Reba McEntire, who is forever Trish in my mind, celebrated Grand Ole Opry’s 100th anniversary

The Grand Ole Opry’s 100th anniversary was celebrated yesterday in Nashville, which I bring up mainly because I saw photos of Reba McEntire and said Trish! out loud.

Reba has had a long, illustrious career in music and entertainment, but she is now and forever Trish in my mind.

Trish is a real one. Trish loves holidays. Trish at Christmas? Forget it. She gets everyone a gift.

Reba (Trish) was joined at the Opry 100 celebration by Carrie Underwood and her husband Mike Fisher, apparently this was their first red carpet together in two years. Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton were also there, this was their first red carpet in, I don’t know, two minutes. Finally, country power couple Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood performed a tribute to Tammy Wynette and George Jones, but no one liked Garth’s performance. He needed a little of Trish’s never ending positive energy.

What else happened today…

With The Wedding Banquet coming soon, Kelly Marie Tran is going outside. I really hope she is surrounded by support and love through the next phase of her career. I’m still mad at Star Wars nerds for how they treated her. If you don’t like the character, blame the writer, not the actor. They’re just doing what’s on the page. (Robert Pattinson’s and Kristen Stewart’s time in Twilight versus their careers after ought to be proof enough what bad writing can do to good actors.) (Go Fug Yourself)

Was not before but now am genuinely worried Prince Harry is going to get deported. That’ll be a fun international incident to deal with, among all the other international incidents. (Celebitchy)

John Mulaney’s Everybody’s Live, a live weekly Netflix talk show, is so weird, it’s too weird to last, I fear. I love it, but it aims at a very specific sense of humor. Let’s see how long Netflix lets this go on. (Pajiba)

The story of Valnet and its founder, Hassan Youssef, and how Valnet has turned sites like Collider, Screen Rant, and Comic Book Resource, among others, into clickbait junkshops. Mostly by preying on young/inexperienced writers just trying to get a foot in the door. It’s a tale as old as ~~time~~ the internet. Contrast this to a recent feature in The Yale Review by former Vanity Fair writer Bryan Burrough, who was at one time making almost $500,000 a year to produce three stories for the magazine. That’s over $950,000 in today’s money. We were truly born in the wrong decade, y’all. (The Yale Review)