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Rachel Zoe Joins RHOBH and Andy Cohen Is Screaming, Crying, Throwing Couture!!!

Rachel Zoe is BACK and she’s diving headfirst into the diamond-studded drama pit known as The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills! And guess who’s foaming at the mouth with excitement? Daddy Bravo himself: Andy Cohen.

On his bougie radio show (SiriusXM’s Andy Cohen Live, which we imagine smells like fresh gossip and Hermès), Andy basically levitated off his chair talking about Rachel’s big return to reality TV. And no, this isn’t a dream you had after eating too much edible glitter. This. Is. Real.

“It’s so wild. She fits. Like, really fits. Like the last puzzle piece in a Birkin bag,” Andy shrieked (not a direct quote but spiritually accurate).

Apparently, Rachel Zoe already knows half the cast. Like, intimately. She’s besties with Kathy Hilton, vibes with Kyle Richards, recently podcasted with Bozoma “Boz” Saint John (boss babe alert), and casually brunches with Jennifer Tilly?! If RHOBH was a sorority, Rachel is the legacy pledge who already knows all the chants and where the good tequila is hidden.

And let’s talk about the spicy drama: Rachel and her longtime man Rodg? Split. Donezo. Kaput. Andy says he was “rocked” by it, like someone told him Watch What Happens Live was canceled (it’s not, don’t panic). But Rachel? She’s not just surviving—she’s THRIVING. She’s single, she’s dating, she’s glowing, and she’s ready to throw shade in 7-inch stilettos.

“She’s at a real transitional moment in her life,” Andy whispered, like he was narrating a spiritual awakening sponsored by Balenciaga.

So what can we expect? DRAMA. FASHION. Possibly a breakdown in a G-wagon. Maybe even a wine throw in slow motion. And, according to Andy, a whole new Rachel: “The Rachel that we love, but like, rebooted. Like iOS 17 but with better hair.”

Get ready for Rachel Zoe: unfiltered, unhinged, and unbelievably fabulous.

#ZoeGoesFullHousewife
#RHOBHDeluluSeason
#AndyCohenIsLiterallyScreaming

KATE MIDDLETON ENTERS HER BOSS ERA IN POWER PANTSUIT, TOUCHES RANDOM STUFF IN A FANCY STORAGE CLOSET FULL OF VIBES

Okay besties, stop scrolling because Princess Kate just pulled a major “cool aunt on a vision board tour” moment and we’re absolutely LIVING. 👑✨

On Tuesday (aka Slayday), our royal fit queen Kate Middleton popped out in London to visit the V&A East Storehouse, aka the museum that said “What if storage, but make it aesthetic?” And yes, she did it all while rocking a navy blue pantsuit that whispered, “I schedule meetings, but I also gossip in the hallway.” Oh, and the black heels? Giving “boardroom Barbie who moonlights as a fashion archivist.”

So what is this storehouse thing? Imagine a museum where you can actually TOUCH the art and not get tackled by security. Revolutionary. Groundbreaking. Literally a Pinterest board for people who stan velvet drapes and 400-year-old wallpaper samples.

Kate apparently loves a good wallpaper moment. Like, while we’re over here picking peel-and-stick florals from Target, she’s ogling ancient textiles like they’re the final rose on The Bachelor: Heritage Edition. Museum director Tristram Hunt (who sounds like a man who drinks tea with pinky up) said Kate was vibing HARD with the materials. “She’s got both great passion and interest in material culture,” he said, which is posh for “she’s obsessed with old fabrics and it’s kinda hot.”

Also, sidenote, the Princess recently dropped a video update about family life and her health journey—proving once again she can serve both LEWKS and vulnerability like it’s tea at Buckingham.

Long story short: Kate came. Kate slayed. Kate sniffed a centuries-old curtain and probably called it “exquisite.” 😭💅

#KateTheGreat #PantsuitPower #TouchingMuseumStuffIsMyLoveLanguage

KATE MIDDLETON ENTERS HER BOSS ERA IN POWER PANTSUIT, TOUCHES RANDOM STUFF IN A FANCY STORAGE CLOSET FULL OF VIBES
KATE MIDDLETON ENTERS HER BOSS ERA IN POWER PANTSUIT, TOUCHES RANDOM STUFF IN A FANCY STORAGE CLOSET FULL OF VIBES
KATE MIDDLETON ENTERS HER BOSS ERA IN POWER PANTSUIT, TOUCHES RANDOM STUFF IN A FANCY STORAGE CLOSET FULL OF VIBES

🚨SABRINA CARPENTER JUST DROPPED HER ALBUM ANNOUNCEMENT AND WE’RE FOAMING AT THE MOUTH 🐶💿

BREAKING: Sabrina “Pop Princess With a PhD in Pet Names” Carpenter has officially announced her 7th (yes SEVENTH like wow girl do you sleep??) studio album titled “Man’s Best Friend” and honestly, we are barking, howling, and probably peeing on the carpet from excitement.

The lead single “Manchild” just came out and it already has every ex-boyfriend in hiding and every fangirl building a shrine out of glitter glue and broken Barbie shoes.

📅 Mark your calendars and sacrifice a hair tie to the pop gods: the album drops August 29, 2025.
Which means we have approximately [insert dramatic gasp] 79 days to emotionally prepare, shave our legs (maybe), and preorder this iconic mess of music magic.

She posted on Instagram all cute and coy like:

“i can’t wait for it to be yours x”

Translation: You’re not ready. Your ancestors aren’t ready. No one is ready. Prepare for emotional damage… but make it ✨aesthetic✨.

If you’re still recovering from her last album “Short n’ Sweet” (which came out last August and was basically a sonic slap in the face—IN THE BEST WAY), well too bad because she’s back and she brought backup vocals.

Also, she’s going on tour! So now’s your chance to scream “MOTHER!!!” from the back row while wearing a tiara and sobbing into a tote bag.

👉 Go preorder “Man’s Best Friend” RIGHT NOW unless you hate joy, glitter, and serotonin.

