In case you didn’t know already, I am Taylor Swift’s best friend.
Of our legendary friendship, she told reporters, “We had a girls’ day. I went over and hung out with Katie and her daughter Suri. We had our nails done, ate sushi and talked about what our lives are like and everything else that girlfriends talk about.”
If there isn’t a song about me on that new album, though, friendship over.
Harper Beckham laughing and calling “Brooklyn” in her tiny British accent is the highlight of Tuesday.
Even the Affleck children can appreciate the joy of pointing and laughing at your lame parents.
Christina Aguilera gave birth over the weekend to a baby girl named Summer Rain. It’s not the worst name I’ve ever heard, but it’s not great, either. At least Summer is a real name, and not a random color or a piece of fruit or an intercardinal direction.
(Yeah, I’m still not over the fact that they named that child North West.)
Let’s just be honest about something. Many of North West’s human choices in life — when to make her modeling debut, whether or not to associate with known creep Karl Lagerfeld, when to put actual holes in her actual body — have been taken away by Kim Kardashian to make money and be famous.
Watching North West grow up is giving me new appreciation for Katie Holmes, and that’s not something I’m comfortable with.
Back to school, minions. Thank you for getting the flower headband memo. New memo: flower headbands are over.
Sometimes a girl just has to stare at herself in the mirror and appreciate her genetics. I understand it, Harper Harris. I do. (I just have more to appreciate, and better hair.)
Meryl Streep and Louisa Gummer attend ‘The Giver’ premiere at Ziegfeld Theater on August 11, 2014 in New York City.
There’s a whole other Streep daughter I didn’t know existed, and of course she’s super-pretty. I wish I could be part of this family — fashion sense, lots of sisters, actual talent.
I don’t know which I miss more: flying private or those days when the Knowles-Zs were happy together.
No, I do know. I miss flying private more.
Although reviews for Mariah Carey’s soft drink are mixed/terrible/avoid forever, that’s not stopping her from feeding it to her toddlers in wine glasses. It’s not like baby teeth matter anyway.