Last night’s People’s Choice Awards opened with a musical number from host Jane Lynch, who cracked jokes about not singing on Glee and how we all collectively watched a video of a rat drag a pizza down a flight of stairs +9 million times…
I had planned to report on all of the red-carpet fashions, but literally everyone showed up in black – with the exception of Christina Milian, who wore purple. I’m not buying what she’s selling. I get it, the PCAs are like the pregame to the Globes, which are the pregame to the Oscars and so on and so forth, but like, could we have at least attempted to somehow push the fashion envelope a bit more than I do when I’m trying to look “beachy but still trendy” in a South Jersey trash town? Lazy.
Gals were coming in HOT and bringing the sex – and skin.
I’ve been binge watching “Game of Thrones” all week (#TeamTyrell) and have a serious girl crush on Natalie Dormer, so I was happy to see her presenting an award to Lady Gaga’s fiance. We both belong to the crooked smile club – anyone else?
When did Shawn Mendes lose the braces and acne (stud alert!) and when did show runners decide Franke J. Grande was the new Taylor Swift? I saw enough of him on Big Brother, so no need to seat him front row for every awards show.
Dakota Johnson dodged a wardrobe malfunction and handled it by reminding us that we’ve all seen her boobs, Ellen compared Instagram to the Bible (accurate), and I think Sharon Osbourne kicked someone off stage that wasn’t Kanye, so all in all, it was a pretty decent evening.
See you at the Globes!