#SabrinaCarpenter #MansBestFriendAlbum #SheOwnsMyThroatAndMyWallet 🐾🎤💅

🚨 Harvey Weinstein Gets Slammed (Again) in Courtroom Soap Opera: Guilty! Not Guilty! Cliffhanger Ending! 🚨

The Harvey Weinstein courtroom reboot just dropped a plot twist messier than your ex’s Instagram story.

The 73-year-old former King of Creepy has officially been found guilty (again!)—this time of committing a criminal sexual act in a retrial that felt like the worst sequel no one asked for. Yes, he’s still out here collecting convictions like Pokémon cards.

👩‍⚖️ According to the latest tea spilled in NYC court, the jury said “YEP!” to Weinstein assaulting Miriam Haley (same queen who testified back in 2020), but said “nah, we’re good” on the charges involving Kaja Sokola. And for Jessica Mann? The jury pulled a “can’t relate” and gave us a full-on reality TV cliffhanger. They’ll be back for more drama on Thursday like it’s the season finale of Law & Order: SVU: Maximum Menace Edition.

And of course, Harvey had thoughts™. In court, he tried to guilt-trip the judge like a washed-up villain in a bad soap opera. He whined, “This is my LIFE!” and dramatically accused the court of endangering him. Babe, the only thing you’re in danger of is missing lunch at Rikers.

Let’s not forget, his 2020 convictions were overturned in April 2024, which is honestly insane considering he was already sentenced to 23 years. Like, who is ghostwriting his appeals—Olivia Pope?? That trial also included Miriam and Jessica’s stories, which they both repeated in this go-round like they’re stuck in a horror movie franchise that just. won’t. end.

Oh, and Kaja? She came through with receipts for the first time. She told the court that Weinstein assaulted her in 2002 when she was 16, and again in 2006 at a hotel. Spoiler alert: she was previously referred to as “Complaining Witness No. 3,” which sounds like a tragic character from Squid Game: Sexual Assault Court Edition.

BUT WAIT! He’s not just dealing with this mess. King Creep is already locked up in California serving 16 more years for a 2022 rape conviction. So like, Harvey’s not going anywhere. Except deeper into prison. Possibly with a Netflix docuseries in 3… 2… 1…

TL;DR: Weinstein’s still trash, the justice system is slow but occasionally delivers, and the courtroom saga continues. This ain’t over—but our patience sure is.

#GuiltyAgain #HarveyWeinstein #JailhouseBlues #RotInPrisonKing

🚨ZOE SALDANA SAYS HER OSCAR IS TRANS?! THE STATUE USES THEY/THEM PRONOUNS NOW??🚨

Hollywood is officially in its queer era and Zoe Saldana just made sure her Oscar statue is leading the parade in a sequined crop top and Doc Martens. 🏳️‍⚧️✨

The 46-year-old galaxy-hopping goddess (yes, that’s Neytiri from Avatar, Gamora from Guardians, and now, apparently, the woke fairy godmother of the Academy) just casually dropped the bomb that her Oscar statue isn’t just sitting on a dusty old shelf collecting ego dust. Nope. It’s out here living its most authentic, gender-expansive truth.

Zoe told IconicHipster.com that her Oscar is “trans” and uses they/them pronouns in her house. ICONIC BEHAVIOR. “We have it in my office,” she said. “And my Oscar is gender fluid.”

Like… imagine being a golden statue and waking up one day to find out you’re now a queer legend thanks to your new mom, Zoe Saldana. The Oscar said 🏳️‍⚧️ “I’m not just a trophy—I’m a movement, sweetie.”

This all went down after her win for Emilia Pérez, where Zoe plays a fierce, ride-or-die bestie who helps the main character (played by Karla Sofía Gascón) get gender-affirming surgery. So yes—this is art imitating life imitating a very fabulous gold figurine.

Also, if you haven’t watched Emilia Pérez on Netflix yet… what are you doing?? It’s giving telenovela meets justice meets sparklecore.

Anyway, please rise for Mx. Oscar, they/them, slayer of binary norms, destroyer of dusty statuette traditions, and possibly the only Oscar in Hollywood who’s not problematic.

#NonBinaryOscar #ZoeDidThat #GoldenQueerRoyalty 👑🏆🪩

Dakota Johnson Just Got a Puppy and It’s Basically the Ultimate Clapback After the Chris Martin Breakup Drama

Dakota Johnson just pulled off the ultimate power move: she adopted a brand-new pupper named Tokyo right after her breakup with Coldplay’s frontman, Chris Martin. Mic drop.

So, 35-year-old Dakota—yes, the queen of Fifty Shades fame and Material Girls vibes—showed up on Amy Poehler’s Good Hang Podcast looking like she just won at life. And guess what she brought? A tiny, sniffy, adorable fluffball straight from the Santa Barbara Humane Society. Yep, she rescued Tokyo on a totally spontaneous Saturday like a superhero with a fur cape.

She wasn’t planning on it, though. Because of course, Dakota was still dealing with some major feels after her OG doggo Zeppelin—RIP, legend—passed away at the ripe old age of 17 last December. That’s like, a whole dog century. She thought the puppy rescue train wasn’t boarding anytime soon. But then BAM, Tokyo showed up and basically said, “I’m your new bestie now.”

Plot twist: Tokyo started turning into a total diva right there on the podcast set, sniffing mics like she’s auditioning for America’s Next Top Dog Model. Dakota straight-up called her a “performer,” and honestly? Tokyo’s got more star power than half the celebs on Instagram.

“I’m an actress just like my mom!” Dakota joked to her pupper. If Tokyo starts demanding a trailer, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Oh, and did I mention? This epic new furry friend appeared just DAYS after news broke that Dakota and Chris Martin called it quits. Coincidence? Nope. This is Dakota’s subtle way of saying, “New dog, who dis?”

So yeah, Dakota’s out here living her best life, upgrading from heartbreak to puppy cuddles, and honestly, that’s the mood for 2025. Someone get this dog a Netflix special already. #PuppyPower #BreakupGlowUp #TokyoTheStar

🚨Brooke Shields Ditches Hallmark Deal Faster Than You Bail on a Group Project🚨

Okay, so picture this: Brooke Shields, literal icon, signs a 16-movie deal with Hallmark thinking she’s about to revolutionize cozy cable movies with sass, comedy, and flower shop drama. Cut to three movies in—and she’s like, “Hold up, this ain’t giving!”

