Ah, the Grammies.

Grammy memories: First of all, Lady Gaga, if she is indeed a lady, is not the super-star she thought she was and I am more than a little peeved at Sir Elton John for giving his heart away so easily. First to Marilyn Monroe (Goodbye, Norma Jean), then Lady Di, and now he is crooning how wonderful life is with “Gaga in the world”- all I have to say is Gagagag-gross!

Kudos for performances go out to both Beyonce who rocked the house and to Pink with her burlesque-circus routine that had probably every straight guy watching frothing at the mouth and the rest of the world in awe at the beauty of her artful performance.

And, I have to say it, Stephen Colbert actually had me cringing in embarrassment for his daughter at the beginning of the show and wondering if it was really necessary to call Susan Boyle a “cat-lady” in a back-handed “catty” comment that had absolutely nothing to do with Batman and everything to do with the idea that ugly men can sing, but only women who are perfect tens are allowed on most stages.

This is also the first time I have seen Nicole Kidman in a while and I have to say the rumors are true- your forehead looks disgusting. You need a de-tox from bo-tox right away, there sister.