Halsey is one of the music industry’s most frequent red carpet messes, so it’s not a surprise that she would show up to the Billboard Music Awards last night in an outfit that says: “Book my stylist the next appointment at the nearest Pearle Vision.”
That bra is all kinds of tragic. It’s both too big and too small, like some kind of physics-defying underwire nightmare. If that bra could talk, it would beg Halsey to leave it at home and take a set of nipple pasties instead. On the upside, it is nice to see that someone finally purchased the most discounted bra from the clearance section of Ross. But don’t cry for Halsey’s bra. I see a bright future for it. I bet an agent has already signed it to appear as the uncomfortable before bra in an Ahh Bra infomercial.
The NAACP Image Awards happened in Pasadena, CA last night, and once again, grand master poser Taraji P. Henson melted the eyelashes off of hos left and right with her extra hot posing game. At the Golden Globes last month, Taraji took us on a journey with her poses. She was Scarlett O’Hara with the vapors. She was a shocked Norma Desmond. She was me whenever one of my friends get me a new butt plug for my birthday. She was everything and more. Taraji played it a little more subtle at the NAACPs last night, but she still posed like she was head of her class at Phoebe Price’s Community College of Exuding Raw Glamour.
Empire won a few NAACP Awards last night including one for Taraji for Outstanding Actress in a Drama Series. Taraji should’ve won another award for Outstanding Posing While Holding A Trophy Backstage At The NAACP Awards. Taraji served up intrigue and orgasm faces while posing with that award. She also gets extra points for making sure that we all got a good view of that trophy’s crotch. And I even love that she looked like a cross between Morticia Addams going to a daytime business meeting and a casual Magica de Spell.
Here’s a million more pictures from last night of everyone looking like they’re wearing dresses they bought at Windsor Fashions in the 90s. Well, everyone except for Cree Summer who looked like Pilgrim Pippi Longstocking on the right kind of acid.
Just like Jack Fellateme from How To Get Away With Murder, Jussie Smollett, whose character on Empire recently sang and danced his way out of the closet, has never said publicly if his tongue gets the tingles for peen, poon or both. He won’t talk about his personal life. But recently, his Empire co-star, Malik Yoba, accidentally let it slip that he’s gay before taking it all back and playing the “misquoted” card. While shooting an interview with Ellen DeGeneres, Jussie Smollett once again refused to totally get into his personal life, but afterward, he pulled her aside and told her he needed to talk her about something. So Ellen took him to a room that looks like a fancier thrift shop and sat him down on a daybed that looks like it came directly from the junkyard but probably costs $90,000. (The video is after the cut.)
Jussie told Ellen that even though he does not want to get into his personal life (Did I mention that Jussie Smollett does not want to get into his personal life?), he wants it be known that if you’re sending him fan mail to The Closet, that shit is going bounce back, because he’s never lived or rented space in there. Jussie said that he wanted his first interview to be with her and then went on to say that he couldn’t even show you where The Closet is on the map, because he’s never been there.