Brooke had big plans. She was told she’d be the sparkle in Hallmark’s glitter glue. The LOL queen of crime-solving florists. The Beyoncé of botanical murder mysteries. But by movie #3, it was giving less comedy queen and more watching beige paint dry in slow motion.

In her memoir “Brooke Shields Is Not Allowed to Get Old” (iconic title tbh), she spills the rose-scented tea:

“They wanted me to be funny, but then edited out all the LOLs. Like, what’s the point of casting me if you’re just gonna turn me into background wallpaper?!”

Those three movies? All from 2016. All have titles that sound like clues in an elderly escape room:

  • Mum’s the Word: A Flower Shop Mystery
  • Snipped in the Bud (savage)
  • Dearly Depotted (someone thought they were so clever with that one)

So what did Brooke do? Did she suffer through 13 more lavender-scented snoozefests? Absolutely not. She pulled the plug, snapped her pruning shears in half, and bloomed into her ✨next era✨.

“Not everything is for everyone,” she said, serving wise auntie energy. “There’s nothing wrong with Hallmark, but I’m trying to serve COUTURE, not CARNATIONS.”

She basically told Hallmark: “It’s not me, it’s you.” And then peaced out to do A Castle for Christmas in 2021, which was her royal redemption arc.

So what’s the lesson here? Don’t be afraid to ditch the deal if the vibes are off. Be your own main character, even if you have to walk away from a 13-movie contract and a basket of roses.

💅#CareerGlowUp
🌸#NotSoHallmark
📚#BrookeWroteTheBook (literally, go buy it at Walmart or something)

🚨Brooke Shields Ditches Hallmark Deal Faster Than You Bail on a Group Project🚨

BTS BOYS ARE BACK AND HOTTER THAN EVER: JIMIN & JUNGKOOK ESCAPE MILITARY PRISON (okay not prison but you get it)

Jimin and Jungkook have officially been UNLEASHED from South Korea’s military service and they’re ready to slay, serve, and sweat (on stage, not in a trench, thank you very much 🇰🇷✨).

The 29-year-old Jimin and 27-year-old Jungkook (yes, still younger than your emotionally unavailable ex) were honorably discharged from military duties on June 11, aka our new national holiday: ARMY Liberation Day. This comes just one spicy day after their band bros RM and V were also released like doves of world peace and shirtless TikTok thirst traps.

Meanwhile, Suga’s doing his thing as a social worker, changing lives and probably writing emotional piano ballads while helping old ladies cross the street. King behavior.

As the boys emerged from the Yeoncheon Public Stadium looking like K-drama leads who just survived a 16-episode military romance, fans lost their collective minds, wigs flew into orbit, and several people claimed to have been spiritually reborn.

✨Jimin, still glowing like a dewy marshmallow, said:

“It’s been a loooong time. We survived a global pandemic and push-ups. Now it’s comeback o’clock.”

👑 Jungkook, who probably smells like sandalwood and freedom, added:

“Thanks to everyone who served with us and supported us. Military life was basically a drama but without the kissing scenes. Time to pick up where we left off — world domination.”

Jimin wrapped it all up like a poetic angel, saying:

“If you see a soldier on the street, give them a warm gesture. Like a hug. Or a snack. Or your number.”

ICYMI: In South Korea, every able-bodied man must serve in the military, which is cute and patriotic but also terrifying when your bias disappears for 18 months and you’re left rewatching fancams like it’s a survival tactic.

BUT NOW THEY’RE BACK. THE COMEBACK IS COMING. THE ERA IS UPON US.
Brace yourselves. Cry now. Scream later. Stream always. 💅

#JikookIsBack #MilitaryDischargeGlowUp #BTS2025Takeover 💜

BTS BOYS ARE BACK AND HOTTER THAN EVER: JIMIN & JUNGKOOK ESCAPE MILITARY PRISON (okay not prison but you get it)

🚨Elon Musk Has Regrets?! Internet Daddy Walks Back Trump Tweets, Blames Thumbs, Chaos Ensues🚨

Okay so guess what, babes? Elon Musk—the Tesla king, Twitter/X overlord, and part-time space pirate—just kinda oopsied his way into a presidential feud and is now backpedaling faster than a Roomba on Red Bull.

Let’s rewind the tea machine: Last week, the world’s richest man (yes, richer than the Monopoly guy on steroids) decided it was the perfect time to clap back at none other than Donald Trump. And not just any clapback—Elon basically tossed a flaming laptop into the chat by alleging that Trump’s name might be floating somewhere in those secret Epstein files. Like. WHAT???

Cut to this week, Elon must’ve sobered up from a night of coding, rocket-launching, and tweeting from the bathtub, because he hit post on this regret-scented gem:

“I regret some of my posts about President @realDonaldTrump last week. They went too far.”

Girl. Some? Only some? That’s like saying “I only regret putting the house on fire, not the gasoline fight.”

Meanwhile, Trump’s been suspiciously silent. Like… 👀 no posts, no memes, not even a “Sad!” This silence is louder than Elon’s flamethrowers.

Will this billionaire bromance implode? Will they both run for president of Mars? Will Elon start posting thirst traps to distract us?? STAY TUNED.

#ElonDrama #TrumpTea #TweetRegrets #XRatedMess #MuskVsTrump #SomeoneTakeHisPhone

🚨TRACE CYRUS GOES FULL SUPER SAIYAN ON BILLY RAY: “SKIPPED GRANDMA’S FUNERAL FOR A RUNWAY SHOW?!”🚨

The Cyrus Family is Imploding Like It’s Sweeps Week and Trace Cyrus just ethered his dad, Billy Ray, with the force of a thousand Hot Topics.

Trace (aka the Cyrus sibling most likely to scream-sing his feelings in a warehouse full of fog machines) went full chaos mode on Instagram, calling out ol’ mullet daddy himself for doing the unthinkable:
📍Skipping his grandma’s funeral
✈️Flying to Italy for a FASHION SHOW
💸Even after getting a $60K private jet, courtesy of a daughter we can assume rhymes with “Smiley.”

