Welcome, dear readers, to my favorite red carpet event of the year! This year’s Met Gala theme was Punk: Chaos to Couture. Let’s mock the starlets who were too chicken to go all-out and praise those who brought out their “punk” side. (Or as “punk” as a bunch of actresses and models can get at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.) Are you ready to judge?
By now, dear readers, the tryptophan-induced comas have subsided, as have the red wine hangovers. Let’s celebrate the fact that we survived another family holiday by judging some pop stars! They deserve it, after all.
What, you think that just because no one bothered to watch the VMAs, the Democracy Diva won’t rant and rage against these tween starlets for their terrible wardrobes? Think again, bitches.
It’s been too long since we’ve had a weekly fashion recap, darlings. Let’s be extra bitchy to make up for lost time.
Welcome to the Grammys, dear readers! Let the judging begin.
We all ate way too much while pretending to care about football this weekend, and judging burns calories. So let’s get our workout started.