Uma Thurman has named her child — pause for breath — Rosalind Arusha Arkadina Altalune Florence Thurman-Busson.
Good lord, that’s unnecessary.
Uma is clearly trying to compensate for her baby’s lack of personality with this ridiculous name. I don’t even have a middle name — Suri says it all.
Matching outfits is the number-two reason I’m glad I don’t have a twin. (Number one, of course, is sharing attention.) Let’s be honest — a knit capelet requires a certain amount of sassy attitude that Emme Lo-Anthony has just never had.
Also, is Jennifer Lopez wearing a leopard-print housecoat outside? I knew she was getting desperate, but I had no idea just how much.
Christina Aguilera makes Halloween scary without even trying.
Do not confuse my amused expression with one of endearment. I just love seeing working-class children in their natural habitat (the street). Distressed jeans, distressed hair, an iPhone 4???
I feel like Margaret Mead at this proletariat school.
I really didn’t think anything could be worse than cut-off denim overalls, but then Willow Smith accessorized them with a dog she dyed pink. Not only is this unnecessary and inhumane — it doesn’t even match!
I feel so sorry for every pet this family has ever had, and every person Willow Smith has ever known. And that includes myself.
Yawn — another photo of Kingston Rossdale in an elaborate Halloween costume. (Last month, he was a cowboy. Flip-flopper.)
And another photo of Zuma Rossdale as the most boring, conspicuous Batman ever.
Brad Pitt shilling for Chanel No. 5 is like … Honey Boo Boo becoming the face of Hermès.
If Chanel really wanted Brad Pitt, they should’ve changed their classic scent to include a heavy smell of burlap bag with beef jerky afternotes.
Code Red: Amy Poehler’s ginger child in a fireman jacket.
Politics aside, this messy bun on Liza Ryan was the biggest disaster of the debate. And that dress didn’t fit. And she wore a cardigan on national television. And she didn’t accessorize.
I’m glad my father never had political ambitions — he’d be just terrible — but if he had, I would’ve at least known how to dress the part.
Just some bag lady riding the New York City peasant express.
Definitely not anyone I’m related to.