“The Pop Wars promised us fireworks and delivered mere fizzle. Miley invited us to a raging party, but when we got there, it was more of a friendly stoner kickback. We assumed there would be glittery petits fours on Katy’s dessert table, but she served us a dry kale salad that self-righteously skimped on the dressing. Britney said we were going to the hottest club in town, but the music sounded dated, there was a strange and pervasive aroma, and worst of all, the dance floor was totally dead. Lady Gaga assured us she’d make up for all that with a hedonistic all-night rave in an unmarked warehouse, but she didn’t warn us we’d also have to sit and watch her do performance art. Well, actually, she did warn us, but we thought she was kidding!”
— Molly / Miley Lambert for Grantland
3:22 pm • 17 December 2013 • 1 note
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, a different kind of #shopping
12:35 pm • 16 December 2013 • 1 note
Beyonce has taken over my Facebook newsfeed
9:16 am • 13 December 2013 • 2 notes
I love Chicago rapper Tink and got to write about her for The Fader's new print issue.
9:14 am • 10 December 2013 • 1 note
let’s end the embargo, brah.
9:02 am • 10 December 2013