Like bro. Not even economy class. A private jet. And Billy Ray still ghosted. BOOMER BEHAVIOR DETECTED.

Trace didn’t just spill the tea, he poured it into a blender with Red Bull and rage and hit purée:

“You’re the lamest man to ever walk planet Earth.”

“I’m embarrassed to have ever considered you my idol.”

“Christ is King. Get right with God.”

He went full “emo youth pastor meets revenge plot,” and we’re honestly here for it. Not only did Trace call his dad out, but he hit him with the ultimate flex:

“I’ve surpassed him in every metric as a man.”

HELLO?? WHO SAYS THAT?? That’s not just shade, that’s a solar eclipse.

He also swore off any future reconciliation, declared himself the heir to the Cyrus throne (👑), and announced his plans to have a ton of kids and raise them “the right way.” Translation: family game night > Milan Fashion Week.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get messier:

  • Trace vs. Braison? ✔️
  • Trace vs. Billy Ray’s lawyers? ✔️✔️
  • Cyrus family group chat? Probably just 🔥 emoji, legal disclaimers, and one confused thumbs-up from Noah.

The vibes? Think Keeping Up With The Kardashians meets Breaking Bad: Honky Tonk Edition.

So what have we learned?

1. Trace Cyrus is in his villain origin story era.
2. Billy Ray may or may not be living in an alternate universe powered by rhinestone jackets and denial.
3. We need a reality show called “Cyrus vs. Cyrus: Dawn of Mess.” Immediately.

#CyrusShowdown #TraceWentNuclear #NotMyAchyBreakyDad 💥🛩️👨‍👦‍👦

🚨TRACE CYRUS GOES FULL SUPER SAIYAN ON BILLY RAY: “SKIPPED GRANDMA’S FUNERAL FOR A RUNWAY SHOW?!”🚨
🚨TRACE CYRUS GOES FULL SUPER SAIYAN ON BILLY RAY: “SKIPPED GRANDMA’S FUNERAL FOR A RUNWAY SHOW?!”🚨
🚨TRACE CYRUS GOES FULL SUPER SAIYAN ON BILLY RAY: “SKIPPED GRANDMA’S FUNERAL FOR A RUNWAY SHOW?!”🚨

Shawn Mendes Is Shirtless, Juiced Up, and Tattooed Like a Sexy Canadian Coloring Book 🇨🇦🧃🐶

Shawn Mendes, aka the walking thirst trap of Ontario, just stepped out in LA looking like a hot summer smoothie made of tattoos, tank tops, and emotional growth.

The 26-year-old “I can treat you better than he can but also please admire my biceps while I whisper” crooner was spotted strolling through Beverly Hills with his little sister Aaliyah, proving once again that the Mendes genes are not to be trifled with. The duo hit up Beverly Hills Juice, because hydration is important when you’re that hot and famous.

Shawn was serving Casual Canadian Daddy in a tight white tank that screamed “I lift emotional baggage and dumbbells,” paired with black pants and sneakers that said “I’m humble but make it rich.” To top it off, he was cradling a tiny dog in a teal harness like it was the final accessory in a luxury fashion shoot titled “Hot Guy Summer: Organic Edition.”

And if that wasn’t enough to make your heart combust like a reusable water bottle in the desert sun, Shawn casually reminded the world that he’s going On The Road Again in 2025. Yes, the man is touring again. Yes, tickets are already on sale. Yes, your bank account is crying in “Stitches.”

Moral of the story: Shawn Mendes is outside, inked up, glowing, juicing, dog-carrying, and preparing to emotionally devastate stadiums worldwide. Get ready, world. The tour is coming. And so are we.

#TattooDaddy #JuiceWithShawn #MendesOnTheMove 🍹🔥🐾

Shawn Mendes Is Shirtless, Juiced Up, and Tattooed Like a Sexy Canadian Coloring Book 🇨🇦🧃🐶

Scarlett Johansson Noped Out of ‘Thunderbolts’ Credits Like a Classy Ghost in Gucci

Scarlett Johansson—our forever latex-clad assassin queen—has officially yeeted herself out of the credits for Marvel’s Thunderbolts, and she wants the world to know it was on purpose. Not a glitch. Not a vibe. Just straight-up “delete my name, babes.”

So here’s the tea: ScarJo, 40, was originally listed as an executive producer on Thunderbolts, even though she’s nowhere to be found in the actual movie. No jumpsuit. No dramatic flips. Not even a soul-piercing side-eye. Just poof—like she got snapped by Thanos but specifically for her LinkedIn title.

She spilled all this in an interview with David Harbour (aka Daddy Red Guardian), who basically clowned her by asking, “Wait… you’re the seventh Thunderbolt and you haven’t even seen the movie???”
Scarlett, in full IDGAF mode, simply replied: “No.”
Then David, drunk on vibes and espresso, joked, “You hated the movie that much?”
To which Scarlett essentially blinked, smiled politely, and said, “I just wasn’t involved. Take me out like a bad eyebrow tattoo.”

She did say she’s proud of the crew for making a movie—even if it feels like Marvel just pressed “shuffle” on the remaining Avengers.

Then came the existential crisis portion of the interview, where Scar reflected on her Marvel era:

“Sometimes you’re the lead, sometimes you’re a plot mop.”

She praised Winter Soldier for giving her juicy, dynamic scenes with Chris Evans (America’s actual butt), but admitted that in other movies, her character basically existed to push the story along and not, you know, be an actual person. Add five months of not being allowed to dye her roots or touch nail polish, and yes, she was in her “Marvel-induced identity crisis” era.

Let’s not forget: she sued Disney like an absolute legend when they tried to release Black Widow on Disney+ and in theaters at the same time, probably over a plate of overpriced sushi. They settled. She won. Obviously.

Up next, she’s stomping into Jurassic World: Rebirth, which sounds like the dinosaurs unionized and she’s their queen. And she was just seen on another mysterious set because duh, you can’t keep a Marvel-refugee goddess down.

Moral of the story: If Scarlett Johansson doesn’t want her name on your group project, you’re probably not getting an A.

