Diggin' On You
It doesn't take a lot for me to get into an internet blackhole but this March with all these March Madness brackets going around, I've been going back and forth with Macy and Chinggay on Twitter, debating or contesting the brackets relevant to my pop-culture loving self.
There were a couple of difficult ones but I think my favorite one was Offset UK's Internet Boyfriend bracket because the concept of an internet boyfriend always fascinated me. And I must preface this by saying if I were doing this based solely on who my real life boyfriend would be, that would be Jake Gyllenhaal so this entire bracket is null and void.
Also, as an aside before I dive in, how does one even rank/seed/match the folks on these things? Sometimes choices are way too obvious but also sometimes, it's just not fair. And how did the last brackets get automatically entered into Round 3 skipping round 2 altogether? Question! I wish I had answers to!
I don't find myself obsessing over the Internet boyfriend mostly but I do agree that it's always fun to see the massive coverage around whomever is the boyfriend of the moment. Having said that, Round 1 wasn't particularly difficult for me save for having to choose between Michael B Jordan and Chris Evans, because though many a Chris have owned my heart in the past. Chris Evans on Twitter is a gem of a man -- being both feminist and swoony and just awesome. But we all know how I feel about the entire Black Panther crew so this was my hardest choice.
Round 2 was when shit got tough. Michael B. Jordan or Oscar Isaac? I'm not even hardcore Oscar Isaac loving but that entire Star Wars press tour killed me. This existential question was just not something I wanted to go through. In the end though, Oscar and his eyes just won me over. I'm so sorry, Michael. I still love you, I swear.
And then we hit Round 3 and I just had to close my eyes and type this out hoping not to hurt anyone along the way. Many broken hearts were left on the wayside. Jeff Goldblum surprised me in my thirst for him over Harry Styles. Because if Harry ever aged to be as flawless as Jeff Goldblum at 65, then we'll rethink this bracket.
In the end, it was a battle of the new Star Wars hunks and it was not an easy choice. Riz Ahmed had been quietly winning his way up the bracket and into my heart stealthily -- that accent, those eyes. Just yes to all. I've also watched way too many Riz Ahmed rapping videos and just general lists on lists identifying why we need to love him, when I really don't need the reasons.
Until next year's March Madness, folks.