Welcome to the amfAR Gala, or as it will now be known, Shameless Sideboob for a Good Cause!
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!
Good LORD, do we have some judging to do.
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.
Welcome back, dear readers. I hope you’ve got your bitching pants on, because there’s work to be done.
The AMAs were last weekend, and we have yet to discuss the assorted fashion disasters that music’s icons bestowed upon us.
Everything’s coming up Emma.
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.