Welcome back, dear readers! Let’s enjoy another judgment-filled trip down the red carpet. Are you ready?
Oscars bitching hour ain’t over yet, dear readers. Stop: glamour time.
Welcome back to your regularly scheduled red carpet bitch-fest, dear readers. Grab a cup of coffee and let’s judge.
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?
Welcome back, dear readers! Let’s check in on our favorite starlets. And judge them harshly!
Welcome to one of the least-fashionable red carpet events of the year! After the VMAs, the Movie Awards bring out the tackiest or dullest qualities in every star’s style. So let the ruthless critiques begin!
Welcome back to your regularly scheduled programming, dear readers. Put on your cutest swimsuit and let’s dive in!
The exams are over, my fabulous paper on slut-shaming is complete, and that means it’s time to dive into the red carpet head first, dear readers! Figuratively, though. No concussions on my watch!