The contract was up.

he wanted to marry her but she couldn’t commit and wore the ring around her neck and also she cheated on him with chris noth and he could never trust her again.

I bet Bristol wants Atlee to be a successful atleete.

Testino, who clearly understands Jenner better than I do, suggested that her photo shoots may be less “sexual” because others regard her as a high-fashion model.

“I love going, like, sexual,”

Miley: Hip hop is degrading and terrible to women.

Yeah, let’s be real here. Anna Wintour is part of the reason the Kardashian-Jenner-Hadid types are taken seriously as fashion people in the first place.

This is literally me, thinking about the fact that in 2017, a party at the Met gains a boost in relevance by having a Kardashian be a headline invitee.

To be fair, Cortney Love’s natural habitat is a smoke filled public restroom.

Trash gonna trash, doesn’t matter how much money they have.

I saw those photos and was genuinely like...you get hand picked by designers to go to one of the fucking fanciest parties in the country and you go and snap selfies and smoke in the bathroom like you are at a fucking rave. What is that?

So I obviously don’t know how the first season ends, but this is kind of my worst nightmare. If it ends the way the book does there is no way there could or should be a second season, if not does that mean the ending just leaves us hanging?

I had really hoped that this would just be a stand alone miniseries as that…

I LOVE HER

It’s a miserable experience of posing and pretending to listen to your companions and never unclenching all night. People call it the Superbowl of fashion, and in the sense that the Superbowl is also tacky spectacle with the world’s finest commercials, it is. I mean it’s not the shitshow that Anna’s Fashion’s Night…

It seems to be that the older Anna Wintour gets, the more her bob is crowding out her face. It is, admittedly, preferable to getting wonky plastic surgery, but I feel like by the time she’s 75 she’s going to start looking like Sia.

Are you kidding me? That was the ONLY good thing that happened in 2016. I feasted on the delicious schadenfreude for weeks. Whenever I’m sad, I think on Tom wearing the I heart T.S. wifebeater and I feel my soul bloom, my skin clear up and my heart grow three sizes.

Now is the Wintour of our discontent.

Please know that if I say “duh” to you, it’s not intended to make you feel bad ... but DUH. HUNDREDS of mental health professionals have recently come forward to say that this man is a danger to society and unfit for office. The trailing off and nonsensical speech patterns are indicative of unchecked mental illness.

That’s really starting to piss me off. Trump is falling deeper and deeper down his own rabbit (ass)hole - “I miss my old life. I didn’t think it would be this hard” - but they (“they” being his cultists and colleagues) refuse to acknowledge any of it by trying to force a scandal with Obama...again.

My Dad described yesterday’s affair perfectly; “one increasingly presidential looking lady surrounded by a circus of sweaty assholes”.