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.
Welcome back to your regularly scheduled red carpet bitch-fest, dear readers! It’s judging time.
Are you ready for a good old-fashioned judgmental red carpet recap, dear readers? I thought so.
Let’s resume our regularly scheduled bitchfest, dear readers. Stop: glamour time.
VH1 held an event they dared to call “Divas.” Most of the attendees had no diva credentials and dressed nowhere near divaliciously. And worst of all, dear readers? They didn’t invite me. But judgment is the best revenge.
There’s no rest for the bitchy, so grab another cup of coffee and let’s do this shit. It’s judging time.
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!
Welcome back to the Met Gala! Hurry: bitchery awaits!