#ScarlettSnatchedHerCredit #ThunderboltsWho #ExecutiveProducerWhere

Scarlett Johansson Noped Out of ‘Thunderbolts’ Credits Like a Classy Ghost in Gucci

Emily Blunt Just Gave Us a Devil-Sized Scoop—and Yes, Prada Is Back, Baby!

The Devil Wears Prada sequel is officially marching back into our lives like Miranda Priestly at Paris Fashion Week after a triple espresso.

Queen Emily Blunt—who, let’s be honest, has never emotionally recovered from having to fetch that Harry Potter book in the pouring rain—just spilled a Venti-sized latte of info about the long-awaited sequel. And by “spilled,” we mean she whispered cryptic nonsense and stared into the camera like she was in a hostage video filmed inside a Hermès showroom.

Emily, now 42 but still looking like she drinks youth elixirs harvested from Gwyneth’s tears, confirmed she’s returning as Emily Charlton. Yes, that Emily. The one who took a hit for fashion, got hit by a car for fashion, and still had to go to Paris. A true icon.

When asked what Emily Charlton is up to now, Blunt said (and we quote), “It’s so weird. I haven’t even read a script. I don’t know. I’m just like, where is she? I don’t know.”
So basically… she gave us the same level of detail you’d get from a Magic 8 Ball after three shots of absinthe.

But wait—she did give us one precious gem. After telepathically asking a mysterious woman standing nearby (probably an off-camera assistant named Claudette who controls Hollywood), Blunt confirmed that filming begins in July. JULY! That’s like… tomorrow in fashion years!

As for the plot? Buckle up. According to previous tea spilled by IconicHipster.com, Miranda Priestly—played by the immortal fashion demon Meryl Streep—is now facing the slow death of print media (RIP glossy pages). With Runway turning into Run-away advertisers, Miranda must humble herself and beg Emily (yes, the one she emotionally traumatized) for ad dollars. Plot twist: Emily is now a luxury brand boss. Revenge is best served on a silver platter with truffle foam and a Birkin bag.

No word yet on if Anne Hathaway will return, but if Andy Sachs shows up with bangs and a podcast, I’m suing.

#PradaSequel
#MirandaStillTerrifying
#EmilyCharltonDeservedBetter

Cole Escola Reacts to Nicole Scherzinger’s Tony Win Like a Broadway Banshee With Wi-Fi

Cole Escola, Broadway’s reigning camp goblin and newly crowned Best Actor in a Play winner (congrats you glittery menace!), had a moment when Nicole Scherzinger was announced as the Best Actress in a Musical at the 2025 Tony Awards. And no, this wasn’t a polite golf clap. It was pure chaos energy. Think: Lucille Bluth hearing someone ordered a vodka rocks.

In the press room, as Nicole’s name was called, Cole dramatically gasped, flailed like a drag queen spotting a Sephora sale, and said, “Who is it? Nicole? Wow. The speculating is over. Wow. Four years. Four more years.” Like they were inaugurating her into the Church of Dramatic Belt Notes and Satin Gloves.

Naturally, the internet spiraled faster than Idina Menzel on a fog-covered stage. So two days later, Cole hopped on Insta Stories to clarify: “I meant it like, she won, and she’s the president of musicals now, duh. But also, everyone calm your sequins. Broadway girls can coexist. We don’t all have to fight like it’s Act II of Dreamgirls.

And guess what? Cole and Nicole aren’t just not feuding—they’re actual friends. Bestie vibes, award-winning selfies, post-show champagne chugs. They even rang in New Year’s Eve together at Patti LuPone’s house, which we can only assume was just one long, cursed key change away from collapsing into a showtune wormhole.

So no drama, no diva smackdowns, just two stars slaying the same galaxy.

✨#TonyTension #ColeVsNicoleButMakeItCute #BroadwayIsBonkers

🚨 CHAOS ALERT: Nicki Minaj Just Hijacked a Lil Wayne Track and the Internet Is MELTING 🔥👑🐐

Nicki Minaj just popped up on Lil Wayne’s track “Banned From NO” like a pink Lamborghini crashing into a church service. Yes, baby, the Queen of Rap herself has joined forces with the Martian once again and things will never be the same.

Late Tuesday (aka Barbz o’clock), Nicki teased a little surprise, and then BAM—at the stroke of midnight like a rap Cinderella, the “Banned From NO Remix” dropped outta nowhere and proceeded to absolutely body the timeline. 💅✨

“Banned from NO REMIX with the GOAT @liltunechi,” Nicki announced on Instagram, casually reminding us that she is both the moment and the manager.

The original track lives on Tha Carter VI, Wayne’s freshly baked sonic chaos casserole that dropped June 6—aka the same day your bank account cried over concert tickets and Barbz merch. 📉💸

This is Nicki’s first big drop since she collabed with the late Juice WRLD on “All Girls Are the Same 2 (Insecure)” and, let’s not forget, she ended 2023 with Pink Friday 2 and then conquered the globe in 2024 like a glittery warlord on a rhinestone horse.

AND YES—you heard right, Pink Friday 3 is also cooking in the Barbie oven, and it smells like Grammys, platinum, and a little bit of blood from haters.

Now go stream “Banned From NO Remix” immediately or be banned from taste. Available on Apple Music, Amazon Music, and every speaker that deserves rights. 🔊💋

#NickiMinaj #LilWayne #BannedFromNO #BarbzAssemble #CarterVI #PinkFridayEternal

🚨 BREAK OUT THE INVISIBLE JET, BARBIE—DIANA’S COMING BACK. 🚨

Wonder Woman is strapping on her bulletproof bangles and preparing to lasso our eyeballs once again, because DC’s new co-king James Gunn just spilled some piping hot Themysciran tea.

While out promoting his brand-new Superman flick (aka “Clark Kent: Hot Nerd Edition”), James casually dropped the bombshell that Wonder Woman is currently being written. Like right now. Like as you’re reading this, some poor writer is probably mainlining espresso while trying to figure out how many Greek goddesses you can cram into one script without summoning Zeus IRL.

“We’re working on Wonder Woman,” James said, presumably while wearing a leather trench coat and holding a clipboard full of chaotic ideas. “It’s being written right now.” (Translation: Somewhere in a dark Warner Bros. cave, a screenwriter is sobbing into their keyboard while whispering ‘what would Lynda Carter do?’)

