Pick of… best of 2017

But sadly, it was The Weeknd that broke up amicably with SelGo by October, leaving all looking for how it was Bieber’s fault as it invariably is, with her rekindling that perpetually relationship on-off-on-off-again come December, much to the disgust of her family with regards SelGo’s spell in rehab they hold him responsible for, her parents being her former managers ’n’ all, which she fired back in 2014.

The most conspicuous and indeed somewhat curious part of a collection “dropped” as exemplar of what Kendall and Kylie do or would actually wear—with no monkey’s uncle involved in picking—were the fancy flared, hight-waisted drawstring style pants in sack cloth beige or banana yellow seemingly held up with a Miller’s knot.

Which also gave springing out from under bridge interaction opportunity on social media for body shaming trolls who had not looked in a full-body mirror for some time.

And, in the new age of post-truth, reversal of progress and return to superstition, gave wind to something evilly foul smelling in conspiracy dungarees as the alt-right ranted that her Super Bowl 51 performance was a satanic ritual before returning to pulling on their alt-doodah over a not in the least morality corrupting porno Pikachu getting it on with a perturbed alt-Pepe.

It all having been an attention grabbing cry of traditional media desperation from the bunny inescapably in the internet coyotes amateur porn jaws.

But sadly, September would see what must surely be the last sticky page turned.

The start of a cavalcade of leaked nude pictures and videos of the famous sometimes in flagrante delicto but more often dressing up for stylist who’s account it was that has been expertly phished or not quite so adept advantage taking of a password recovery security elephant in the room or rather cloud, that became known as the Fappening 2 (or 4, or 7 depending upon what new leaked nudie counts as a version upgrade or not).

But moving on to the often not quite so famous except to those with encyclopedic knowledge of theatrical wrestlin’ divas in April.

And on the Instagram Live service no less, suggesting the previously overactive Instagram Nipple Checker Bot had had a day off or was just served a new algorithm in realisation that seriously, it’s not puppies in cups Gen Z—or “becomers” to Disney’s Freeform—are tempted to sit through adverts to see.

Initially with some famous names which soon got lost in a surging whirlpool over the next few months of theatrical wrestlin’ divas putting things up their bum and having their championship belt along with their boat race given the Protein Shake along with assorted Polish soap opera stars and Maltese weather girls, occasionally with an A-lister—especially in July—that had forum moderators drown in Erectoplasm attempting to exorcise the revenant that Britney Spears’ bumhole or SelGo squirting must surely be next, while instead getting Miley Cyrus taking a pantless outdoor “leak” instead in August.

Doubtless resulting in that legitimised indignation interaction while on social media of their choice taking heed with them as obviously being in need of targeted ads for hemorrhoid cream.

Indeed, with Stella Maxwell’s fem friend at the time Miley Cyrus taking a selection of pantless outdoor “leaks” for her while which ended up on presumably one of their phones.

A whole heap of entertainment industry trouble and house cleaning in what would start as the—

And what a slanging match it was for all in need of an opinion soapbox, whatever your ideology, angry agenda, or with whom your grievance, while, despite many losing their halo along with Netlix show and prestigious association, likely any justice for those admitting #MeToo will be more unfortunate act of retroactive “justice” continuity in any ever expanding franchise you care to mention than anything else.