When Porter Magazine invited Ellen Pompeo, Gabrielle Union, Gina Rodriguez, and Julia Roberts’ niece to participate in a round table discussion about inclusion, diversity, and pay parity, they probably didn’t expect to have their own lily white set called out. They must have forgotten that Ellen is not the one, has never been the one, and will never be the one.
If Ryan Murphy is still looking for material for Feud 2, Jada Pinkett Smith and Gabrielle Union would like him to believe they were JUST as catty as Bette Davis and Joan Crawford. Jada is doing some talk show on Facebook with her mom, and Gabrielle has a movie to promote, so what better time than to bring up a long-term feud none of us knew even existed?! Continue reading
This is the classiest post I’ve ever penned. Gabrielle Union was kind enough to reveal to the Sway In The Morning radio show that she and her NBA player husband Dwayne Wade are progressive enough to engage in a little rimming now and then during sex. For those of you who might be confused, that means ass-eating. And in an interesting twist, Gabrielle revealed that she’s often the one doing the dining. Chomp that ass, Gabby!
The strange thing was that everyone wasn’t told to go home as soon as this feathery vision of dusty pink gluh-moore whipped his boa train on the carpet. Why even bother going on with the 2017 CFDA Awards when it was already shut down by an exquisite bejeweled pink ostrich? I’m sure that is a question that fashion professors will ponder with their students for years to come.
We all know that when it comes to dressing for the Oscars, everyone takes it very seriously. They put on a tux or fancy gown that definitely didn’t come with a check attached to the garment bag. Most of the time the result is a one-way ticket to Zzzzzz town (see: a good 75% of the looks from last night). But then everyone gets to let loose at Vanity Fair’s annual Oscar afterparty and put on what they really want to wear (see: The Gold Standard). Like many people at the Vanity Fair party, Diane Kruger wasn’t at the Oscars and she showed up wearing that.
Don’t worry about that dude behind Coco. Coco’s minions always carry around a fainting couch because everywhere she goes, men, women, children, animals and a few inanimate objects pass out from being exposed to that much elegance, perfection and grace. So as soon as that guy began the fainting process by closing his eyes, I’m sure one of her assistants rolled a couch behind him.
Coco, whose legendary camel toe decided to pull back a little last night, sashayed into Heidi Klum’s Halloween party in NYC with her glorious titty balls trying to use all their strength to HULK SMASH through those strings. Those strings must’ve been made with Teflon, kryptonite and a blessing from God because they are holding on. Chichis looking like two big-headed toddlers trying to headbutt their way out of a playpen.
Most would say that Coco wore a slutty referee costume from Yandy, but I say that Coco wore a slutty Footlocker employee costume from Yandy. Although, Ice -T went as a prison inmate, so there’s a chance that they could’ve coordinated their costumes and Coco actually dressed up as some kind of slutty prison house aerobics instructor. Whatever the case may be, Coco still filled that party up to the top with her beauty.
Here’s more of the tricks who showed up to Heidi Klum’s Halloween party, and yes, 99% of them wore a better costume than Heidi did. Bethenny Frankel, as a Dollar General Catwoman with rabies, is the 1%.