Day of the Everlasting Moraine, 54th of Spring, 525 M.E. (Atlas): I may be the only one, but I couldn't care less about the Met Gala. 

I couldn't care less about the celebrity guests, the outlandish, attention-getting outfits they wore, or who attended which after party. The media insists on giving the event breathless, page one coverage, but it's really just another attempt by the entertainment aristocracy to continue their demand of our attention and veneration. 

I don't care about the 20-foot or whatever trailer on Diana Ross' gown. I don't care about Diana Ross (c'mon, it's 2025 and she hasn't done anything noteworthy since the 1980s). I don't care that Andre 3000 strapped a piano to his back. I wouldn't care if he arrived carrying the Christ's original cross on his back. I don't even know or recognize most of the so-called celebrities on the red carpet and their ridiculous-looking outfits don't compel me to learn more about them.

Some people just have too much time, money, and ego on their hands.

The planet is dying. There are wars in Gaza and Ukraine. Our president is a corrupt demagogue destroying our democracy. Life-and-death is the great matter. These are the things the press should be discussing, not the width of Chance the Rapper's lapels.