And then there's this shit. Brought to you by Vogue, The Makers of Blake Lively™

I feel the same way about Rita Ora (singer? actress? dental contraption?) that I am supposed to care about and that I see pictures of everywhere.

I had forgotten about the Chris Martin scandal. Let's rehash!

"What is a Palestine?" - Rihanna

Insert: Nancy side-eye at Kinja.

I feel like if she could speak in this picture it would be in the voice of Maya Rudolph impersonating Donatella Versace.

Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the North!

Can you imagine? I'm cringing at the thought of my nudity under stadium lighting. Only the soft glow of dusk (a.k.a - the holy light of Yeezus) will flatter this cellulite-ridden ass.

And how are you supposed to take a nude selfie under stadium lighting?

Yeah, the whole "Karen as Muse" thing was so unbelievable. Also, this reminds me I need more Megan Hilty in my life.

And they always wear pink on Fridays.

Definitely both hotties! Mainly half-brother (Sebastian?) for me because he saved her dog, but I can get down with a threesome here. But only if the ladies in waiting get to watch! Speaking of which, I'm partial to the hippie/Navajo princess one that got it on with the king.

I'd like her better if she made ghoulish ghost noises. "Don't drink the wine!!! WhoooooOOOOOooooooo!"

It was like Mary Queen of Scots as imagined by a Delia's catalogue. And I loved every freaking minute of it. Also, I'm going to go ahead and side with "Team Hottie Half-Brother With the Beautiful Eyes of Blue™ "

And because Tyler is a big fat dum dumb. There's a whole lotta empty space and crickets chirping behind those dreamy eyes.

Let's just say "European" instead.

The show lost its thrill for me when they got rid of hot-ass Klaus. I was into the whole Klaroline will they/won't they plotline.

I recently went to Paris, where I saw tons of MAN BUNS and now I am totally into MAN BUNS, but only on sexy French men.

(begins furiously typing random words that will hopefully turn into an award winning novel)

I prefer my ghost men like I prefer my living men: Possessing the body of Whoopi Goldberg.