What, you thought we were done?
Welcome back, you delightful bitches!
I know, I know, I’m late.
Let’s finish this shit up.
Yes, I am aware that the Emmys were
a month ago twenty-six infinitely fatiguing news cycles ago. But since everyone I know has felt like they’re having a low-grade panic attack for the past week straight, don’t we deserve a little bit of mindless frivolity?
Welcome back, bitches!
Welcome to the best, brightest, and whitest night of the year!
Buckle up, divas. This red carpet is a DISASTER.
BAHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA-BAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
There’s so much more judgment to do, dear readers.