Other than Justin Timberlake’s hair swoop and Kelly Clarkson’s colorful acceptance speech, the star of The GRAMMYs this year was totes Lena Dunham in canary-blinding yellow as a Fun. plus one. Now I suddenly don’t feel so guilty about missing an episode of Girls just to watch the awards. Also, in the 24 hours following the festivities, “Adorn” by Miguel has been purchased, downloaded, and played on repeat just enough times to irritate everyone else in this household. Sorry I’m not sorry. Deal with it. And to quote Kelly Clarkson, “…I mean good God, that was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen! WHAT?!” Way to go, Miguel. Way. To. Go. After all, I don’t know who the hell you are, but… we need to sing together. Well, actually, that was Kelly’s line — I’ll leave the singing to her. We can do other things together, etc. And if Wiz Khalifa is also available to collaborate, that would be great. Thanks, Miguel. I really appreciate it, etc.

Lastly, I’d like to point out to CBS that the banned sideboob act of 2013 was ultimately a waste of time and energy. The girls (quite literally) were obviously not listening and chose to take their cause straight to the red carpet, loud and proud. If there’s a problem, perhaps take it up with Joan Rivers and the rest of the Fashion Police. I’m sure they’ll be more than glad to address the issue — i.e. Katy Perry, Kelly Rowland, Skylar Grey, etc. But I would hardly call it an issue. This is twenty thirteen. Let the girls be, dammit! Just let ’em be. Jeez.

This concludes my GRAMMYs shpeal of a blog post. Until next year… same time, same place. I know you’re looking forward to it. I am. Maria OUT.