Julie Chrisley is officially out of the clink and back in the wild—Nashville, specifically. That’s right, the queen of Southern sass and questionable tax decisions has reemerged after a federal vacay that lasted over two years.
How, you ask? Oh, just your everyday plot twist: former president Donald Trump pulled a full-on reality show finale and pardoned both Julie and her husband Todd Chrisley like it was a season of “Celebrity Survivor: White Collar Edition.” The couple was convicted back in 2022 for tax evasion and bank fraud, aka they were out here playing Monopoly with real money and fake paperwork.
But alas, as of Wednesday, May 28, Julie is officially free to roam the aisles of Whole Foods once again. The day after her release, she was spotted in the wild (translation: photographed by Fox News Digital like a rare suburban safari sighting), strutting her stuff in Nashville, Tennessee with a smile on her face and her hair looking fabulously salt-and-pepper. That’s called “aging gracefully under fluorescent prison lights,” sweetie.
Julie had been staying at the Federal Medical Center in Lexington, Kentucky—basically the Four Seasons of federal incarceration. Meanwhile, Todd was down in Florida serving his time at the Federal Prison Camp Pensacola, which sounds like a beach resort but with fewer margaritas and more mandatory bed checks.
Now they’re both out, the ankle monitors are probably off, and Julie is back doing what she does best: running errands like a woman with secrets, freedom, and possibly a book deal.
We’ll be keeping an eye on this glamorous prison-to-Target pipeline. ✨
Julie Chrisley Has Left the Chat (a.k.a. Prison) and Is Now Running Errands Like It’s 2019
Olympic legend, knitting king, and general icon Tom Daley popped up at the Ham Yard Hotel in London (yes, it’s a real place, not a place you buy pork) for the star-studded-ish screening of his brand new documentary: Tom Daley: 1.6 Seconds.
The title? It’s the amount of time it takes Tom to perform a dive… or maybe how long it takes for us to fall head over heels for him. Science is still investigating.
Now retired from Olympic diving (cue dramatic music), the 31-year-old legend did not show up alone. Oh no. He rolled deep with his former diving BFFs Noah Williams and Matty Lee, because when you’ve been flinging yourself off platforms with people for years in nothing but tiny swim briefs, the bond is real.
Also on the guest list? Tom’s mum, Debbie Daley — looking fabulous, supportive, and probably still not over the time her son brought home an actual Olympic gold medal like it was no big deal.
In case you somehow missed the Tom Daley lore: he’s been an Olympic hero since he was 14 — when the rest of us were just figuring out how to talk to our crushes without combusting. Over four Olympics, he collected five medals like Pokémon cards: one gold, one silver, and three bronzes. That’s not a flex. That’s a full workout.
And because this documentary isn’t just about dives but also depth, Tom opened up about his lifelong struggle with “horrible body issues” in a recent promo chat. Because even Olympic Adonises have tough days with the mirror — and that’s your reminder to be a little nicer to yourself, babe.
Tom Daley: 1.6 Seconds will be streaming exclusively on Discovery+ starting June 1. Mark your calendars. Set an alarm. Tattoo it on your wrist. Whatever it takes.
Because if Tom Daley is talking, we are listening. Preferably in high-def.
Tom Daley Brings the Drama, the Dive Bros, and His Mum to His Documentary Screening — In That Order
Pete Davidson just checked into a retirement home — and no, it’s not for the early bird specials. Our favorite lanky lothario of comedy is trading punchlines for panic attacks in the new horror thriller The Home, and let’s just say… the bingo hall has never been more cursed.
🎬 Plot twist: Pete does chores and fights demons.
The trailer just dropped hotter than a microwave dinner, and it’s giving full “haunted AARP nightmare.” Pete plays a rebellious 20-something sentenced to community service (as one does) at the creepiest retirement home this side of a ghost dimension. But wait — there’s more! The fourth floor is a no-go zone. “Special care” residents live there. Which, in horror-movie language, means probably vampires in orthopedic shoes.
But Pete, being Pete, does not leave weird things alone. He snoops. He investigates. He discovers that these retirees are not just playing bridge and yelling at the TV. Nope — they’ve got secrets darker than a blackout in a blackout.
🧓👹 Senior citizens… but make them terrifying.
This isn’t your grandma’s retirement home. Unless your grandma’s friends include Bruce Altman, John Glover, and several things that go bump in the night. The Home is from James DeMonaco — you know, the twisted genius behind The Purge (aka that franchise where crime is legal and no one gets a nap).
DeMonaco says he wanted that good ol’ 70s horror vibe — suspense, mystery, total chaos. “Epic blood-soaked finale” is literally how he described it. So yeah, maybe don’t bring your squeamish friend. Or do. Watch them scream.
🤡 Pete Davidson: From SNL to OMGWTF.
This isn’t just another “funny guy in a scary movie” moment. Pete’s giving us drama, paranoia, and probably a couple of weed jokes in between near-death experiences. Staten Island’s finest is showing off his dark side — and not just his under-eye circles.
So if you’re into haunted hallways, sinister seniors, and the idea of Pete Davidson getting jump-scared by someone in compression socks, this one’s for you.
🍿 The Home hits theaters July 25 — bring your popcorn and your emotional support animal.
Watch the trailer below, but like… maybe leave the lights on. Just in case.
The Chi is officially coming back for Season 8 — yes, EIGHT — which means it’s now part of the TV immortality club right next to Dexter, Weeds, and Homeland. And let’s be real, this show has more staying power than your last situationship.
Paramount+ with Showtime spilled the tea after The Chi’s Season 7 premiere pulled in 2 million viewers in just one week — and no, not 2 million bots, actual humans with taste. That makes it the most-streamed premiere in the show’s history. Who said quality TV is dead? Not us, honey.
At this point, The Chi is basically the Beyoncé of Showtime — just dropping hits and collecting accolades. It’s tied for second-longest-running series on the network, only behind Shameless, which ran for 11 seasons and somehow still left us emotionally unstable.
Created by the ever-iconic Lena Waithe (who clearly doesn’t sleep), the show already had a writers’ room working their magic back in February, which means Season 8 is cooking in the creative crockpot as we speak.
If you’re one of the three people who haven’t watched yet, The Chi follows a crew of South Side Chicago residents who are thrown together by fate, vibes, and a strong craving for connection (and probably Harold’s Chicken). It’s all about survival, love, redemption, and occasionally wild plot twists that make your group chat explode.
The Chi ain’t going anywhere. So grab your remote, prepare your feelings, and remember — eight seasons in TV years is like a hundred in dog years. That’s legacy, baby.
Grab your peppermint lattes and dust off those VHS tapes, because the She’s All That dream team—Rachael Leigh Cook and Freddie Prinze Jr.—are back, baby! And this time, they’re not giving anyone a makeover (probably), but they are giving your lonely holiday heart a fresh new reason to believe in love…again…for like, the 700th time.
Introducing: A Christmas Affair—aka the movie you didn’t know you needed but now can’t live without. This holiday rom-com is coming soon from Fox Entertainment Studios, who clearly heard the collective cry of millennials everywhere screaming, “WHERE ARE THEY NOW?!”
