Continuing with awards season was the Grammys last night....nothing special happened last night except for that Adele shamelessly told everyone she had snot coming down her nose while accepting Album of the Year. That's not embarrassing at all. But let's get real, she can do whatever she wants, eat whatever she wants and say whatever she wants because she swept the Grammys this year.
Instead of solely recapping the Grammys red carpet wear (which was mostly hideous by the way; Julianne Hough was my best dressed), I will instead award superlatives to the three gals who deserve it most.
1) NICKI MINAJ IS PROBABLY DESTINED FOR HELL.
First she stumbles on the red carpet in a cape-like getup with a bishop as her plus one. ...huh? And then she performs 3 hours later and it all makes sense.........uhhh but does it?
I just feel psychologically violated.
I don't really know what else to say....except for this battle between Nicki and GaGa on who can put together the most annoying musical performance is really getting out of hand and it's starting to dictate where they'll be spending their time in the afterlife.
Pack a bikini ladies, 'cause it's real hot where you're headed. Maybe a leather one...you know, because leather isn't flammable.
2) RIHANNA WAS A VISION. THIS LITERALLY NEVER HAPPENS.
Rihanna in Giorgio Armani...blonde hair...neutral make-up...plunging v-neck...
I love it all.
This is all foreign territory, incorporating "Rihanna" and "love" together in a sentence when referring to her stylistically.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves here...I am sure she will immediately disappoint at her next public appearance.
I honestly have nothing fun to say about her.
Maybe she should go back to red hair and ugly clothes so I can have more exploitable blog material...
3) KATY PERRY IS GRIEVING IN INAPPROPRIATE WAYS.
Okay, KP, we'll cut you some slack since you're going through a potentially difficult time in your life...although we'd really like to think that divorcing Russel Brand is the next best thing to never having to ever meet Russel Brand in the first place.
Don't know what compelled you to go back two decades backstage...where do you even find a krimper these days
And grieving through personifying fictional Dr. Seuss characters is very strange and is a testament to how weird your childhood was. It's okay, we won't blame you for that one...you can't control the fact that your parents were LSD-heads-turned-into-missionaries-and-forbid-you-to-watch-Dirty-Dancing. (<--- that is true, watch her E! True Hollywood Story).
Aaaaand to top off this Grammys post, let's take a look at some memorable Grammy styles from the past:
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