Please, no loud noises or sudden movements. These stars have all suffered head injuries that caused them to believe they are attending the Oscars. They think they look amazing – and they would, on any other red carpet. But friends, the Met Gala is not the goddamn Oscars. (Though this year’s theme was a little more traditional-red-carpet friendly than previous years, I still can’t bring myself to put anyone in the Best Dressed post who didn’t really commit to the costume.)
What, you thought we were done?
Let’s finish this damn thing.
Time to finish up our SAG coverage so we can move onto the absurdity of the Grammys!
Sorry for the delay while the Diva was on vacay. Luckily, it’s never too late to be a judgmental bitch!
Pour yourself another cup of coffee and let’s finish this red carpet..
Get your memorial day realness on, bitches!
“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.
Welcome to the amfAR Gala, or as it will now be known, Shameless Sideboob for a Good Cause!
Let’s finish up this shit-show once and for all.