Let’s break it down like it’s 1999:
Rachael plays Natalie, a big-time sportscaster. Freddie plays Gabe, also a big-time sportscaster. They’re both rich, attractive, and very on TV. Tragically (and conveniently), their spouses are caught doing the holiday naughty list shuffle with other people—just weeks before Christmas. The drama! The scandal! The perfect setup for two professionally good-looking people to fall in love under mistletoe and media scrutiny.
As the Christmas chaos unfolds, Natalie and Gabe start catching feelings faster than your aunt downs eggnog. But is it true love… or just a rebound wrapped in tinsel and trauma? We’ll have to tune in to find out, but let’s be real—do we care? WE. ARE. WATCHING.
Hannah Pillemer, a big boss over at Fox, had this to say about the whole situation:
“Fox Entertainment Studios is excited to grant the Christmas wish of countless holiday romcom fans with the long-awaited reunion of Freddie Prinze Jr. and Rachael Leigh Cook.”
Translation: We’ve been sitting on this cinematic gold mine since Y2K and it’s finally time to cash in.
So get ready to cry, laugh, swoon, and scream “OMG it’s them!!!” when this movie drops. Because if this isn’t the rom-com comeback of the century, then honestly—what even is Christmas anymore?
🎄✨ Freddie + Rachael 4ever ✨🎄
BREAKING: Rachael Leigh Cook & Freddie Prinze Jr. Are Back to Make Your Christmas Hot Cocoa Boil Over
The saga of Cardi B and Offset’s off-again is now officially Certified Spicy™. Offset is pulling a full plot twist in this breakup drama by hitting the courts with an amended divorce response — and guess what? He wants spousal support from Ms. “WAP” herself.
Yep, the man who once bought Cardi a Rolls-Royce with a car seat in it is now allegedly like, “Pay me, queen!” After splitting (again!) in 2024 — because true love might be forever, but celebrity marriages sure aren’t — things are heating up legally. Cardi B, ever the multitasker, filed for divorce while pregnant with their second baby (iconic behavior) and has since been flourishing.
Offset, not to be outdone, already asked for joint custody of their kids. But now he’s back, requesting financial support from the rap mogul herself. Because, apparently, Birkin boys need love (and money), too.
According to TMZ (aka the town crier of the celebrity streets), Offset didn’t drop a number on how much he wants from Cardi — just vibes and vague dollar signs. But for context, Cardi is reportedly sitting on a luxurious $80–100 million, while Offset is cruising somewhere near a humble $30 million. Which is still rich, but in rap world, that’s like showing up to the Met Gala in Zara. Cute, but not couture.
Meanwhile, Cardi is out here unbothered, unfazed, and unfiltered — living her best life with her new boo, NFL star Stefon Diggs. The two were seen getting very cozy on a yacht in Miami on Memorial Day, because of course they were. Sun, sea, and a little petty post-divorce glow-up? We stan.
So while Offset is trying to secure the bag from the bag, Cardi’s out here living like an Amazon Prime order: fast, fresh, and already delivered.
Stay tuned — this drama is just heating up, and we wouldn’t be surprised if next week Offset starts an OnlyFans called “Offset the Alimony.” 💅💸
Offset Wants That Cardi Cash: Demands Spousal Support in Divorce Remix!
Hollywood just gained a new royal family: Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence are officially in-laws! And no, this isn’t a buddy cop sequel — this is real life, and their kids low-key pulled a fast one on all of us.
Eddie Murphy’s son Eric Murphy and Martin Lawrence’s daughter Jasmin Lawrence did what every chaotic-good couple dreams of — they said “I do” without 500 distant relatives breathing down their necks and Aunt Cheryl crying too loud. That’s right, these two lovebirds eloped like it was a Nicholas Sparks movie set in Las Vegas.
Eddie dropped the bombshell on The Jennifer Hudson Show, casually mentioning it like he was talking about going to Trader Joe’s:
“Actually, they got married, like, two weeks ago,” he said. “They went off… Everybody was making the big wedding plans, and they decided they wanted to do something quiet with just the two of them.”
So basically, while everyone else was booking flower arches and fighting over the seating chart, Eric and Jasmin were out there pulling a reverse fairytale — skipping the royal wedding and heading straight to the honeymoon.
And now? Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence are in-laws, which means family dinners just got a whole lot funnier (and way more expensive).
“Yeah, we’re in-laws,” Eddie said with a smile that said ‘I dodged a $100K wedding invoice.’ “And [Martin] doesn’t have to pay for that big wedding now.”
WIN-WIN. Love wins. Wallets win. Stress-free wedding planning really wins.
Martin Lawrence also chimed in on the situation with the chillest dad energy ever:
“I think we are both protective. We want the best for our children,” he said. “We let them do their own thing and make their choices and stay out of their business and let them find their way.”
Translation: “We didn’t know they were gonna elope either, but look — nobody passed out and we saved a ton on catering.”
So, there you have it. Hollywood’s comedy kings are now officially family, and we’re just over here hoping the next generation of Lawrences and Murphys ends up in a Netflix sitcom. Or at least a wedding photo shoot with matching Yeezys.
Congrats to Eric & Jasmin! May your marriage be full of love, laughter, and zero group texts about centerpiece options.
Eddie Murphy & Martin Lawrence Are Now In-Laws Thanks to Their Sneaky, Rom-Com-Style Kids
Shawn Mendes is BACK — and this time, he’s celebrating a whole decade of making you cry, swoon, and dramatically stare out car windows like you’re in a music video. Yes, it’s been TEN YEARS since the Canadian heartthrob strummed his first acoustic heartbreak anthem and launched a thousand Tumblr GIFs. To honor this milestone, he’s going “On The Road Again” in 2025. And no, not with Willie Nelson — though that collab would slap.
Mr. Mendes Has Entered His Victory Lap Era
In case you’ve been too busy rewatching old Vine compilations (where this king got his start, btw), Shawn’s reminding us that he’s been serenading us since 2015. And now he’s dusted off the guitar, hydrated with lemon water, and is ready to serve vocals and vulnerability across Europe and North America.
“I’ve had some time off to frolic, journal, and probably drink a matcha or two,” Shawn said, probably while gazing wistfully into the Canadian wilderness. “But now I’m ready to cry-sing on stage again and hug thousands of strangers. Let’s GO.”
Tour Dates: Catch the Mendes Madness in a City Near You
The tour kicks off in Europe in August (because of course he’s doing festivals first — the man knows his crowd), and then he’ll bless North America with his angelic falsetto in September and October.
