So the Eurovision Song Contest just happened. Americans in general do not care two cents for it, but I find it fascinating. And this year, as I live and breathe, Romania fielded a vampire. Well, a guy with Bela Lugosi slicked-back hair and a sparkling floor-length cloak, singing on a blood-red set decorated with spiky objects. But come on, Romania knows what we're thinking when we see that imagery. That's on purpose. And I say go for it! Own it, Romania! (The song itself is terrible, but I think that's actually a requirement for Eurovision.)
Incidentally, I had to find out about Vlad the Bedazzler all on my own, as of the two Europeans I know, one is in Florida right now working on a blueberry ranch and the other despises any event that inspires tribal allegiance. One glimpse of all those people waving German flags for Cascada and he probably would have thrown his TV out the window.