But wait, there’s more Amazonian insanity! Remember Paradise Lost? No, not the emo poem—this is DC’s upcoming Game of Thrones but with more eyeliner and less incest series set on Themyscira, aka Wonder Woman’s bougie island full of ripped women, zero men, and questionable diplomatic policies.

“It’s like Westeros, but with abs,” James once said. Okay he didn’t say that last part, but honestly? He should’ve.

Now here’s where it gets spicy: WHO is actually playing Wonder Woman? Nobody knows. Gal Gadot might be done, might not be done, might just show up uninvited on set with a sword and force them to film. Patty Jenkins is also somewhere in the distance, sipping tea and saying “They’re not interested… for now.” (Cue dramatic lightning.)

💅 New Wonder Woman movie? Yes.
🪞Who’s writing it? A mystery cloaked in sequins.
👑 Gal Gadot returning? ¯\_(ツ)\_/¯
⚔️ Drama? Absolutely.
🍷 Themysciran chaos? Bring it on.

#WonderWomanReturns
#JusticeLeagueButMakeItSexy
#AmazonianDramaLoading

🚨 BREAK OUT THE INVISIBLE JET, BARBIE—DIANA’S COMING BACK. 🚨

Kim K vs ICE: The Skims Queen Just Went Full Activist Barbie and We’re Here for It

Kim Kardashian has officially taken a break from contouring her clavicle to drag ICE harder than a Birkin through the mud. The 44-year-old reality mogul/law student/criminal justice crusader/postmodern deity posted to her Instagram Story and said, “ICE, you need a timeout and a therapist.” (Okay she didn’t say that exactly, but she basically did.)

ICY background for the non-news girlies: LA is currently hotter than Kris Jenner’s burner phone, thanks to ongoing protests against ICE raids. There are LAPD squads, ICE agents, and—because this isn’t chaotic enough—Trump reportedly called in the actual National Guard and Marines, like it’s a Marvel crossover no one asked for. Picture “Avengers: Deportation Wars,” but starring boomers.

Anyway, Kim took a second from staging a photo shoot in a desert to actually say something important:

“When we’re told that ICE exists to keep our country safe and remove violent criminals – great,” she wrote, probably while sipping something matcha. “But when we witness innocent, hardworking people being ripped from their families in inhumane ways, we have to speak up.”

AND THEN SHE KEPT GOING. This wasn’t a one-slide-and-dip. Our queen got emotional and said immigrants are Los Angeles. Like yes, ma’am! The Hollywood Walk of Fame is held together by dreams, smog, and the unpaid labor of immigrants!

“They’re our neighbors, friends, classmates, coworkers, and family,” Kim wrote. “No matter where you fall politically…” (Spoiler: if you’re still falling for Trump in 2025, call a doctor) “…our communities thrive because of the contributions of immigrants.”

And then she dropped the mic (digitally) with:

“We can’t turn a blind eye when fear and injustice keep people from living their lives freely and safely. There HAS to be a BETTER way.”

Like… who gave Kim the right to go full Justice League of America on a Tuesday? Oh right, she did.

She even re-posted Doechii’s BET Awards speech, where the rapper took a flamethrower to Trump, ICE, and probably half the room while wearing couture. Iconic behavior only.

So yeah. Kim Kardashian: fighting deportation raids with perfectly filtered fury and maybe a little SKKN setting spray. Catch her next in Keeping Up with the Constitution.

#ICEout #KimKForPresident #ImmigrantStrong

Kim K vs ICE: The Skims Queen Just Went Full Activist Barbie and We’re Here for It

BREAKING: Ice Spice to Save Bikini Bottom with Bops, Ghosts, and George Lopez?!?

The upcoming cinematic fever dream “The SpongeBob Movie: Search for SquarePants” just cranked the volume up to eleven—and then threw the knob into the Mariana Trench.

First of all, Ice Spice is in this. Yes, the Princess of the Bronx and undisputed Empress of Munch is not only joining the cast, but also blessing the film with an original song, meaning SpongeBob’s next adventure might have bop of the year potential. Imagine SpongeBob twerking in jellyfish fields to a hyperpop drill beat. You’re welcome.

Also? George Lopez is onboard. That’s right—Mr. “Lowrider” himself is probably voicing a talking seashell or a haunted piñata. We don’t know yet. We don’t care. We’re sold.

And Regina Hall? Queen. Legend. Possibly voicing a psychic seahorse or a ghost therapist. This cast is giving “What in Neptune’s name is happening?”—and we love it.

Also floating into the madness are Sherry Cola and Arturo Castro, whose roles are still under wraps, which means there’s a non-zero chance they play glow-in-the-dark sea cucumbers who rap in Morse code. At this point, anything is possible.

But wait—don’t throw your snorkel just yet. The OG Bikini Bottom gang is BACK. That means:

  • Tom Kenny as SpongeBob (still holding it down like the Beyoncé of Bikini Bottom),
  • Clancy Brown as Mr. Krabs (definitely union-busting somewhere),
  • Rodger Bumpass as Squidward (mood),
  • Bill Fagerbakke as Patrick (chaotic good energy),
  • Carolyn Lawrence as Sandy (still trying to science her way out of everyone’s nonsense),
  • Mr. Lawrence as Plankton (definitely still not getting the formula), and—
  • Mark Hamill as the Flying Dutchman, which is frankly the gay pirate energy we never knew we needed but now can’t live without.

Plot-wise, we’re talking about SpongeBob and his ride-or-die crew descending into the ocean’s haunted underworld to face off with a salty old ghost. It’s giving Scooby-Doo meets Beyoncé’s Renaissance tour, and it’s hitting theaters December 2025, which is both too far away and not enough time to emotionally prepare.

Produced by Nickelodeon and Paramount Animation, this movie promises to be the cinematic equivalent of eating a pineapple underwater during a rave hosted by sea slugs.

See you at the premiere. I’ll be in full jellyfish couture. 🪼💅

BREAKING: Ice Spice to Save Bikini Bottom with Bops, Ghosts, and George Lopez?!?

