Prayers up for Bryan Adams who, as far as we know, has done nothing to warrant people all over the country smashing their 45’s of Summer of 69 over their knee. Because of that damn B, he’s always getting confused with singer/songwriter/alleged R.Kelly wannabe Ryan Adams who has just had his most recent album pulled by Universal Music Group in light of a New York Times investigation that alleges he solicited “explicit communications with an underage fan”. Additionally, according to Vulture, his ex-wife Mandy Moore, singer-songwriter Phoebe Bridgers, and “several other female musicians” have accused him on sexual misconduct and abuse.
Ryan Adams sure found a way to look a mess: making Twitter “jokes” about his marriage to America’s current television sweetheart, Mandy Moore. The two were married for six-ish years before deciding to get divorced back in 2015 and things seemed to be only slightly contentious when she wanted some spousal support for her and their pets. It’s been pretty radio silent from them ever since and they seemed to be divorced just fine… until now.
It’s kinda funny how much of a quantum leap we took from the savage early aughts to the snoozy, PR-ed teens? aught-teens? What the hell do we even call this decade? Whatever. These days, breakups are filled with “always respect” and celeb friends never come out and say they fucking hate each other’s guts (hai, Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss!). But back in the roaring 00’s, there was “fire crotch”, the split of Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie, and people weren’t shy to say who they were humping on and how many V cards they had cashed in. Wilmer Valderrama once went on Howard Stern’s show in 2006 to say he took Mandy Moore’s virginity, but during an interview with Howard this week, she denied it. Continue reading
There was a lot of messy fashion at the SAG Awards last night (prepare yourself accordingly after that jump below!). But obviously any effort that was put in was immediately cancelled out the second Kate Hudson returned to the scene of last year’s fashion crime and fully outdid herself in a fluffy Valentino vision of countrified love. I say love because, duh, the hearts a’plenty, but also because I love this dress. What’s not to love? Black velvet (check), pink beauty pageant chiffon (check), a high-lace neckline with corresponding bib of ruffles (checking furiously). The only thing missing is a pink parasol. Kate probably left it in the limo for fear of being mistaken for Miley Cyrus in a knock-off production of My Fair Lady called Decent Lookin’ Gal.
Here’s who else showed up and sizzled eyeballs with style.
I think Auntie Maxine likes it! This was one red carpet that wasn’t a hot mess. Tracee Ellis Ross usually has “Best Dressed” on lock at just about any awards show she attends. However, come time for the NAACP Image Awards, she’s got some stiff competition. The attendees of this year’s awards did not come to play and Tracee’s outfit faded into the background. That’s because the red carpet was on fire!
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.