While sitting in the front row at her mother’s fashion show, Harper Beckham took care of her own important business.
I guess the posh gene didn’t get passed down to all of the Beckham kids. Let’s not pretend this didn’t make my day.
God help us all. Shiloh Jolie-Pitt is into heavy metal now.
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Prince George wears BUCKET HATS, so stop caring about him now, please. Please. I mean it.
I hate how cute his fat little hands are.
I am shocked to discover that Harper Beckham wears jeans and Victoria can lift her.
I refuse to let shiny shorts and leg warmers become a trend. Let’s just end this idea right now. Actually, let’s ban all shorts and all leg warmers.* I am, however, jealous of Lou’s ability to eat complex carbohydrates.
*Unless you are Taylor Swift.
With help, I guess, from Dreft laundry detergent, Danielle Jonas gave birth to Alena Rose Jonas yesterday. Yes, the Jonases are apparently so hard-up for cash that they got a sponsorship for their birth, with Dreft getting exclusive rights to the first picture of Baby Alena.
I’m not sure why they didn’t just go whole-hog and name the baby Dreft Jonas.
I don’t know which ’90s personality Scott Disick thinks he is (What a necklace!), but with that sassy walk, Mason apparently thinks he is me.
Finally, a minion who carries my stuff and doesn’t complain.
Many people have asked why I have not discussed Ciara’s pregnancy. But, I mean, is there anything else to say besides that Ciara is the most beautiful pregnant person possibly ever? (Sorry, Beyoncé, but you know it’s true.)
I may be the most sophisticated seven-year-old in the world, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be excited about a sparkly dress.
I’m not really sure what could possibly irritate a person wearing a sweatshirt tied around their waist. Like, you’ve already given up, Apple Martin. It’s okay that the valet lost your car or whatever.