The woman you’re looking at on the Vogue Italia cover above is Gigi Hadid and not an artist’s rendering of an overtanned Donatella Versace. The only indicator that it’s Gigi are those vacant eyes. Everything else looks like a whole other person of a totally different race, and the internet has something to say about it.
Just try to ignore that tragic poster, which looks like a no-budget travel ad done by an intern on MS Paint using the cheapest clip art they could find (see: that random peacock and Liberace’s anal beads aka those rhinestone disco balls).
When I was laid up in my bed with a jacked-up retina for weeks, my ears swallowed up many audio books including the entire Crazy Rich Asians series. I swallowed those books up like they were an 8″ peen, because as someone who thinks Jackie Collins is the greatest thing to happen to words, the Crazy Rich Asians series has everything I want: opulence, intrigue, glamour, bitchery, and a plot easy enough for my simple brain to follow. So I’ve been waiting and waiting for a trailer for the film version, which is Hollywood’s first all-Asian cast movie since The Joy Luck Club. A teaser trailer was released a few days ago, and it got me nervous, thinking that those cheap bitches in Hollywood turned it into On-A-Budget Asians by making it look like a Lifetime movie. But the full trailer is out and it is ˈä-pyə-lənt. Well, most of it is anyway.
With the likes of Kaia Gerber and Lily Rose-Depp coming for their “it” nepotism models of the fashion world crown, Bella and Gigi Hadid have to pull out some shit to stay on top. So they pulled off their chonies, decided their coochies needed to have a kiki and brought some high fashion “incest is best” shit to British Vogue. The Kartrashian-Jenners are probably going to try to top this. The silica gel packets they call their brains are probably melting from them trying to figure out the logistics of how 5 sisters can do a naked 69 pose. Thanks a lot, Bella and Gigi!
Pimp Mama Kris isn’t just only a world-renowned pimp, she’s also a fame whore herself and isn’t afraid to shamelessly sell shitty products (I mean that in more ways than one) for a quick check. Like many fame whores (including ones she’s related to) before her, PMK pimped out the fairy tale in a grey packet called Flat Tummy Tea on Instagram yesterday.
We are all that disgusted memaw and pepaw, because how would we be able to continue to shop at a grocery store where Goopy Paltrow’s freshly colonic’d ass probably leaked goop all over the checkout conveyor belt? But then again, I doubt Goopy would dare put her 22-year-old stripper ass on a conveyor belt covered with preservatives-filled peasant germs! So either Goopy was Photoshopped into that Greenpoint grocery store, or that counter was brand new and was ripped out after the shoot because she didn’t want her regal essence anywhere near that dreadful emporium of inedible commoner foods!
During an interview with Samantha Bee for Harper’s Bazaar, Goopy said that the Goopy Paltrow of today is much less of an asshole than the Goopy Paltrow of 17 years ago. Yes, Goopy used to be worse, but Bruce Paltrow saved us all.
Paper Magazine and Kim Kartrashian covered our eyeballs with a thick greasy skid mark about a year and a half ago, and around 5 months ago, Kylie Jenner got her own terrifying cover, which made all of us reach for our rosaries. It was time for another member of that koven of fame whores (or in this case, a soon-to-be member) to take the cover. Surprisingly, Pimp Mama Kris didn’t try to outdo her hos by posing naked, greased-up and spread-eagled on the cover of September’s Paper. (That will probably be on the cover of Paper’s annual Unholy Issue in December.) Blac Chyna did the cover instead.