Last month we learned that 25-year-old Nick Jonas and 35-year-old Priyanka Chopra were rumored to be dating. A few weeks ago we learned that things had gotten serious enough that Nick brought Priyanka as his plus-one to a relative’s wedding. And now, according to an entertainment magazine from Indian, they’re just weeks away from getting engaged. Sorry Pete Davidson, but it looks like you’re not the only famous 20-something to impulsively rush out and buy a ring for the lady you’ve been seeing for a minute.
I’m beginning to think Duchess Meghan and her BFF Priyanka Chopra sat around one night getting boozed up on rosé while scrolling through every gay Tumblr and piece of fan fiction to find their ideal men. We know Meghan ran off with Prince Harry, and now it appears Priyanka is canoodling with Grade-A gay-baiter Nick Jonas. Someone better keep Liam Hemsworth away from walking down the aisle with Miley Cyrus or every gay thirst blog may as well just shut down. Continue reading
True story: It was rainy and overcast in London today and just when everyone was about to sing (in their best Alanis Morissette voice), “It’s like raaaaaaaain on your wedding day,” to Meghan Markle, the clouds cleared, the sky turned blue and then sun came out when Oprah appeared!
Oprah was one of the first to show up at St. George’s Chapel for the royal wedding today, which made many brains poot out a “Que?” There’s a rumor that Oprah interviewed Meghan’s mother Doria Ragland, so some think that’s why she was invited to the wedding. But excuse you, while us regular humans may need an invitation to attend something like the royal wedding, Oprah doesn’t. Oprah just shows up and sits wherever she wants. I’d like to see one of those tricks ask Oprah if they can see her invitation. Their skin would end up embedded into the concrete after a lightning bolt from the heavens flattened them.
Oprah pretty much led the non-stop parade of stars that made it through that church today. There were so many celebrities that I thought diabolical red carpet gnome Ryan Seacrest was going to pop up with a mic to asks guests who they’re wearing, I mean, ask them awkwardly worded questions about #MeToo. Warning: Lots of celebrities went to today’s wedding so there’s lot of pictures to scroll through. So stretch your finger, put a workout belt on it, and keep a bottle of water handy for when it gets the heated sweats halfway through and needs to cool off.
The Met Gala isn’t a human and isn’t even alive, and yet, that bitch is still getting more action than me.
The theme for the Met’s costume exhibit is Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and Catholic Imagination, but the dress code for the Gala was “Sunday best.” Now, my Sunday best is a faded black Dollywood t-shirt and some Fruit of the Loom sweat shorts covered with chicharron crumbs, wine splatters and lube drops from snacking, boozing and watching porn on my couch. But I guess “Sunday best” to famous rich hos is a crown that weighs more than their head and all of the fabric found in the “Perfect For Granny’s Living Room Curtains” section at Hobby Lobby.
David Blaine continued to stretch out the definition of “magic trick” on The Tonight Show last night when he used a needle and thread to sew his lips shut as The Roots and guest Priyanka Chopra got grossed out, and Jimmy Fallon got grossed out in an over-the-top theater kid on roids kind of way. And I can hear you hating haters saying, “Why didn’t David Blaine do that trick on Jimmy’s mouth?”
I didn’t get grossed out, because David Blaine sewing up his lips means he can’t almost murder an innocent frog by deep throating it. And if David Blaine sews up his lips, it also means that if the authorities want to talk to him about the rape accusation against him, he can’t say anything since his lips are sewn up. I bet Ole’ Puddin’ Pop wishes he came up with that trick.
And I’m not impressed. I mean, if repeatedly sticking a needle in your lips makes you a magician, then Kylie Jenner is a regular Harry Fuckin’ Houdini.
When you’re a question mark’s favorite pop singer and people regularly mistake you for the wall, you have to pull some shit to make people pay attention to you. Like dress yourself up as a Miss Kitty from the future who just got jumped by a gang of silkie chickens.
Clive Davis threw his annual pre-Grammy party in NYC last night, and many of the guests decided to save their better dresses for tonight’s Grammys (although, they should really just wear pajamas with an attached pillow and duvet cover, because that shit is going to be three and a half fucking hours long). Because most of them wore boring dresses bought off the rack at Macy’s (Taryn Manning’s impact!), but not Rita Ora.
Rita Ora threw feathers, fringe, bows, rhinestone and whatever else that was on sale at Michael’s onto her body. Rita looks like she just came from auditioning for the Thandie Newton role in a no-budget unauthorized Public Access reboot of Westworld that takes place way off in the future and will eventually get shut down after HBO sues. Rita is also dressed like a look-for-less Kartrashian, which is saying a lot since the Kartrashians dress like look-for-less Kartrashians.
And here’s a million more pictures from Clive Davis’ party, including Kathie Lee Gifford (who I hope wins, via write-in vote, the Best Song Grammy tonight for He Saw Jesus) and Martha Stewart, whose dogs are probably nervous that she’s going to skin and wear their asses next.