The American Music Awards doesn’t have the respectability of the Grammys or the pizazz of the MTV VMAs, but it’s got…well, it’s got a pointy award and people that show up, and that’s all you really need for a music award show. As such, guests still put in some effort for the red carpet. Post Malone’s hair is still a mess and he’s got those “Yes I’ve been slowly picking off my Shellac manicure” nails, but he also came through with a bedazzled belt buckle and nudie suit made by Union Western Clothing featuring his initials and several snakes. I guess he didn’t get the memo that Taylor Swift had the whole snake thing locked down last night. Oh well, it still pulled his whole look together. That is, if he was going for a look that tells people he’s a very successful businessman who sells snakes at an Alabama swap meet.
On Saturday, 54-year-old John Stamos to his pregnant 31-year-old model/actress girlfriend Caitlin McHugh. People says the wedding took place at the Little Brown Church in Studio City, CA, while the reception was held back at John’s house in Beverly Hills. It sounds like it was all very nice, except for the fact Caitlin’s hotel room was robbed the night before and the thieves made off with all her wedding day jewels.
Congratulations To John Stamos For Getting The Cover Of People Magazine (Oh Yeah, And Also For Making A Baby With His Fiancée)
Just a month ago, John Stamos declared that he, John Stamos, is ready to bestow his precious jizz onto some lucky ovary eggs. And today, John Stamos graciously shared his face with the masses to announce that he did bestow his precious jizz onto some lucky ovaries eggs belonging to his fiancée whose name doesn’t really matter since this is all about John Stamos!
And yes, I imagine that John Stamos approached his fiancee as she lay on the bed, dropped his towel and said, “I, John Stamos, am ready to procreate,” before dimming the lights by clapping.
Hi all! I’m C.J. and just starting today with Dlisted. Like J Harvey, I’m from Boston, but I don’t have a cah to pahk in the yahd, unfortunately. And I apologize in advance for the uptick in Jane Pauley-related posts, but she’s a national treasure and long overdue for her moment! In the meantime….
Ryan Murphy is somewhere praying Iggy Azalea and Azealia Banks start fighting again ASAP because F/X is going to be F/X/Y/Zzzzzzzz if Feud 17 has to be about Drake Bell not getting the invite to Josh Peck’s wedding and crying about it. John Stamos, Josh’s Grandfathered co-star, Instagrammed a photo where he’s posing like Fabio on the cover of a Dollar Tree romance novel and boasted how he got the invite and didn’t even want to go.
If the Oscars and the Emmys are your fancy old uncle who drinks expensive scotch and loves British shows on PBS, then the People’s Choice Awards are your aunt who drinks canned Bay Breezes and asks if you wanna get high in her LeBaron. The People’s Choice Awards are for the people, damn it, and they don’t need prestige or class or gowns that requires every inch of your intestines to be crammed into Spanx.
Blake Lively clearly knows this and after going full-fashion at the Golden Globes two weeks ago, she wore one of Britney Spears’ rejects to the People’s Choice Awards. It’s like she couldn’t find her glasses and just assumed the dress code on the PCA invitation said: “Come dressed as a dancer from a Bob Mackie-inspired cruise ship show who is trying to get fired.” She looks like the messiest pledge at a sorority for ravens.
Some people still don’t understand that you don’t have to try so hard at the People’s Choice Awards. Jennifer Lopez, I’m looking at you.