Here’s the itinerary, AKA a roadmap to emotional chaos:
EUROPEAN LEG:
Aug 2 – Pristina, Kosovo – Sunny Hill Festival (aka Mendes in the hills)
Aug 5 – Kraków, Poland – TAURON Arena
Aug 7 – Budapest, Hungary – Sziget Festival (Get ready to ugly cry in a flower crown)
Aug 9 – Skanderborg, Denmark – Smukfest (yes, that’s the real name and no, we’re not over it)
Aug 12 – Cologne, Germany – LANXESS Arena
Aug 14 – St. Pölten, Austria – Frequency Festival
Aug 16 – London, UK – The O2* (Time to scream-sing “Stitches” like it’s 2016)
Aug 20 – Amsterdam, Netherlands – Ziggo Dome (Ziggo who? Ziggo Shawn.)
Aug 22 – Zürich, Switzerland – Zürich Openair
Aug 26 – Madrid, Spain – Movistar Arena
Aug 28 – Lisbon, Portugal – MEO Arena
Aug 31 – Munich, Germany – Superbloom Festival (Because Mendes is clearly in full bloom)
NORTH AMERICA LEG:
Sept 25 – Boston, MA – TD Garden (bring tissues and a lobster roll)
Sept 28 – Toronto, ON – Budweiser Stage (home turf! Prepare for Canadian excellence)
Oct 1 – Montréal, QC – Bell Centre
Oct 3 – New York, NY – Forest Hills Stadium (where dreams and cheekbones collide)
Oct 8 – Chicago, IL – Huntington Bank Pavilion
Oct 12 – Vancouver, BC – Rogers Arena
Oct 14 – San Francisco, CA – Frost Amphitheater (Shawn, but make it foggy and emotionally chilly)
Oct 17 – Los Angeles, CA – Hollywood Bowl (of course he’s closing it out in LA, where the vibes — and abs — are strong)
Tickets: How to Fight for Your Life in the Presale Hunger Games
Got your emotional support cardigan and crying playlist ready? Good. Because tickets go on sale soon — and you’ll need swift fingers and possibly a prayer to the Ticketmaster gods.
Presale Schedule (mark your calendar, babes):
June 4 at 10am local – Artist Presale (powered by Seated) + O2 Presale (for the London crew)
June 5 at 10am local – Spotify Fans First + Local Venue Presales
General Sale: June 6 at 10am local – For the general public, aka the brave.
TL;DR: Shawn Mendes is celebrating 10 years of making your heart hurt with a world tour. The vibes will be immaculate, the vocals will be angelic, and you’ll probably cry — but like, in a cute way. Get your tickets and prepare to be emotionally wrecked (in the best way possible).
Now go. Fight for those presale codes like your life depends on it. Shawn’s waiting. 💘
Before he starts dodging CGI dinosaurs and giving dead-serious interviews about “themes of evolution and humanity”, Jonathan Bailey decided to take a break and live his best la dolce vita life. Because let’s be honest—who wouldn’t want to be sipping fancy drinks on a rooftop in Italy instead of pretending to be chased by a T-Rex in front of a green screen?
The Bridgerton-blessed, stage-slaying, dino-dodging king himself, Jonathan Bailey, was spotted luxuriating in Santa Cesarea Terme, Puglia, on Monday, May 26. Yes, you heard right. While you were microwaving leftovers in your sad little kitchen, Jonathan was perched on a coastal rooftop, sippin’ on a Martini Bianco Spritz, looking like he invented relaxation.
He wasn’t alone either—he had a friend with him, probably someone equally fabulous, because fabulous people don’t vacation solo. They vacation in pairs, with matching sunglasses and mysterious laughter that echoes over the Adriatic.
Now, before you start judging his vacation glow-up, know this: he earned it. Jonathan just finished playing a tortured royal in the West End’s Richard II. That’s Shakespeare, babes. He’s been monologuing in iambic pentameter while wearing velvet robes under hot stage lights. He deserves this spritz.
But the tranquility won’t last long. Our boy is about to go full chaos mode for the press tour of Jurassic World: Rebirth, roaring into theaters July 2. Which means soon he’ll be answering 500 variations of “What was it like working with the dinosaurs?” and dodging spoiler questions like he’s dodging Velociraptors.
Also, in case your brain missed the true luxury flex in this story—Jonathan was dressed head-to-toe in full designer armor: Gucci polo, Valentino pants, Bottega Veneta shoes. If style were a dinosaur, Jonathan Bailey would be a couture-clad velociraptor on the runway of Milan Fashion Week. Chic. Deadly. Spritz-powered.
Jonathan Bailey is out here vacationing like the Roman gods intended, getting tan and tipsy before the Jurassic madness begins. And honestly? Mood.
Jonathan Bailey Is Sipping Spritzes in Italy Like a Roman Emperor Before Dino Duty Begins
Ana de Armas just strutted her way into the inferno of Hot Ones, a.k.a. the show where celebrities pretend ghost pepper hot sauce doesn’t hurt while slowly unraveling emotionally in front of Sean Evans, the calmest man alive.
The Ballerina star served sass, stunts, secrets—and yes—some piping-hot projectile gossip (literally) involving Chris Evans’ unfairly symmetrical face. Buckle up, buttercup.
On Making John Wick Fights Look Like Elegant Pain Ballet:
Ana was like, “You know what the John Wick franchise needs? More pirouettes and more emotional trauma in every roundhouse kick.” Basically, she wanted her character in Ballerina to twirl, punch, and suffer like a graceful ninja who just stubbed her toe for two hours straight.
“It’s the kind of action where you’re like ‘Omg this is horrible but also kinda slay??’ You cover your eyes, but then peek through your fingers like you’re watching Dance Moms meets Kill Bill.”
She said it had to hurt. It had to feel. Sis wanted ballet with blood. And honestly? Oscar.
On the Singing Scene That Haunted Her Soul:
Apparently, in Ron Howard’s Eden, Ana had to sing. Like…with her real voice. Not a fake one. Not AI. Not dubbed. The audacity.
“I told Ron, ‘Babe, I’m not Ariana Grande, let’s not do this.’ And Ron said, ‘No sweetie, if it’s bad, it’s good.’ Like…Sir, that’s what my ex said about his haircut.”
So instead of lip-syncing like a sensible diva, Ana had to belt her heart out in front of a bunch of fellow actors who, to make things worse, were stone-cold sober. She said she’d rather throw herself down a flight of stairs 100 times than sing that one song again. Respect.
On How Hollywood Just Happened to Her:
Ana didn’t plan to conquer Tinseltown—Hollywood basically just opened the door and said, “Girl, get in, loser, we’re doing movies.”
“I never really planned to be in LA. I just kinda showed up like that friend who crashes your vacation and ends up becoming the main character.”
Now she’s working with icons, stealing scenes, and pinching herself regularly (unclear if metaphorically or literally). Either way, she’s humbled but still fabulous.
On Vomiting on Chris Evans Like It’s a National Holiday:
Ah yes. The cinematic gold from Knives Out—when Ana had to yak on America’s Sweetheart™.
“Props made me a buffet of fake vomit—chunky, smooth, fruity, spicy—Top Chef but make it regurgitation. And then, boom, all over Captain America’s jawline.”
Everyone gathered like it was a halftime show. Even director Rian Johnson came out like, “Get his cheekbone, make it artistic.”
Chris took it like a champ because honestly, who wouldn’t want Ana de Armas throwing blended banana-soup on them?
