Whatever, dude.What freaking ever. Feel free to judge me all over the place (I'm used to it), but keep your voice down because the little old lady across from me is trying to rest her eyes. The show was fabulous (in case you were dying to ask). I was AMAZING (in case you needed confirmation). And, no, I don't dress like this at home. I dress like Wonder Woman, complete with golden gloves. Because I'm all about truth and justice, darling. It takes real courage to look this good. So tell it to my currently ungloved hand. And, for gawd's sake, pull your pants up (they're hanging off of you like they're trying to escape).