I am interrupting this week’s planned programming to have a moment with Cher.

I will admit it here. I have alway had a thing for Cher, like a big thing. I mean, the woman is effing fabulous, always has been, always will be. I grew up a Cher lover (I know, right, as if I’m a gay male). My favorite movie growing up (aside from Troop Beverly Hills) was Mermaids  (yes also starring a young Winona Rider and an even younger Christina Ricci and that boy who played Jake Ryan in 16 Candles), and that Halloween costume I wore this year was actually partially inspired by the New Year’s Eve mermaid costume Cher wears in the movie.

So, you can imagine my thrill to see Cher back on the big screen in the Burlesque movie (which I have yet to see) and also, delivered to my door on the cover of the December issue  of Vanity Fair magazine.

I read the article a couple of days ago and learned a lot about Ms. Cher. I actually never knew her whole God-Given name (Cherilyn Sarkisian, although no matter) or much about her tumultuous relationship with Sonny Bono, or the fact that she has had a number one single in every single one of the past FIVE decades. All interesting stuff. However, I was mesmerized by the vintage photographs included in the article of her holiness and was prompted to google her to find more vintage fabulousness. I mean this chick is pretty amazing. She was Lady Gaga long before Lady Gaga was even born. All hail lady Cher.

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