On Watching Herself on Screen (Spoiler: She Hates It):
Ana says watching herself on screen is a personal form of medieval torture.
“I literally forget the question mid-answer. That’s how stressful it is.”
She’s working on seeing the full picture, trying not to hyper-fixate on the way her left eyebrow twitched in frame 472. Perfectionist vibes. Virgo energy. Love that for her.
Ana de Armas is the ballet-kicking, hot-sauce-chugging, Chris Evans-vomming legend we didn’t know we needed in 2025. Somebody give her an Emmy, an Oscar, and a nap.
Coming next: Who else has barfed on Chris Evans? A growing list. 👀
The ladies of And Just Like That… have parachuted into Paris and turned the City of Light into the City of Slay.
Yes, our beloved glamazons—Sarah Jessica Parker, Cynthia Nixon, Kristin Davis, Nicole Ari Parker, and Sarita “Always Serving” Choudhury—descended upon the French capital to promote Season 3 of the show that taught us it’s totally normal to spend your rent money on Manolos.
Wednesday (May 28): The girl gang hit a premiere looking like they just stepped off a couture cloud sent directly from Mount Fashion Olympus.
Thursday (May 29): Another photo call, another slay. The Eiffel Tower actually filed for retirement after seeing their looks. Said it couldn’t compete. Respect.
🚨BREAKING NEWS: Season 3 just dropped on Max today! Go watch it faster than Carrie Bradshaw runs in heels when she spots a sample sale. Oh, and in a plot twist bigger than Big ghosting Carrie post-heart surgery, three cast members are not returning. Drama? In And Just Like That…? Groundbreaking.
And now, your official red carpet drip report (or should we say champagne carpet, because this is Paris, honey):
👠 Sarah Jessica Parker – She came in hot like French summer in head-to-toe Dior, proving yet again she is fashion. Honestly, if you listen closely, you can hear Anna Wintour weeping in the distance.
🌸 Kristin Davis – Showed up in a floral fantasy from Rixof, reminding us that Charlotte York-Goldenblatt is still the human embodiment of brunch in a Central Park conservatory.
🌹 Nicole Ari Parker – Wearing Magda Butrym, Nicole served “rich woman on her third honeymoon” vibes. I personally curtsied just looking at her.
🚨 Cynthia Nixon – Rocked A.W.A.K.E. Mode, which is either a fashion brand or what you chant to your soul after a red-eye flight to Paris.
✨ Sarita Choudhury – Floated in wearing Lela Rose, looking like the CEO of Sensual Mystery and probably smelling like sandalwood and secrets.
Paris is still Paris, but with these women in town, it just became Paris 2.0: Croissants & Couture. Merci and you’re welcome.
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Brad Pitt, aka Hollywood’s most charming 61-year-old golden retriever in human form, just dropped some rare and juicy tea about his relationship with actual goddessInes de Ramon, 32. And no, according to Brad, their love story isn’t some PR stunt cooked up by a team of publicists in a boardroom surrounded by scented candles and vision boards.
Let’s rewind. These two impossibly attractive people have been linked since November 2022, which in celebrity dating years is basically a decade. They’ve done the whole we’re-not-official-but-let’s-hold-hands-in-public thing, most notably at the British Grand Prix in July 2024 (because nothing says romance like race cars and ear-splitting engine roars).
And then BAM — they made their red carpet debut at the Venice Film Festival in September 2024, just casually looking like the genetically blessed couple from a perfume ad.
Naturally, GQ slid into interview mode and asked Brad if the whole “debut at the F1 race” thing was planned like some kind of slow-burn soft launch into the public eye.
Brad, who is currently promoting his new movie F1 (yes, it’s literally about fast cars and possibly feelings), laughed and basically said: “Chill, it’s not that deep.”
“No, dude, it’s not that calculated,” Brad said, clearly imagining the chaos of living life like a Kardashian Pinterest board. “If you’re living—oh my God—how exhausting would that be? If you’re living with making those kinds of calculations? No, life just evolves. Relationships evolve.”
Translation: Brad’s too busy being effortlessly cool, aging like a $10,000 bottle of champagne, and vibing with Ines to stage a relationship rollout. This isn’t chess, babe. It’s just hot people doing hot people things and letting the paparazzi catch the occasional PDA.
Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon are just out here, thriving, glowing, and not planning a single thing, which is somehow more iconic than if they had.
Stay tuned for their next casual slay in public — possibly on a yacht, possibly in matching linen, definitely while the rest of us are eating cereal in sweatpants.
Brad Pitt Says Dating Ines de Ramon Isn’t Part of a Master Plan, Just Happens to Be Effortlessly IconicBrad Pitt Says Dating Ines de Ramon Isn’t Part of a Master Plan, Just Happens to Be Effortlessly Iconic
So, picture this: You’re at the 2025 American Music Awards, dressed like you’re about to run into Zendaya and God at the same time. You’re hyped. You’re ready. The lights go down. The announcer yells, “And now… Blake Shelton LIVE!”
The crowd roars. The stage lights up. And then… BAM!
It’s a video. A big ol’ pre-recorded video of Blake and Gwen Stefani crooning like it’s 2004 and they just discovered HD. No Blake. No Gwen. Just pixels, baby.
Naturally, the internet did what the internet does best: spiral into outrage with the speed of a Taylor Swift album drop. One fan on TikTok summed it up best:
“THEY SAID BLAKE WAS LIVE. THEY LIED. THE STAGE LIT UP LIKE HE WAS THERE, THEN BAM, IT’S A MOVIE SCREEN.”
Translation: emotional damage.
But don’t worry, Blake Shelton – country king, hair gel enthusiast, and former Voice chair decorator – took to Twitter (yes, it still exists) to address the drama like the chill uncle at a barbecue who just wants to grill in peace:
“Just now seeing these stories about Gwen and I pretaping our performances for the AMA’s. We came and performed when the show asked us to.. Really nothing else to say. 🤷♂️”
Which, in country speak, loosely translates to: “Y’all, the AMAs said ‘jump,’ we jumped. But like… on a Tuesday in a studio. Not on live TV. Don’t shoot the messenger.”
Gwen Stefani, meanwhile, has yet to comment, probably because she’s too busy looking flawless and turning plaid into couture.
Blake and Gwen pre-taped.
Fans were bamboozled.
Twitter caught fire.
Blake gave a shrug emoji.
Tune in next year when award shows start projecting holograms like it’s Coachella 2049.
Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re off to pre-record our disappointment.
Just now seeing these stories about Gwen and I pretaping our performances for the AMA’s. We came and performed when the show asked us to.. Really nothing else to say. 🤷♂️
In a scene straight out of Keeping Up with the Élysée Palace, French President Emmanuel Macron and his wife Brigitte decided to add some turbulence to their touchdown in Vietnam — and no, it wasn’t the airplane.
