Martha Stewart recently vowed to give us more of her often-imitated, never duplicated thirst traps, and Martha Stewart must have also promised Martha Stewart that when thirst calls, she’s going to answer–with a margarita! The fact that she was right in the middle of participating in a filmed public Q&A panel wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying a margarita right then and there, and perplexingly, straight from a glass measuring cup. The TikTok of her partaking in this pomegranate “Martha-rita” has racked up over 2.4 million views.
When it comes to classy morning drinking, you usually get two options: Bloody Mary or mimosa. And since the former recounts childhood nostalgia of a random woman appearing in your mirror to murder you after you’ve said her name ten times, I defer to the mimosa. However, sometimes people use too much orange juice, which does little justice to the cocktail. So OJ OG’s Tropicana has come up with a PR gimmick, I mean, a solution for those who don’t like their mimosas ruined by orange juice overload. They are hawking a bottle of orange juice adorned with a spray top so you can add as much, or as little, as you want for the perfect boozy brunch-time beverage.
Real Housewives of New York star Sonja Morgan is many things: former Hot Slut of the Day, socialite, philanthropist, entrepreneur, international lifestyle brand, homeowner, toaster oven peddler, historian, intern-mentor, “caburlesque” performer, and, of course, the straw that stirs the drink. Now you can add “magician” to Ms. Morgan’s list of descriptors, cuz last night on RHONY Sonja achieved the impossible. She downed a glass of red wine through her face mask without spilling a drop. I’m extremely confused about how this worked, because this was a sparkly fabric mask without any obvious holes in it. I guess Sonja sucked so hard and fast (heh) that the liquid didn’t get a chance to pool or spill? I’m not sure. We actually need a scientist to explain the physics of it all. Continue reading
Look, now is no time to be dieting. Eat all the carbs, process all the fats and tell fiber to go fuck itself. Because last time I checked (3 seconds ago, must stay vigilant) panic eating and turning yourself into a lardbucket (or, in my case, maintaining my lardbucket elite status) was still allowed, even in #theseuncertaintimes. If you’re drinking regular coffee like some 1930s depression era hobo, stop. Hostess has an alternative.