Taraji P. Henson Says “NOT TODAY, SATAN” to Oprah Feud Rumors and Spills the Tea on Oprah’s Latest Text Like They’re in a Group Chat Called “Black Excellence Only”

Taraji P. Henson has officially drop-kicked the rumors of a feud with Oprah Winfrey into the sun—again. That’s right. Not only did she set the record straight, but she triple stamped the no take-backs. And guess what? Oprah just texted her. Yes. Texted. Like they’re besties planning a bougie brunch with Beyoncé and Michelle Obama.

So let’s rewind. In case you’ve been living under a Wi-Fi-deprived rock: Taraji played the iconic, soul-singing, high-note-hitting Shug Avery in the 2023 musical remake of The Color Purple. Oprah, who produced the film with the same energy she gives when handing out free cars, was obviously part of the production. Then, rumors started flying like wigs in a wind tunnel that the two were beefing harder than a Real Housewives reunion.

Why? Because Taraji spoke up about pay disparity for Black women in Hollywood (as she should—cut the check, people!). And suddenly the internet was like, “OMG Oprah’s mad!” No, babes. Oprah doesn’t do petty. Oprah does empires.

Taraji popped on The Breakfast Club recently and served us a full truth platter with a side of sass. “When have you ever seen me drag another woman, especially a Black woman? NEVER. I’m 10 toes down for us!” she said, stomping on the patriarchy in designer heels. “I think it was just a sabotage mission to tank a Black-led movie,” she added, essentially accusing the haters of being bored gremlins with Twitter accounts.

Then—get this—Taraji spills that Oprah just texted her. Like, recently. Like, she might still have the notification on her phone. “Oprah literally hit me up the other day like, ‘Girl, you SLAYED in Straw,’” Taraji said, casually name-dropping a sweet little Oprah compliment like it’s just a Tuesday thing. (It probably is.)

“So yeah, no beef here,” Taraji continued. “Unless we’re talking about the Wagyu we’re eating together at our next power lunch.”

Taraji and Oprah are NOT feuding. They’re texting. They’re praising. They’re thriving. And you? You’re out here refreshing Reddit trying to find a storyline that doesn’t exist. Go touch grass.

Anyway, stay tuned for the group chat leak where Gayle King, Ava DuVernay, and Shonda Rhimes all send heart emojis and Oprah replies with a Bitmoji of herself on a yacht. ✨

Patrick Schwarzenegger Cast in Tearjerker Romance with Margaret Qualley, Because Apparently Hot People Have Feelings Too

Patrick Schwarzenegger (yes, the genetically-blessed offspring of The Terminator and a Kennedy) just scored his first gig since The White Lotus — and no, it’s not another protein shake commercial.

He’s about to bring his sculpted cheekbones and emotional range to the upcoming film “Love Of Your Life,” where he’ll be starring opposite the perpetually ethereal Margaret Qualley — who looks like she reads sad poetry for breakfast and cries exclusively in vintage lace.

Directed by none other than Rachel Morrison — the woman responsible for making Black Panther look like a billion-dollar painting — this movie is already attracting buzz hotter than a Coachella porta-potty in July. And get this: it’s being produced by Ryan Gosling. Yes, actual Ken doll turned Oscar nominee Ryan Gosling. He and his producing partner Jessie Henderson are here to emotionally destroy us, one arthouse romance at a time.

So what’s the vibe? Oh, just a casual little story about a woman who loses her husband (rip fictional man), and then spirals into a beautiful mess of grief, hope, and, presumably, a lot of scenes involving rain, vintage coats, and staring meaningfully out of train windows. Qualley plays the widow. Patrick plays her ex-boyfriend… who’s also her friend. In other words: the human embodiment of “this could be us but you playin’.”

Insiders say the script is sad enough to make a grown man weep into his oat milk latte. Like, full ugly cry. Mascara running. Texting your therapist at midnight type sadness.

Filming kicks off in Europe this August, because obviously. You can’t have a high-brow love story without cobblestones, foggy mornings, and at least one emotionally charged bicycle ride through a picturesque village.

Stay tuned, babes — cinema is about to get painfully beautiful.

Patrick Schwarzenegger Cast in Tearjerker Romance with Margaret Qualley, Because Apparently Hot People Have Feelings Too

Judge Throws Cold Water on Diddy Team’s “Balcony Houdini” Mistrial Drama

Diddy’s legal squad strutted into court waving a big ol’ flag screaming “MISTRIAL!” because apparently, someone claimed Puff Daddy himself auditioned for America’s Next Top Balcony Daredevil back in 2016. Yeah, you heard that right.

The star witness? Bryana Bongolan — aka ex-girlfriend Cassie’s mystery sidekick — who dropped a bombshell claiming Diddy dangled her over the edge of a 17th-story Los Angeles balcony. Talk about taking “hang out” to a whole new level.

But hold onto your luxury yachts, because Diddy’s defense team was like, “Nah, fam. That’s fake news!” They swore up and down that Bryana and Cassie cooked up this balcony stunt, accusing them of “perjury” — which sounds like the legal version of “You lied, and it’s not cute.”

Their solid alibi? Diddy was chilling on the East Coast, living his best Trump Hotel New York life, miles away from any precarious ledges. So, apparently, the only thing he was dangling was his metaphorical drip.

Enter Judge Arun Subramanian — the courtroom’s own reality check. He basically said, “Nice try, defense team, but this isn’t a mistrial.” The judge pointed out that Diddy’s crew didn’t even raise a hand when Bryana told her story, and they had every chance to throw some hard-hitting questions her way. Spoiler: They did, and Nicole Westmoreland, Diddy’s ace lawyer, pulled a full-on Perry Mason moment — you know, that dramatic mic-drop courtroom magic we live for.

Oh, and the judge did throw a tiny side-eye at the government for messing up somewhere, but apparently, that’s not enough to hit the reset button on this whole trial.

And in case you’re wondering, Cassie did talk about that scary balcony moment in her 2023 lawsuit and her testimony, but she kept Bryana’s name on the hush-hush until now. Classic courtroom suspense.

