Your Met Gala coverage finally comes to a close, dear readers. Enjoy the Punk: Chaos to Couture while it lasts! Get your bitching caps on.
A little blizzard can’t keep the stars from New York Fashion Week, dear readers! And it won’t keep us from judging.
‘Tis a happy day for Kristen Stewart and the rest of the universe: Twilight is finally – FINALLY – over, dear readers! Let’s give the stars the send-off they deserve: a judgmental one! Are you ready?
The first few weeks of school have already left me an exhausted, frazzled shell of my former self. But excuses aside, I think we all know it’s time for a metric shit-ton of bitchy blogging. So let’s dive in.
Let’s kick back, relax, and enjoy some judgmental snark. I mean, what else do you come here for?
I was up at 4:30 this morning and I’m writing this from 30,000 feet in the air, dear readers, so let’s not parse words. Let’s take out our exhaustion on celebrities!
Take a break from the heat, dear readers, and cool down with some fashion. Don’t forget your bitching hats!
It’s too fucking hot to leave the building (at least in the great humid swamp that is Washington, D.C.), so stay in the air conditioning and predict the future of the red carpet. Are you ready, dear readers?
We’ve got plenty of celebrities to judge, so what are you waiting for, dear readers? Bitching hour starts now!