“Basic Bitches at the Met Gala” has become an annual tradition at Democracy Diva Headquarters. Here, that phrase knows no gender – only the brutal, existential torture of seeing extremely wealthy/extremely famous/extremely beautiful people completely waste life’s precious opportunities to be fabulous.
The fourth bracket is ready and waiting for your judgment, dear readers.
Welcome, dear readers, to the Superbowl of self-congratulatory superstars!
I have internet again! Let the celebrations begin!
Welcome back to the SAG Awards, fellow judgmental bitches!
Shit, dear readers, we have a LOT of judging to get through. I hope you’ve stretched.
Welcome back, dear readers. I hope you’ve got your bitching pants on, because there’s work to be done.
Welcome, dear readers, to the Hollywood Film Awards! It’s like the Oscars, but way less important.
Because the Oscars isn’t enough annual ego masturbation for the movie industry – it’s the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences’ Governors Awards!
Happy Sunday, fellow divas! Grab yourself another cup of coffee and let’s get to judging.