Rome Facepage’s eighteenth birthday party was a date marked on the calendar by an ever-growing legion of fans. Just before the event happened Rome had a hit movie come out that cemented her popularity. One of the writers from her old comedy group had written a comedy movie that was a teen coming of age story. Rome starred in the piece and did a respectable job of playing a person just like herself. The timing could not have been more perfect. It was generally given good reviews and broke a respectable 3 million downloads, but it was the tongue-in-cheek that Rome had about herself that I admired most. There was one scene where she and another girl actively mocked one of their classmates who became popular solely because of a rumor she herself started about how good in bed she was. “That’s so T.T.Y.L. of her. Who gets popular just for moaning and making a bunch of boys get excited? You know, LOL, anyone can do that,” Rome chirped just before an awkward silence and a slight glance at the camera. It always gets a laugh out of me. I always was a sucker for people who make fun of themselves but don’t really mean it. All these impressions were running through my mind and the entire fan base’s mind when, on the day after her entry to legal consensual sex, the photos of the 18th birthday party were posted on the web. I think the event was so hyped up that maybe Rome just figured it’d be a shame to disappoint people. If someone wishes to start bitching now that Rome is a talentless hack with no sense of humor, then that party is proof that at least she could have a good laugh. Between the gold chain rappers, waiters dressed as satyrs, and ice sculpture of two lesbians scissor-fucking, there was at least a joke on somebody. As one of the comments on a website aptly put it: “I don’t understand. Is this a party for me or for her?”
