In 2007, I was working a miserable job at MTV with a batshit crazy boss who tried to force herself onto me as my fag hag. It was very violating. I prayed a big rig would hit me every day during my two hour commute to Santa Monica. When Halloween came around and I was ordered to plan a Halloween party for the staff, I decided I needed a costume that would allow me to be ill-behaved all day long. So I settled on Courtney Love circa ‘95.
Imagine me arriving at work, kicking trash cans, panties around my ankles, yelling at people—and not getting fired for it. It was perfect.
Since that year’s Courtney was kind of haphazzardly created, I wanted to try it again in 2008. This year’s Courtney v.3 was the best–and the last. I’m throwing in my tiara. Keep reading to see the evolution… (more…)