No mistrial, no balcony acrobatics (at least, not in court), and definitely no chill for this ongoing saga. Stay tuned, because when luxury, lawsuits, and drama mix, it’s always better than Netflix.

Dakota Johnson Breaks Silence on Madame Web Flopping: “Not My Circus, Not My Spider”

Dakota Johnson just did a full send on the Madame Web disaster, and it’s giving “chaotic neutral with a side of psychic powers and PR damage control.”

In a now-iconic interview with the Los Angeles Times, Dakota addressed the mutant spider-elephant in the room: the film’s $43 million domestic box office faceplant and that brutal 11% Rotten Tomatoes score (yes, eleven, sweetie — not a typo, not a drill). And let’s just say, Dakota did not come to play.

“It wasn’t my fault,” she declared — and somewhere, a Sony exec’s eye twitched.

According to Dakota, the behind-the-scenes vibes were less “Spider-Verse magic” and more “Group project where one person does all the work, and the rest just eat paste.” She basically implied the film was creatively hijacked by what we can only assume were spreadsheet-wielding goblins with zero artistic vision.

“There’s this thing that happens now where a lot of creative decisions are made by committee,” she said, subtly dragging Hollywood’s finest power suits. “Or made by people who don’t have a creative bone in their body.”

Translation: Madame Web was birthed by the lovechild of a group chat, a deadline, and three confused interns.

Apparently, the movie started as something cool — presumably a dark, edgy, feminist spider-thriller — and then shapeshifted into… whatever that final edit was. Dakota claims she was “just sort of along for the ride,” which is what people usually say about Uber trips and failed marriages, not multimillion-dollar Marvel-adjacent tentpoles.

But wait, there’s more! When asked if the flop bruised her soul, Dakota basically shrugged and tossed her metaphorical hair in the wind.

“I don’t have a Band-Aid over it,” she said, emotionally unfazed and spiritually moisturized. “I’ve done tiny movies that didn’t do well. Who cares?”

And honestly? Icon behavior.

So while Madame Web may be remembered as the cinematic equivalent of trying to explain crypto to your grandma, Dakota Johnson is walking away from the wreckage unbothered, unscathed, and unrepentantly fabulous. She gave us psychic powers, a Brooklyn accent no one asked for, and the world’s most confusing plot — and for that, she deserves a Golden Globe and possibly a group therapy session.

Final verdict? Dakota Johnson: 1. Madame Web: somewhere in the negatives.

Dakota Johnson Breaks Silence on Madame Web Flopping: “Not My Circus, Not My Spider”

Mariah Carey Finally Snatches a BET Award, Declares Diva-hood Mandatory for All Humans and Select Pets

BREAKING NEWS FROM THE LAND OF GLITTER AND VOCAL RUNS:
Mariah Carey, the elusive chanteuse, supreme songbird of the cosmos, and patron saint of high notes, has FINALLY received her first-ever BET Award at the tender age of 56. Honestly, what took so long? Was the BET committee trapped in a snow globe she whispered into existence during a whistle note?

But don’t worry, lambs—the drought is over, and the rain is diamond-encrusted. The Butterfly Queen fluttered into the 2025 BET Awards like a bedazzled hurricane and was crowned with the Ultimate Icon award, because if you’re Mariah Carey, your first award better come with sparkles, confetti, and possibly a live unicorn.

Presenter Busta Rhymes handed her the trophy, presumably after performing a 14-minute tongue-twister just to pronounce “iconicness” correctly. Mariah, looking like a vision from a rhinestone dream, took the mic and said, “If you’re gonna get one, might as well start with the Ultimate Icon Award.” And just like that, everyone else in the room evaporated into irrelevance.

She graciously avoided reading the entire saga of her life (available now in her memoir, 14k gold edition), and instead dropped the kind of wisdom that should be embroidered onto silk pillows in every gay man’s apartment:

“It took me a while, but I finally realized life is far too short to live for anyone else’s approval… So I decided to own who I am. My extraness. My fabulousness. My success. And yes… my ICONICNESS.

Honestly? Tattoo it on my soul.

She closed out the speech with a final blessing to the mortals:

“Believe in yourself. Love yourself. Be a diva. Be a boss. Be anything you wanna be… but be iconic while you’re doing it.”

Mariah Carey said you are legally required to act like the main character. So go forth, wear sequins to the grocery store, demand wind machines in every room, and never answer a phone call before noon. Diva law is now in effect.

Marvel Pulls a Beyoncé and Exits Stage Left from Justin Baldoni’s Legal Circus with Blake Lively

Okay, imagine this: Justin Baldoni tries to sue Blake Lively like it’s the season finale of Suits, but somehow drags Marvel Studios into it like they’re guest stars on The Real Housewives of Litigation Hills.

Yes, you read that right. At one point, Justin was so deep in his legal feelings, he demanded Marvel fork over documents because he thought Deadpool & Wolverine was personally cyberbullying him. Specifically, he claimed that Ryan Reynolds, a.k.a. Mr. Blake Lively, created a character named Nicepool (??) to “mock, harass, ridicule, intimidate or bully” him. I mean… sir, is this a federal case or a deleted TikTok draft?

Marvel, who was probably sipping vibranium martinis and minding their billion-dollar business, was like, “Umm, we literally have universes collapsing and raccoons talking—leave us out of your soap opera.” So, they asked the judge to kindly snap them out of the lawsuit like Thanos at a brunch buffet.

And guess what? The judge agreed. Judge Lewis J. Liman basically said, “Justin’s lawsuit is as dead as Iron Man, so Marvel’s tea is no longer relevant.” In legal terms, they “quashed the subpoena” and issued a “protective order” to keep Marvel’s secrets secret. Translation: Justin’s not getting a peek at Marvel’s group chat, honey.

Meanwhile, Blake Lively already addressed the whole thing after the case against her got tossed faster than a salad at Goop HQ.

So to recap: Justin tried to sue Blake. He looped in Marvel. The judge was like, “No ma’am.” And now Marvel’s back to doing what they do best—saving the multiverse and ignoring weird subpoenas from emotional men in linen pants.

Marvel Pulls a Beyoncé and Exits Stage Left from Justin Baldoni’s Legal Circus with Blake Lively

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