It’s hard out there for a shrimp. Last week was a pretty stark reminder of that, and this week isn’t that much better if you don’t grade misery suffered by white people on a smaller curve. Things in Syria are pretty messy whether the government used Ricin against the rebels or not. The death toll in the Bangladeshi building collapse now tops 194. Bird flu is back. They are rioting in Guantanamo Bay. And increased violence in Iraq has some leaders worried of a double-dip sectarian war. And that’s just a cursory glance at the New York Times World section. You don’t even have to know any of the details to recognize that it’s tough stuff. And then of course you’ve got Bieber losing his mind, Dina Eastwood just entered rehab for depression and anxiety, and Stanley Tucci had to back out of hosting the James Beard Awards because of a scheduling conflict! Sometimes it can feel like the only positive thing going on in the world is Beyonce’s new H&M ad and that’s not even THAT GOOD. If the past couple of weeks have reminded us of anything it is that life is all too short, and painfully unpredictable, and you have to do whatever you can to make the most of however much time you will be given. So if that means dressing up in a diaper and a t-shirt that doesn’t fit you to talk in your man-baby voice about going to the museum to look at all the dinosaurs, so be it. Knock yourself out. The worms never ask what their food was up to before they burrow into it.

Admittedly, I am not sure why videotaping yourself in the diaper, and putting that tape on the Internet so that everyone can see you in your diaper, is such a prominent part of it. I feel like maybe you could be just as happy dressing up in a diaper and turning all your cameras off? But to each his own. This is my diaper video. There are many like it, but this one is mine. Etc.