuck you that Jared decides to serve up. Oh well.
Speaking of conventions. And Jared (sigh…)…
I had this odd dream that I paid $8 to go to this…Jared convention type thing. Somehow everyone travelled via a bus (even Jared, so if I didn’t know it was a dream before, I definitely did after the bus ride – we all know that he’s too good to ride on a bus with peasants!). The driver let people on without tickets for the sit-with-Jared-in-a-room con so long as they paid the fee, because you know, dream world.
Apart from Misha (clearly my subconscious was just fucking with me on this particular day because Misha Collins has no damn place in my head or dreams or anywhere near me. EW), it was just Jared in a room. I kept seeing posters advertising events but it was just a bunch of tables in a room. And all he did was leave the room and come back. So maybe I was missing some shit that wasn’t included with the eight dollar package. At one point he took off his jacket but…there was another jacket underneath. It was all very exciting.