As the presidential plane landed like a royal baguette delivery, cameras were rolling when Emmanuel, 47, popped his head out like a croissant emerging from the oven — only to get palm-checked right in the face. And the alleged mystery shover? None other than Brigitte, 72, casually stepping into frame in a power-red jacket that screamed, “I’m not mad, I’m just très disappointed.”
Now, before you think this is a new political TikTok challenge — “#PresidentialPush” — let’s break down the drama with the help of LipReader Analysis, aka the Sherlock Holmes of silent side-eyes.
According to the lip-reading legend:
“As the aircraft door opens, President Macron turns to Brigitte — probably to ask if his tie is straight — and boom! She hits him with the classic French face-nudge heard ’round the world. Realizing they’re basically on live TV, Macron throws up a panic-wave like ‘Bonjour, totally fine here, just a casual assault from my wife, lol.’”
But wait, there’s more.
Apparently, Monsieur Président then tiptoes toward Madame Macron with all the charm of a rejected mime. He mumbles something, she death-glares, and the awkwardness is so thick you could butter it.
Lip Reader McGossip continues:
“At the top of the stairs, he offers his arm, like the gentleman he still desperately wants to be. She ghost-arm ignores him and grabs the railing like it owes her money. As she struts past, she mutters — and this is where it gets juicy — ‘Dégage, espèce de loser,’ which translates to ‘Back off, you loser.’”
Iconic. Brigitte said what every French woman says when her man tries anything after she’s already over it.
Macron, wounded but still clutching his dignity like a Louis Vuitton clutch, allegedly hits her back with, ‘Essayons, s’il te plaît’ (“Let’s try, please?”).
And Brigitte, in full Ice Queen mode, just hits him with a ‘Non.’
That’s it. That’s the tweet.
Finally, our tragic romantic hero turns to the camera, whispers ‘Je vois’ (“I see”), and basically invents a new form of silent heartbreak. The kind only world leaders and romantic poets from 1842 know.
Bravo just unlocked the first six minutes of Next Gen NYC — a reality show so full of drama, legacy, and espresso martinis, it makes Succession look like a polite tea party. And yes, it’s giving “I didn’t choose the nepo life, the nepo life chose me.”
🎥 The Plot (aka vibes):
This glittery chaosfest follows a crew of photogenic, brunch-addicted 20-somethings who were either born on a Housewives reunion set or just happened to crawl into one by osmosis. Their life mission? To vaguely adult in Manhattan — you know, like pay rent (with trust fund money), launch a podcast (about healing or whatever), and emotionally spiral while wearing couture.
✨ The Cast (a.k.a. The Next Gen Nepo-nati):
Ariana Biermann – Proof Kim Zolciak’s wig line is a bloodline.
Brooks Marks – Has a tracksuit empire and a dream. Mostly a tracksuit empire.
Gia Giudice – She woke up in the same reality show, just with fewer legal documents.
Ava Dash – Fashion, flair, and Dash DNA.
Charlie Zakkour – The wildcard. We don’t know what he does but he’s there and he’s thriving.
Oh, and surprise! Meredith Marks from RHOSLC slides in with her signature deadpan glam and her children like, “Mom… stop.”
📺 Official Logline (but funnier): Next Gen NYC follows a group of fame-adjacent kids who’ve traded baby bottles for bottle service. Watch them laugh, cry, and emotionally unravel over oat milk lattes while trying to turn brunch into a brand. Between launching skincare lines nobody asked for and texting their exes on live TV, these almost-adults are out to prove they can conquer New York — or at least find decent Wi-Fi in SoHo.
Featuring even more chaos courtesy of:
Riley Burruss – Daughter of Kandi Burruss, Grammy winner, and mom who doesn’t play.
Emira D’Spain – Serving influencer realness with a side of unbothered.
Shai Fruchter – Definitely has a storyline and we’ll pretend we know what it is.
Georgia McCann – Already giving us drama in the group chat.
Hudson McLeroy – Probably has an art gallery opening in Bushwick every week.
📅 When to Cancel Plans You Were Never Gonna Go To Anyway:
Set your alarms (or at least pretend you’re setting them) for Tuesday, June 3 at 9PM ET/PT on Bravo — and if you’re more of a “watch with one eye while doom-scrolling TikTok” type, it’ll hit Peacock the next day.
So grab your ring light, pour an espresso martini, and prepare to scream “WHO RAISED YOU?!” at your TV in the most loving way possible.
Welcome to Next Gen NYC.
It’s not a phase. It’s a reality show.
Mariska Hargitay, our queen of emotionally-charged monologues and dramatic courtroom exits, is officially entering her mogul era. That’s right: the Law & Order: SVU legend is launching her own production company, Mighty Entertainment, because, you know, being a TV icon for 25 seasons just wasn’t ambitious enough.
At a fabulous 61 years old (and still looking like she moisturizes with unicorn tears), Mariska decided it was time to add “CEO” to her resume. Mighty Entertainment will crank out both scripted and unscripted TV and film projects. Translation: drama, documentaries, reality shows, and probably at least one feel-good series that makes you cry in a Trader Joe’s parking lot.
In her official statement, which is somehow both poetic and powerful enough to be stitched onto a throw pillow at Oprah’s house, Mariska said:
“At Mighty Entertainment, we aim to tell stories that connect us to our courage, curiosity, and compassion.”
Girl. Yes. Say it louder for the people in the back of the writers’ room. She added that storytelling is both a “mandate and an invitation,” which is just fancy talk for “I’ve got a lot to say, and y’all better listen.”
But don’t panic, SVU fans — Olivia Benson isn’t retiring her badge anytime soon. She told IconicHipster.com that launching Mighty is just a chic little side hustle:
“It’s a beautiful way to balance what I do with SVU… and scratch that itch of doing something completely different.”
Mariska said there are still so many stories to tell — especially the ones that make the world feel “safer, cozier, and give hope.” Honestly, this woman is out here trying to be your therapist, your fairy godmother, and your executive producer all at once.
The company’s debut project? A little tearjerker called My Mom Jayne, which premiered at the actual Cannes Film Festival like the cinematic main character moment it is. This emotional doc dives into the life of Mariska’s real-life mom, legendary actress Jayne Mansfield, and drops on HBO June 27 — so prepare to cancel all your weekend plans and cry into your gold-rimmed rosé glass.
Mariska closed out her announcement with a mic drop:
“Making My Mom Jayne showed me that the universal can grow out of the personal…”
Translation: “I turned my family trauma into prestige content, and you’re gonna love it.”
So buckle up, Hollywood — Mighty Entertainment is here, and Mariska’s not just playing a boss on TV anymore. She is the boss. And as always, we are just grateful to be living in her Emmy-winning shadow.
Mariska Hargitay Is Starting a Production Company Because Apparently Running SVU Isn’t Enough Boss Energy for Her Anymore
So, in case you missed it (and if you did, bless your heart), Tory Lanez recently got himself into a bit of a mess in prison, and oh boy, it was caught on camera. Like, full-on Hollywood action movie stuff—but way, way grittier. IconicHipster.com got their hands on the footage, and of course, it’s gone viral faster than you can say “Tory, stop making bad decisions.”
