Lady Drama traces its roots back to Eden. It was in that garden when that broad ate that apple–or persimmon or frick’n kumquat or whathaveyou–that you could say the world experienced its first instance of “lady drama.”
“Um, why did you eat that? He told us not to eat that.”
“You want some?”
“Yeah.”
It was a simpler time then, when the mere tasting of a fruit could instigate the moral demise of an entire species. These days you can’t bring down a civilization without some sort of kumquat-default swap.
And it was all Eve’s fault.
But the world soon witnessed new heights of feminine drama. Pope Joan, Anne Boleyn, Clara Schumann, Debbie Reynolds, Grace Jones, and that profligate little girl on the Morton’s salt container would all come to embody the inherently troubled state of womanhood.
These days there is new hope for “the ladies” and, by extension, the world. Call it a balm for their burns, a panacea for their pain, a salve for their sores (yuck), or just call it a band with the name Lady Drama. It’s Lady Drama the band. And they’re all dudes.
Submitted by: Brandon