

If I were asked to explain The Masked Singer, an esoteric nightmare stuffed with D-listers and freakishly realistic snail costumes, I would politely smile and say no, because as of last night, they’re putting puppets in the puppets.
If I were asked to explain The Masked Singer, an esoteric nightmare stuffed with D-listers and freakishly realistic snail costumes, I would politely smile and say no, because as of last night, they’re putting puppets in the puppets.