In the video, we see the 32-year-old rapper getting accidentally knocked to the ground by another inmate—cue the dramatic music. The attacker doesn’t just let him lay there, though. Nope, he jumps on top of Tory like it’s WWE and starts throwing some serious punches, or—wait, is that a stabbing motion? Yup, 100% a stabbing motion. No one told him “keep it chill.”
Tory, in a move that says, “I’ve never taken an L in my life,” starts kicking his legs around like he’s trying to power-up in a Mario Kart race. Classic Tory. He then dashes down the stairs like he’s in a movie where the protagonist narrowly escapes a life-threatening situation—except no one told him the scene needed to be shot in slow motion for maximum dramatic effect.
Screenshots of the incident? Oh, you know they’re popping up all over the internet, with Tory looking like a crime scene—covered in blood but somehow still recognizable thanks to his iconic gun tattoo on his stomach. Nothing says “I’ve been through a lot” like a tattoo that screams, “I was involved in some questionable decisions.”
Now for the juicy details: Tory got stabbed 14 times (yep, 14—this man really had it coming for him). Seven stabs to the back, four to the torso, and three to the head. You know, just a regular Tuesday at the California Correctional Institution in Tehachapi, no biggie. But don’t worry, he was rushed to the hospital, patched up, and back to prison faster than a fast-food delivery. He even got moved to a different prison shortly afterward. Talk about bad luck with roommates.
As for the guy who stabbed him, Santino Casio, he told TMZ he heard whispers that Tory was planning to make a move on him. When Tory walked his way one fateful day, Santino swore he saw something in Tory’s pocket that might have been a weapon—so he thought, “Better safe than sorry,” and went full-on defensive. Hey, at least he’s proactive.
For anyone who’s been living under a rock: Tory was sentenced to 10 years in prison last August for shooting Megan Thee Stallion back in 2020. When it came time to apologize to Megan? Nah, not his style. He said, “Not today, Satan.”
So yeah, that’s the saga of Tory Lanez getting stabbed in prison. Will he make it through this unscathed? Who knows, but something tells me his luck’s not exactly trending upwards right now.
Brad Pitt is finally opening up about that little thing called his divorce from Angelina Jolie. After an epic 8-year saga that had more drama than an entire season of The Bachelor, Brad is speaking out. And spoiler alert: he’s not exactly throwing a confetti party over it.
The 61-year-old F1 heartthrob sat down with GQ to discuss his feelings now that his divorce is, technically, “finalized.” You know, the legal part of it that only took 8 YEARS. And when asked if he felt any sort of “relief” about the whole thing, Brad just kinda shrugged it off like a guy who just realized he accidentally left his house key inside… while wearing no pants.
“No, I don’t think it was that major of a thing,” Brad said with all the excitement of someone who’s just found out their avocado is ripe. “Just something coming to fruition. Legally.” Wow, riveting stuff, Brad. Riveting.
Let’s back up for a second. It took eight years for Brad and Angelina—the iconic, “Brangelina”—to finally wrap up their divorce, which was first initiated by Angelina in September 2016. That’s nearly a decade of lawyers, paperwork, and… possibly a lot of wine. But hey, no big deal, right?
And let’s talk kids! These two share six children—Maddox (23), Pax (21), Zahara (20), Shiloh (19), and the ever-glamorous twins, Knox and Vivienne (16). And… plot twist—none of them are reportedly speaking to Brad. Yeah, turns out a few of them have even dropped his last name. So, there’s that. Family bonding, right?
Angelina’s legal team was all over this too, releasing a statement that basically screamed, “This has been a long time coming, but hey, at least one chapter is finally closed.” They said, “More than eight years ago, Angelina filed for divorce from Mr. Pitt. She and the children left all of the properties they had shared with Mr. Pitt, and since that time, she has focused on finding peace and healing for their family. This is just one part of a long ongoing process that started eight years ago. Frankly, Angelina is exhausted, but she is relieved this one part is over.” Oh, don’t worry, Angelina, you’ve got this—just maybe a few more therapy sessions first.
As for Brad, his rep was as tight-lipped as a secret agent in a spy movie. No comment on the settlement. Classic Brad move, right? Keep ‘em guessing.
So, Brad’s divorce from Angelina may be “legally” wrapped up, but emotionally? Let’s just say he’s about as emotionally invested in it as he is in choosing between a latte or an espresso.
Stay tuned, guys, for the next twist in the Brangelina saga—who knows, maybe it’ll take another eight years to get there!
Brad Pitt Finally Talks About Finalizing His Divorce from Angelina After 8 Years (And Honestly, He’s Just Kinda… Meh About It)Brad Pitt Finally Talks About Finalizing His Divorce from Angelina After 8 Years (And Honestly, He’s Just Kinda… Meh About It)Brad Pitt Finally Talks About Finalizing His Divorce from Angelina After 8 Years (And Honestly, He’s Just Kinda… Meh About It)Brad Pitt Finally Talks About Finalizing His Divorce from Angelina After 8 Years (And Honestly, He’s Just Kinda… Meh About It)
Cassie, the legendary “Me & U” singer, just went ahead and dropped her third bundle of joy with husband Alex Fine on Tuesday, May 27. Like, hello, baby, you just had to make an entrance right after your mom was busy absolutely slaying in a courtroom battle with her ex, Diddy. Talk about multitasking, right?
The little one decided to make an early debut at a New York City hospital. Yup, TMZ spilled the tea on that one, so we know it’s legit.
Mother and Baby: Status – Fabulous.
Apparently, both Cassie and the new baby are living their best lives, healthy and glowing—though the baby decided to show up a bit ahead of schedule. So, a little early, but like, who’s counting? No word yet on the name, so we’ll just assume it’s something as chic and fabulous as “Starlight Supreme” or “Billionaire Baby.”
Surprise! Cassie’s Labor Was Like, “Surprise, You’re Having a Baby!”
Cassie was rushed to the hospital in true “I’m about to be a mom again” fashion, no biggie. And here’s a fun little detail: the woman was literally in the middle of testifying against Diddy in court when the judge had to step in and be like, “Okay, Cassie, you’re gonna have to wrap this up, ‘cause we don’t want you to give birth in the witness box, do we?” Classy move, judge.
Cassie made the announcement back in February—because she knows how to make a statement—by having her two older kids, Frankie and Sunny, plant kisses on her belly. #FamilyGoals
Oh, and for the record, she and Alex tied the knot in 2019, not too long after her epic exit from the Diddy drama. Talk about a glow-up!
Cassie’s lawyer, Doug Wigdor, gave TMZ the exclusive after Cassie wrapped up her testimony: “She’s literally about to have a baby.” So yeah, apparently, it was go-time. But hey, nothing says “I’ve got this” like wrapping up a trial and still giving birth like a pro.
Congrats to the Fine family! Another baby to raise, spoil, and make even cooler than the last one. 🍼🎉
Cue the disco lights and courtroom drama music, because this billionaire breakup is juicier than a Real Housewives reunion in a sauna. Legendary music mogul David Geffen, 82 years young and worth a casual $8.7 billion (yes, with a “B”), is in the middle of a divorce that’s turning into a Beverly Hills bonanza of legal tea.
