And now, let us celebrate the Golden Globes winners and losers at their drunkest, accompanied by the bitches too basic to be invited to the actual awards.
Let’s finish this shit, dear readers.
The AMAs were last weekend, and we have yet to discuss the assorted fashion disasters that music’s icons bestowed upon us.
Welcome, dear readers, to the Hollywood Film Awards! It’s like the Oscars, but way less important.
Happy Sunday, fellow divas! Grab yourself another cup of coffee and let’s get to judging.
Get through your day with a healthy dose of judgment.
It’s Sunday morning, I’m exhausted from my first week of being a real person in a very long time, and there’s an ungodly amount of fashion to get through. There is no better recipe for complete and utter bitchery, dear readers.
Underage and overdressed! Overage and underdressed! It’s the Teen Choice Awards!