Meme icon Chrissy Teigen gave birth to her and husband John Legend’s second child, Miles Theodore, back in May. Miles has been enjoying the beautiful life nectar that emits from mom’s bosoms, and mom doesn’t have an issue with posting pics of the process. But other people do. Teigen recently posted a pic on Instagram of her breastfeeding Miles while simultaneously faux-nursing two-year-old daughter Luna’s babydoll. Most of her followers thought this was sweet and thanked her for continuing to normalize breastfeeding. One didn’t. In addition to milk, Chrissy’s got plenty of sass coming out of those boobs and expressed some just for her nay-sayer.
It’s been less than a week since Chrissy Teigen and John Legend’s loin fruit was delivered. That was just enough time for them to wipe the birth gunk off his face and give him a name. Now, little Miles Theodore Stephens is ready for his closeup! Chrissy posted a picture of the newborn on Instagram yesterday and he probably already has a book deal.
Even though getting mocked on Saturday Night Live makes Donald Trump rage, his BFF Kanye West doesn’t seem to mind the comedic ribbing. Donald Glover hosted Saturday Night Live this weekend, and they redid A Quiet Place as A Kanye Place, where that monster picks off the victims once they screech over whatever Trump-fapping or slavery nonsense Kanye had said. Surprisingly, he took to Twitter to praise the bit and not go ham like he did last week. Continue reading
Actresses Sanaa Lathan and Sara Foster have both been eliminated as suspects in the Bey-Bitegate scandal. Tell me again how investigative journalism is dead? Yesterday proved that both legitimate news outlets and passionate citizen detectives are dedicating time and energy to answer the burning question of the day (ok yesterday): #whobitbeyonce? The Cut and Vulture both did a deep dive into the case that amounts to this generation’s Lindbergh kidnapping.
When you’re a question mark’s favorite pop singer and people regularly mistake you for the wall, you have to pull some shit to make people pay attention to you. Like dress yourself up as a Miss Kitty from the future who just got jumped by a gang of silkie chickens.
Clive Davis threw his annual pre-Grammy party in NYC last night, and many of the guests decided to save their better dresses for tonight’s Grammys (although, they should really just wear pajamas with an attached pillow and duvet cover, because that shit is going to be three and a half fucking hours long). Because most of them wore boring dresses bought off the rack at Macy’s (Taryn Manning’s impact!), but not Rita Ora.
Rita Ora threw feathers, fringe, bows, rhinestone and whatever else that was on sale at Michael’s onto her body. Rita looks like she just came from auditioning for the Thandie Newton role in a no-budget unauthorized Public Access reboot of Westworld that takes place way off in the future and will eventually get shut down after HBO sues. Rita is also dressed like a look-for-less Kartrashian, which is saying a lot since the Kartrashians dress like look-for-less Kartrashians.
And here’s a million more pictures from Clive Davis’ party, including Kathie Lee Gifford (who I hope wins, via write-in vote, the Best Song Grammy tonight for He Saw Jesus) and Martha Stewart, whose dogs are probably nervous that she’s going to skin and wear their asses next.