His soon-to-be ex-husband, Donovan Michaels — a 32-year-old former go-go dancer who likely danced his way into Geffen’s heart and possibly his offshore accounts — just filed some spicy new legal docs that basically scream, “Show me the money!”
According to TMZ, Donovan’s attorney, Samantha Spector (yes, the celeb lawyer who probably has a loyalty card at the L.A. Superior Court), checked the very special box that says, “Judge, we need to talk about the money. All of it. Even the quasi stuff.”
Let’s break this down: David Geffen hasn’t worked in over 15 years because when you’re richer than Atlantis, you don’t need a 9-to-5 — you just collect dividends and occasionally sell off a mansion the size of a football stadium. But even if he’s lounging in linen and living on passive income, Donovan says, “Excuse me, I danced for this. I deserve spousal support.” And plot twist — David already agreed to it in the original divorce filing. Supportive king? Or just trying to avoid courtroom chaos?
Now, here’s where it gets super Kardashian-level messy: there’s no prenup. Zip. Nada. Not a single protective clause. That means the door is WIDE open for Donovan to potentially walk away with half of whatever they made while married — which, to be fair, might include a couple of yachts, three Picasso originals, and a Calabasas zip code.
California law says that because they were married for just under two years (a.k.a. 14 minutes in celebrity time), Donovan can only get one year of spousal support. But with no prenup? The legal wrangling over what’s considered “community property” could get messier than a $2 margarita night at a Vegas wedding chapel.
So stay tuned. Whether this ends in a quiet cash-out or a courtroom cage match, one thing’s for sure: when billionaires break up with their 32-year-old go-go dancer husbands, the drama is RICH.
Billionaire David Geffen’s Ex Go-Go Boy Hubby Wants a Slice of the $8.7 Billion Pie — And There’s No Prenup in Sight, Darling!
La La Anthony just pulled up to Watch What Happens Live and dropped some frosty little updates about the friendship that once was between Kim Kardashian and Larsa “I’ve Got Abs and Opinions” Pippen.
So there La La was, posted up in front of Andy Cohen (the King of Stirring the Pot with a Smile), when he casually asked if she’s still chatting it up with The Real Housewives of Miami diva herself, Larsa P.
La La blinked, sipped her glam, and said (basically), “Girl, who? I haven’t seen Larsa in like… I don’t know… a whole calendar year? I don’t go to Miami much. It’s not really giving beach vibes—it’s giving I have other things to do.”
Andy, the professional chaos coordinator he is, followed up with the shadiest question of all: “So is Larsa still part of the Kim K Cinematic Universe™?”
La La gave us a head shake so sharp, it could slice a cucumber. “I don’t see her. I don’t see her,” she said, basically channeling every person who blocks an ex on Instagram. Then she looked Andy dead in the face and added, “Andy, you messy! The way you ask questions with that poker face—it’s diabolical!” (We love a woman who tells the truth.)
Now, if you’ve forgotten the Great Unfollowing of 2020—bless your drama-free heart—here’s a quick refresher: back in July of that year, eagle-eyed fans noticed that Kim and the Kardashian Sisters Three (Kourtney, Khloé, and Passive Aggressive Caption Energy) were no longer following Larsa on Instagram. Dun dun dun.
In true passive-aggressive PR fashion, Larsa popped onto her Insta Story and served a slice of “I’m unbothered” pie:
“I woke up this morning blessed and saw that everyone is worried about who I follow or unfollow. I’m focusing on my kids, my workout empire, and people who text me back in real life.”
Translation: I see the shade, and I raise you a soft launch of my new business venture.
Later, the plot thickened when Larsa basically blamed Kanye “I Might Interrupt Your Award Speech” West for the friend-breakup. Fast-forward to December 2021, and she said she and Kim were “in a good place”—which sounds suspiciously like the thing you say when you don’t want to burn bridges but also don’t want to RSVP to their birthday dinner.
And in case you’re wondering: yes, Larsa is back on The Real Housewives of Miami, and yes, Season 7 is coming soon, because Bravo never lets a feud die—they just give it a confessional and a beach backdrop.
So what did we learn here today, friends?
Friendships fade. Instagram follows are weaponized. And Andy Cohen is still the undisputed heavyweight champ of calmly poking drama with a diamond-encrusted stick.
Suge Knight just called in from prison and gave the most unhinged courtroom commentary since Amber Heard’s dog stepped on that bee.
During a prison phoner with NewsNation’s Cuomo (yes, that Cuomo), Suge decided to put his prison-approved Bluetooth headset to good use and chime in on Diddy’s whole sex trafficking situation. And plot twist? He says Diddy should “definitely walk.”
“Puffy and I are not friends,” Suge says, probably from a cell that has better reception than my apartment. “But Puffy should definitely walk.”
Translation: We’re not besties, but the man deserves a break. (Also, did anyone else just hear Tupac roll over?)
Wait, Who’s Capricorn?
Oh honey, buckle up.
Suge went from legal expert to Hot Mess Express historian in 0.2 seconds and started name-dropping like he was on a reunion episode of Love & Hip Hop: Prison Edition.
He brought up Capricorn Clark, Diddy’s former assistant, and immediately launched into a story so confusing, you’d think it was ghostwritten by a fever dream.
Apparently, Capricorn once broke the back windshield of a truck owned by a dude named Reggie Wright Jr. (who, I guess, is Suge’s personal Voldemort). The story devolves into extortion, taxes, and something about Interscope allegedly cutting Capricorn a million-dollar hush-hush check. The twist? She got mad because… wait for it… she had to pay taxes on it.
“She thought it was a settlement where she didn’t have to pay taxes on it,” Suge repeats twice, because even behind bars, the IRS lives rent-free in everyone’s mind.
“Do I Think Capricorn Is Credible?” — Suge’s Answer: ✨Kinda Not Really But Also Maybe✨
Suge continues his TED Talk on credibility by describing a night in New York where he was just chillin’ in the streets with Capricorn and “another b****.” That’s his wording, not ours. And apparently, there were restaurants involved, limos (duh), and general gallivanting. So naturally, he’s confused about her claims of fearing Diddy, when she was out here living like the unofficial fourth member of Sex and the City.
Also, Suge casually drops this gem:
“She said it over and over and over, ‘I don’t want to have sex with this fat f***.’”
He immediately self-corrects, unsure if he can cuss, which is adorable, considering the rest of the call was basically the audio version of a burning dumpster filled with non-disclosure agreements.
The Grand Finale: “The Law Gotta Be Blind!”
Suge ends his monologue by putting on his glittering robe of righteousness, saying it’s wrong that only Diddy is in the hot seat.
“At some point, the law gotta be blind,” Suge preaches, like a philosopher who once allegedly hung Vanilla Ice over a balcony.
And he’s not wrong — this entire scandal is serving multi-platinum levels of confusion, contradiction, and conspiracy.
