My love of the LMN genre is well documented on this site. There’s nothing like turning your brain down to 1 and watching a parade of marginally pretty people do really dumb things, or formerly famous actors tackle lurid true crime tales while you lump around on the couch. It’s easy. It’s comforting. It goes well with a glass of white wine and some Twizzlers. Read More Netflix 5: Lifetime Movies for Your Lazy Saturday
What did you read this week? Here’s what got us talking.
Happy Friday, ladyblogland! This week we’ll talk about two new campaigns to bring feminism to the masses, a truly absurd amount of terribleness, and a math lesson from John Oliver. (As usual, trigger warnings for just about everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny Isn’t a Grave Threat to Fraternities
Last night, the world crowned the all-starriest designer to ever Project Runway All Stars. Well, except for the last all-starriest designer. Or the one before that. But it was still very exciting.
It has been weeks, Persephoneers, weeks since I mocked anyone from the teevee. Well, mocked them on the Internet. About sewing. Did you don neoprene or put some half-ass cutouts in a tee shirt because you missed Project Runway All Stars? Personally, I’m wearing Mondo as a cape right now. Read More New Show Recap: Project Runway All Stars, 3.09, “Milly, but Hopefully Not Vanilli”
On this week’s episode of Project Runway All Stars, the designers were whisked away to an exotic locale to design! They flew to Pennsylvania to see the studios of QVC. (For the purposes of this post, you should lower your expectations of the word “exotic.”)
I hope you had a happy turkey day, Persephoneers! Did you miss Project Runway All Stars? Did you swaddle yourself in an old bed sheet, some coffee grounds, shoes from the QVC (TM) Accessory (TM) Wall (TM), and a sense of unearned entitlement to remind you of the good old episodes? I know I did. FYI, coffee grounds are definitely an above the waist fashion accessory.
Sigh. Tacky Jeffrey is still with us on Project Runway All Stars, kittens. I look forward to this week’s tasteless offering from him, as well as his bullshit explanation of why we should all take his wretched artistic expressions seriously. Jeez — it’s like junior college art class all over again, except the stank of patchouli isn’t burning my nostrils.