Forbes has spoken and Sofia Vergara is still the reigning queen of getting those duckets! She’s been named the highest paid TV actress of 2017 proving once again, immigrants, they get the job done. This makes six years in a row that Sofia’s been the richest bitch in the TV game.
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.
Chris Rock recently admitted to Rolling Stone that he cheated on his wife Malaak Compton-Rock three times during their 18-year (now done) marriage. The women in question were vaguely described as the following: one famous, one semi-famous, and one who worked in retail. It didn’t take long for us to find out the identity of the famous one. Sources tell Page Six it was his I Think I Love My Wife co-star Kerry Washington.
Natalie Portman is currently knocked up with her second kid, so I can see why she’d want to show up to the Critics’ Choice Awards last night wearing your auntie’s two best tablecloths as a dress. When you’re shuffling down a red carpet for two, your number one priority is comfort. Your legs are tired, your arms are tired, your stomach looks like the overstuffed backpack of an airplane passenger that refuses to check a bag. Sometimes you just want to wear a cape-thing and call it a night.
Natalie took home the Critics’ Choice Award for Best Actress for her Jackie. I like to think Natalie kept with the throwback theme and her ensemble was an homage to 1960s maternity wear. Based on years of research (Joan and Betty’s pregnancies on Mad Men), I believe if you got knocked up in the 1960s you were legally required to dress like a deflated shower gel pouf.
It wasn’t all floaty-fabric capes. There were also floaty-fabric robes too.
Good news for the set dressers and prop department people on Scandal today: you no longer have to worry about coming up with hilariously bad ways to hide Olivia Pope’s pregnants stomach. E! News says that Kerry Washington has given birth to her second child with her retired football-playing husband Nnamdi Asomugha.
Just like the first time she gave birth and the time she got married, Kerry kept the birth of her second baby a bit of a secret. Kerry and Nnamdi have a 2-year-old daughter Isabelle Amarachi. E! says they welcomed a son on October 5th. Kerry’s been very private about her personal life, so we probably won’t ever see Kerry posing with her new baby working a “I Love My Auntie Shonda” onesie in the pages of People.
The only other information E! knows about Kerry and Nnamdi’s new baby is that they named him Caleb Kelechi. I can already see the die-hard Kerry Washington/Tony Goldwyn secret relationship conspiracy theorists working overtime to prove the real paternity of Baby Caleb. “If you erase part of the G to make it a C, change the o to an a, reverse the lower-case d, and throw in some letters from Kerry’s first name…oh my god, Caleb! I knew it, it’s totally his.”
When Anna Chlumsky came strolling up the red carpet of the Emmys last night in an ensemble Michael accurately described as looking very bed in a bag, I knew it was only a matter of time before someone in a set of deluxe full/queen sheets sashayed behind her. And that person was Kristen Bell. To be honest, I don’t know who hit the red carpet first, Kristen or Anna. It’s a real “Which came first, the sheets or the duvet” situation.
Regardless, Kristen is doing just as much for me as Anna’s look was. Maybe more, actually, because I’ve always loved a printed bed sheet. I don’t know if everyone did this, but when I was a kid, I used to make my bed with my sheets pattern-side-down. That way, when I made my bed and pulled back my comforter, you got a subtle hint of my elegant bed linens (ie. my Little Mermaid sheets). I felt so classy, like “I bet this is how Margo from Punky Brewster does her bed.” But while I love Kristen’s expensive floral sheet dress, I don’t know if many of us would want to sleep on it. I think I see beading, and I’m pretty sure none of us would want to roll over in the middle of the night and land cheek-first on a cluster of sharp glass beads.
Of course, the cherry on top of a formal bedding situation has got to be the useless satin runner that lives at the foot of the bed. Luckily, Sarah Hyland has got us covered.