Listen, I’ve got a lot going on in my life right now. So if my Oscars coverage has to stretch into April, then you will just have to fucking deal with it, my beautiful queens.
Vampires! Witches! Velvet scrunchies!
Welcome back, dear readers.
Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Your Cannes coverage ends here, dears.
Welcome back, judgmental bitches!
I’m not crying, YOU ARE.
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