Let’s keep this party going, divas.
Let’s hit the red carpet – it’s awards season, bitches.
Pour yourself another cup of coffee and let’s finish this red carpet..
Let’s finish this shit up.
“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.
This batch of Met Gala lewks is brought to you by the celebrities who tried, and almost succeeded!
Welcome back, my dears!
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?
The derailed train that is the Met Gala continues.
Welcome to the best, brightest, and whitest night of the year!