Evidently, Sia had a baby. She named the baby Somersault. No word on how the baby feels about an acrobatic toddler move as a moniker.
Yes, I can make fun. I’m smug like that. I get a rush whenever news comes across the feed, and I say, “Who the hell is that?” Especially when the news is as ludicrous as a baby named Helicopter or Front Porch.
It’s hard to say when I got proud that I was “out of the know.” What I can say is there was one day I cared and the next, I didn’t. I tell myself it means I’m not wasting my time on the mundane and the silly. That somehow my thoughts are more important and I’m only following things that are high brow, like the latest best sellers, cat memes and the Real Housewives. See? Smug.
Turns out, Sia is the singer that no one sees. She wears a bag over her head and fashions her bangs so long that her face is covered. Word has it she’s only shown her face to besties, like Ellen. Is the hide-your-face thing while chasing fame not strange? She’s a star, supposedly internationally famous.
The same surge of superiority emerges when someone mentions a television program I’ve never seen, convincing myself it means I have better things to do than park in front of the TV. I follow the news of the world, know all the cabinet members and watch both Fox and CNN so I get both sides knowing the truth is somewhere in the middle, like most things. That I fill my free time with murder documentaries proves I’m an elevated connoisseur of media, non? See? Smug.
Need more? Birkenstocks, chipped nails, not dressing for work, hating cats when you’ve not met them. Smug, smug, smug and smug.
Wearing crocs as an adult and you’re not a nurse. Smug.
Can’t run in heels? Smug. Although why you’d choose to run is beyond me. One does need to know she can if the need arises, like getting away from a date who thinks you should split the bill.
Don’t like a dive bar? Smug. You’ve never been to the country favorite where all the boys think you’re cute and have those swoon-worthy manners.
What is it that tops your smug list? What makes you feel just a tiny bit superior? Don’t pretend you don’t have them. Pfft. We know the truth, girlfriend.
The Duchess Diaries 