Let’s see how music’s biggest stars fare under the judgmental spotlight of the Democracy Diva. Let the Grammys bitchfest begin!
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.
Grab another cup of coffee and settle in for the long haul – you’ll need your energy for judging thin, rich bitches! Let’s start critiquing.
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!
We’ve raved and ranted over 40 Met Gala looks so far. And dear readers? We’re only halfway through. The judging starts NOW!
Finals can’t stop us from judging thin, rich bitches! Stop: glamour time.
Welcome back, dear readers! I’m approaching the end of the semester, so you’ll have to forgive the sometimes sporadic blogging. But nevermind that! Let’s start judging.
Let’s get back to our regularly scheduled programming! It’s bitching time, dear readers.
The fashion never stops. And neither does the snark.