Sorry y'all. I find that cover of "Dreams" the equivalent of an American Eagle ad. Soulless and instagramy.

I was responding to your he/she bullshit.

Sigh.

This is why we can't have nice things.

With Tara Lipinski as his sassy assistant? There.

So many little dogs in hot pink Medusa bags with gold tassels.

I know. I take everything from the Daily Mail with a salt-lick the size of Greenland. But, still.

I got that part. After all, Madeline was kind enough to spell it out to those of you who might not have grown up gay and subjected to constant coded language. That being said, I was disappointed. I want more sequins on my flamboyant fashion designer. The Daily Mail would have you think Johnny Weir decided to bring…

This is the man they're describing as flamboyant? This self described "architectural classicist"? Jesus. Come on.

At least I appreciate that both Bob and Jillian are clearly not happy with this end result. I think they know their shit, despite being affiliated with this crap, and I don't think they'd ever condone this.

Oh, that man may be a sleazy cad, but one look at that monstrously handsome face and my pants go flying right off. No shame.

Wasn't that the take away from Shallow Hal?

Nope. I've seen way worse, and from people who booked movies and are also considered "real" actors. This feels shitty.

I watched the first two seasons of RHONY. I spend a lot of time on the UES, and one of my biggest fears is that I'm going to run into one of these harridans.

His birth name was Satchel. I prefer Ronan.

I shit you not, I messaged that out IMMEDIATELY to people i knew who had already seen the episode. None of them remembered it! I was blown away. That was far and away the moment of the episode for me. KNOTTY PINE, MOTHERFUCKER

I live two blocks from there. Literally. I have never been. Maybe now I will.

The bit with her and the theremin? Solid gold. I want an exquisitely dressed woman playing the theremin while I throw china around and scream in a rage.

That's different. Michele is a nut bag. Whenever you have doubts about it, read the GQ profile on Matthew Morrison. She is mentioned, and it is not favorably.

Between Saab and Tahari I no longer think of Ellie (and its variant spellings) as a woman's name. You win this round, Middle East.

Totally agree about their dresses being subpar compared with others, but holy shit Georgina Champman can have some designer recognition in exchange for the Faustian bargain she made that led to Harvey thrusting over her at night... I just... that poor woman...