Sometimes there are people who have almost made this blog for years. For years. Why don’t they? Usually cause there is some bad luck involved. Always a bridesmaid never a bride kind of thing. Sometimes it’s just cause they’re weird. Not in an insult way but in a it’s hard to wrap my head around it and post them and when I post someone who feels out there to post I don’t feel like I can just write, “Hey, this girl is pretty. Have a sweet Monday. San Dimas High School Football Rules”. I mean, I could. It’s my blog but I have standards. So Poppy has almost made it but keeps not because she is really, really strange. If you recognize her it’s probably from her Youtube videos with are slightly off kilter. This is because Poppy is basically a performance art piece. I mean, she’s also a pop singer but she’s an art project. The collaboration between multiple artists and if you have done a deep dive on her channel, which of course I have, if you’ve read this blog you can’t be surprised, you’ll discover a deep ambivalence not just about Internet Fame but Internet Culture in general. Her videos are often full of cliches and common sentiments we see in countless other places on the internet but she has robbed them of all emotion or sincerity. They become creepy and hollow. I guess it’s a way of showing the hollowness that was always behind empty statements of vapidness. It’s really kind of brilliant sometimes. My friend and I were watching her selling things from her merch store and she was saying these rote things that people might think to themselves when looking at clothes and they took on this whole weird life as she said them with a vacant smile. It was a mix of hilarious and unsettling. Which is why I have never posted her. Mixed in with this is that she’s coded to be an attractive youtube star. Pretty, innocent, positive. Big eyes and cute dresses. And just off enough that you start to feel bad about finding her attractive. Which I also think is part of the whole thing. Again, I find it kind of brilliant but it means I feel almost bad when I have thought about posting her. But hey, I run a blog called Who I Want to Fuck Today, people are already judging me, what am I scared of? Heights mainly. Also Ghosts. I am pretty sure she is short and if she’s secretly any supernatural creature it’s a robot, not a ghost. Yes, I just said robots are supernatural. Prove me wrong, Internet, prove me wrong. Today I want to fuck Poppy.