Oh, right, the Grammys happened!
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.)
Let’s keep the party going.
Dragon queens, disco balls, and grandma couches await – it’s the motherfucking Grammys, y’all.
Happy Monday, fellow divas! Make your week extraordinary by adding a whopping dose of judgment.
Welcome to the VMAs! I might be too old to watch them, but no one’s ever too old to judge them. Also, I think it goes without saying that this post is mildly NSFW, because, you know, Miley.
Admit it. You’ve missed me.
There is no Met Gala without the divas.