- The steely glare on Charlize Theron's face as she watched My Week with Marilyn's Michelle Williams accept her Golden Globe read like the following:
Chick, I acted with Marilyn Monroe (those J'Adore Dior ads are hella weird, no?) and you are no Marilyn!
Major Shade reporting for duty!
- Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Did Joan Rivers and the rest of the Fashion Police crew pay you to wear that monstrosity of a prom dress? And the matchy-matchy eyeshadow? What would Giles say?
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| Ew. |
Just because you're dating Zoe Saldana does not require you to tan your face to the shade of Sidney Portier. Fall back.
- The Hollywood Foreign Press recognizes Morgan Freeman with a Cecil B. Demille award and we at Vanity in Peril break out into a rousing rendition of the East Side High Alma Mater.
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| Will you be my pop-pop? |
- Meryl Streep. You've been giving award-winning performances for over thirty years now. Must we really sit through you feigning surprise at winning a Golden Globe for your portrayal of Margaret Thatcher? I mean really. Did the dingo eat your dignity? But way-cool for shouting out Pariah.
Damn Grandma. How you doin'?
- And lastly, Ricky Gervais. I know the Brits don't exactly subscribe to our whiter than white and veneered to the nine line of thinking when it comes to dental care but seriously dude... your canines look like you're auditioning to play an extra in the next Twighlight movie. Cap those bad boys.
--- Vanity in Peril
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