R. Kelly Tried To Set The Record Straight With An Interview With Gayle King. It Was Probably A Mistake
You may have already seen a few clips of Robert Sylvester Kelly sobbing, raging, and speaking directly to the camera in his CBS This Morning interview with Gayle King. It was a lot. We all know that Robert’s reading comprehension is not quite up to grade level, so maybe he read the invitation wrong. Maybe instead of agreeing to sit down with an adult woman and answer some very basic questions about the allegations he’s facing, he thought instead he was agreeing to come in and audition for a community theater bible play about wrongfully persecuted man whose only crime was having too big a heart.
Oprah’s BFF Gayle King sat down with Ellen DeGeneres to promote a slew of shit like hosting six hours of royal wedding coverage this weekend, but somehow she managed to drop in there that Mama O likes that good kush. Snitches get stitches, Gayle! Continue reading
The 2018 TIME 100 Gala was held last night in New York City to celebrate Time magazine’s annual list of the 100 most influential people. And whether the people were influential or not, the red carpet fashion pulled from a variety of sources. Like Leslie Jones in Christian Siriano, who is giving you Grace Jones after stopping at Studio 54 while thinking,”I wonder what the rent is on this place? Do they pay monthly or yearly? You know what, hand me my coke spoon and purse, I’m leaving to pursue a career in commercial real estate.”
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.
Dylan Farrow, Woody Allen’s adopted daughter, has long accused him of abusing her for years. And she gave her first television interview ever to CBS This Morning, and made it clear that she’d like to push Woody off his golden pedestal.
I think we can safely blame Trump for this whole Oprah2020 business. If we weren’t so starved for rational, impassioned and coherent rhetoric, we might have been able to simply appreciate Oprah Winfrey’s very good Cecil B. DeMille acceptance speech for what it was. Instead, people got so caught up with the idea of Oprah>Trump that they lost their damn minds.