I am basically incapable of thinking of anyone but the following: J.Lo, Kate Hudson, Heidi Klum, Selena Gomez, Lady Gaga, and a small handful of models who should have other options. So this is going to get repetitive if I play the guessing game. Let's just talk instead. I'll start: I love my bathrobe.
No, really. I stayed at the Chicago Waldorf for my mom's 70th birthday shindig, and ordered the same one they have in the hotel room because it was comfy and soft but not heavy. It's by Boca Terry. It's too big for me, which is strangely exactly how I like it.
I'm watching the Parks & Rec finale as I type this, and the restaurant where they film JJ's, the waffle place in Pawnee, is right next to my grocery store. I have never gone inside for waffles.
I have really, really bad taste in beer.
In his spare time as Hogwarts' Herbology master, Neville Longbottom sometimes creates spells that make lady parts look like they're being caressed by plants.
"Wait," thought Donatella. "I should make ONE dress that could MAYBE be for normal people, right?"
Remember Mischa Barton?
And remember Undeclared? I think my favorite incarnation of Judd Apatow was TV Producer Judd Apatow.
Y'all, I was totally charmed by Galavant and I'm going to be sad about never seeing it again because ratings were bad and its too expensive.
Joan Smalls looks like an extremely beautiful insect in this.
There is NO REASON why they need two Candy Crush games and yet I'm totally playing both of them.
Do you think Donatella hires models based on their waxing habits?
I can't wait to wear this.
Croissants are delicious. I don't NEED anyone to turn them into donuts.
Where IS Lady Gaga anyway?
Do I need a juicer? Important caveat: I generally do not like juice.
The Parenthood finale is on Thursday, and while that show and I have had a few arguments over the years, I am pretty much guaranteed to cry. And cry ugly.
So this dress is trying to tell me to grab a ball-peen hammer and start tunneling inside the circle?
And this is a list of Prince's rejected symbol names.
And this is the version of the shopping list that he forgot he had already started.
Hey, remember back when clothes were a real thing?
This is sheer from the mid-to-upper-thigh down, and it's a breath of fresh air comparatively.
This looks like someone put her chest in the microwave.
Will this turn up at Cannes, and will it be lined? IMPORTANT QUESTIONS OF OUR TIME.
When we turned off Parks and Rec, the TV was on Die Hard and this is the first time I've ever seen any of it.
"What?" my husband just said. "But I thought your love of Reginald VelJohnson came from this!"
"No, that was from Family Matters," I said, refusing to be ashamed.
"God, normal people are boring, I'm just not even going to try," sniffed Donatella.
I am EXTREMELY intrigued as to what is happening with her right boob, so that I can only see one nipple. Did one of her chicken cutlets fall out, and the other is on its way? Or... these are confusing times.
Someday, I will probably drink to forget this.
I just heard that in Die Hard, a security guard is listening to the radio, and it's a football game in which ND is beating USC. Suddenly this is my favorite movie of all time. I HOPE WE WIN. ... Ugh, it's only 7-0 Notre Dame. We are totally going to roll over and die. EVEN IN FICTION I CAN'T BE OPTIMISTIC. (Also, this came out in July 1988, and we didn't play USC in the 1987 season, so let's just assume we DID win by AT LEAST 55 points YOU SUCKERS.)
Donatella Versace leaves no crevice unexplored.