A toast to those who shot for the moon, landed amongst the stars, and promptly burst into flames. In all fairness, there were far fewer Valiant Failures this year than at most Met Galas, because this was the rare year where it was possible to hit the theme and still look kind of average. But let’s discuss those stars who aimed, but missed the mark.
A tribute to those who attempted the theme, took a leap of faith, and failed spectacularly.
Because if the starlets don’t give any fucks, neither should we.
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.
Some Met Gala attendees will be honored as the Best Dressed; others will live in infamy as the Worst Dressed. As for the rest, well, let’s just sweep them into the “Basic Bitches” category and judge them all.
Welcome back to your regularly scheduled bitchfest, dear readers!
Welcome back to the Golden Globes!
The Democracy Diva 