I admit that my reaction to this outfit on Kate Hudson is irrational – it’s not just that I don’t like it, I despise it, to the point where I might actually be personally offended by it. And it’s not the wearer or even the individual pieces, but all them together. And mostly that it’s finished off with this thoroughly annoying coat that is screaming… let me be your real life Daisy Jones. I hate it and I can’t explain it. (Go Fug Yourself)
I also have to admit that I watched the first ten minutes of Dave Chappelle’s new Netflix special until I got to a joke that made me so f-cking embarrassed for him and for myself, I turned it off and won’t be going back. The reason I was embarrassed for myself is because I actually hit play – even though his last special was already so disappointing. So why? Why, when it was already obvious that his comedy wasn’t growing, did I still think to myself… oh, I should check this out? Perhaps it’s the power of mythology, of hype, of celebrity itself: everyone points to his as being the best of a generation, and I bought into it. But that kind of influence does eventually lose its hold when the artist can’t back it up. Which is what’s happening now. He could only hold me for ten minutes, and it’s probably the last ten minutes I’ll ever give him of my time.(Pajiba)
I’m sorry, say what now? Howwwwww are all these songs 20 years old? Have I really been screaming at the top of my lungs or sprinting like my life depends on it on the treadmill to the lyrics “I’ve got a soul, but not I’m a soldier” for two decades?! (The Mary Sue)
Have you taken down your holiday decorations yet? Our tree is still up and the lights are still wrapped around the banister and we’re so busy during the week so Jacek was supposed to get to it this weekend but we went to a movie on Saturday and out for a hike on Sunday. And then it was the Globes. Are you trying to tell me that spending the weekend putting sh-t away would have been better than a movie and a hike?! Whatever. They’ll come down next weekend but not the outdoor lights. The outdoor lights stay up until at least Lunar New Year! (Cele|bitchy)
We are about to enter a new era of Ariana Grande. Already I like the styling. (Teen Vogue)
