There’s so much more judgment to do, dear readers.
Flex your bitch muscles. It’s Emmys time.
Happy hungover Sunday! Let’s stare bleary-eyed at pretty things.
Go stand near a body of water and put your hand on your hip. BOOM! You’re ready for the Cannes photocalls.
Okay, let’s do this, because the Met Gala was like a hundred years ago and we REALLY need to get some bitching done.
Welcome, dear readers, to the Superbowl of self-congratulatory superstars!
Welcome back to the SAG Awards, fellow judgmental bitches!
Season’s greetings, bitches! Welcome to the annual celebration of all things fabulous on the red carpet.
It’s been too damn long since we’ve done our regular weekly bitch-fest, dear readers.
The stars party on Monday; we judge them on Friday. That’s the way of the world, dear readers.