We lost DListed in 2023. Like many of us, I was really stunned by the news. After many weeks of still clicking my DListed bookmark out of habit and seeing the same damn farewell message, I lamentingly grappled with the idea of missing the boat. I always wanted to write for it. As a regular reader since 2006, I really couldn't fathom that it one day would leave us. Much like the buffets at Pizza Hut, the best things never stay forever.
Thank god for you guys. You built this community together and kept my dream alive. I can't work for Michael K, but I hope I can still make you laugh. This little outlet where we get to poke fun at the people who wouldn't piss on us if we were on fire. Our little guillotine of snark.
I'm so lucky I get to be here and I hope you know your encouragement has changed my life. I'm now "working" as a standup comic in the big city. I say working with a grain of salt because the only time I've been paid was by two drunk nurses in Time Square. The more drunk of the two slipped me a hundred bucks and told me I'd be a star. DListed may be gone, but it's in all of us here. Yes, you all have the D in you, YOU SUCIO WHORES! Looking forward to another year of laughs with you all. So what's coming in 2024?
Will the Fashion Awards finally give Shauna Sand a lifetime achievement award for single handedly keeping the Lucite heel business afloat?
Will Brangelina finally settle their divorce after at least 7 fucking years, 3 fucking months and 12 fucking days?
Will White Oprah get another DUI at the Romano's Macaroni Grill?
What are your dreams? What are your predictions? Who are you smooching tonight? (spoiler: your cat/dog)