TL;DR:
Suge Knight called in from prison like a jailhouse Wendy Williams.
He says Diddy should be free because… well, reasons.
Capricorn Clark’s involvement sounds like a crossover between Scandal and Judge Judy.
There were limos. There were broken windows. There were taxes.
Suge may or may not be trying to launch a second career as a courtroom commentator for TMZ.
So yeah, just another totally normal day in hip-hop’s legal circus.
Stay tuned, stay bougie, and for the love of God, keep your windshields intact.
In a move that rocked America’s morning routines and left Al Roker blinking in slow motion, our beloved sunshine-in-human-form Hoda Kotb has officially peaced out from the Today Show. Yes, guys, Hoda has hung up her coffee mug and swapped live TV chaos for chaotic school drop-offs, emotional breakthroughs, and meditation at 4:30 a.m. (which, to her, is sleeping in — relatable queen of the unhinged schedule!).
So, why did Hoda really wave goodbye to Rockefeller Plaza? Was it Matt Lauer’s ghost? Did Savannah steal her lunch again? Was she just finally tired of wearing pants before sunrise? Nope — it was heartbreakingly wholesome: she wanted more time with her kids and her sanity.
The Farewell Parade of Legends and Tear-Stained Mascara 💔✨
When Hoda made her dramatic exit in January, it wasn’t just any ol’ goodbye. It was like the Met Gala met Oprah’s Favorite Things. Maria Shriver popped up. Simone Biles did a triple flip. Andy Cohen brought the Bravo energy. Jimmy Fallon probably cried in falsetto. And yes, Kathie Lee Gifford appeared like a vintage Chardonnay-aged fairy godmother.
But what does Hoda remember most? Her own soul cracking like a gluten-free cookie under pressure. “When you say goodbye to something you love, even though it’s right, it’s like your heart’s broken and on display,” she said, while we sobbed into our iced oat lattes.
Jenna Bush: Emotionally Unstable and Lovingly Cradled
Apparently, Jenna Bush Hager straight-up short-circuited on camera, bursting into tears and rocking Hoda’s 8-year-old daughter like a grief-stricken lullaby machine. Meanwhile, Hoda’s daughter Haley was like, “I think Auntie Jenna needs a juice box and a nap.” Who’s parenting who here, guys?
Introducing: Joy 101 – Because Hoda’s Still Woke at 4:30 A.M.
Now that she’s not wrestling with NYC traffic before dawn, Hoda is living her best soft life. She’s launched Joy 101, which is basically Goop if Goop had a soul. There’s an app, live events, newsletters — all about finding peace, joy, and not screaming into the void over spilled Paw Patrol cereal. We love that for her.
She’s also realized that life isn’t the big flashy stuff — it’s watching your kid sing “What a Wonderful World” off-key at 9:15 a.m. in pajamas with yogurt in their hair. Honestly? Core memory unlocked.
Hope’s Health: Real Talk, Real Strength 💪🏽
Hoda’s youngest daughter, Hope, is currently navigating type 1 diabetes — and she’s doing it like the tiny, sassy warrior she is. “Four to five shots a day. Every day. For a year,” Hoda shared, adding that even though other kids can chomp on sweets like it’s Willy Wonka’s factory, they’ve had to build a new normal.
But Hope? She’s not just surviving. She’s THRIVING. “Diabetes is part of her, but it’s not all of her,” Hoda said, possibly while standing on a mountaintop with wind in her hair and epic music playing in the background.
Mom Life, But Make It Enlightened™
Hoda realized she couldn’t keep being everything to everyone and be the 24/7 snack distributor, nurse, therapist, and sleepover host that mom life requires. So she quit her job to be the Beyoncé of her own household. Respect.
Also, let’s not ignore her daughters’ reaction to Mom being around all the time now: “We love her! But also… where’s the nanny?” There’s a split verdict on her constant presence, but let’s be honest — we’d all want Hoda Kotb around if we scraped our knee or needed a spontaneous affirmation.
What Does Hoda Do All Day Now?
Wakes up at 4:30 a.m. and calls it sleeping in
Journals like she’s about to publish a memoir called “The Zen of Me”
Walks her kids to school in stylish sneakers
Plays tennis like Serena’s chill cousin
Casually strums a guitar because, why not?
Joins suburban moms on post-dinner walks to discuss granola, gossip, and spiritual awakenings
At night, Hoda transforms into a human cuddle sandwich, with both daughters snuggled into her like sleepy burritos. “I sleep in the middle,” she said, “which is not my favorite sleeping position — but worth it.”
And when her daughters run up to her window mid-pretend workday just to make heart shapes with their hands? That’s her Emmy now.
Moral of the story? Hoda Kotb left one of the most iconic TV gigs on the planet — not for fame, not for clout, but for love, wellness, and walking groups with emotionally secure moms in yoga pants. And we are so here for it. 💖
BREAKING: Hoda Kotb Ditches the ‘Today Show’ for Mom Life, Meditation, and Suburban Strolls with the PTA MomsBREAKING: Hoda Kotb Ditches the ‘Today Show’ for Mom Life, Meditation, and Suburban Strolls with the PTA MomsBREAKING: Hoda Kotb Ditches the ‘Today Show’ for Mom Life, Meditation, and Suburban Strolls with the PTA MomsBREAKING: Hoda Kotb Ditches the ‘Today Show’ for Mom Life, Meditation, and Suburban Strolls with the PTA Moms
Stop what you’re doing, put down your iced matcha, and take a seat on something velvet — because Miley Cyrus just pulled off the most exclusive surprise since Kris Jenner invented the phrase “you’re doing amazing, sweetie.” 💋
The 32-year-old pop rock priestess of the apocalypse (aka the “End of the World” songstress) teamed up with TikTok — the app that raised Gen Z and broke every millennial’s attention span — for a bougie secret bash at none other than the Chateau Marmont on Tuesday, May 27. Yes, that Chateau Marmont. The one where LA dreams are born, ruined, and then reborn again with better cheek filler.
Why the occasion? Glad you asked, sweetheart. Miley’s got a new album called “Something Beautiful” dropping May 30, and instead of doing a basic press tour like a peasant, she went full pop princess and invited handpicked fans via TikTok comments like a chaotic Disney villainess with a Wi-Fi connection.
> Picture it: You’re innocently lip-syncing to “Easy Lover” in your parents’ kitchen, and suddenly Miley slides into your comment section like “hey bestie, wanna come to my secret party in LA?” And now boom — you’re in a room with Hollywood royalty while eating canapés you can’t pronounce.
Once inside the candlelit, wildly aesthetic chaos of the Marmont, the lucky guests were served vocals hotter than a summer in Calabasas. Miley belted out tracks from the new album before the world even got to hear them — including “End of the World,” “More to Lose,” “Easy Lover,” her iconic anti-ex anthem “Flowers,” and just to emotionally ruin everyone, “The Climb.” Yes. That “The Climb.” Cue the collective sobbing.
Then — because the night wasn’t already giving finale of The Bachelor meets Grammy after-party — one guest literally proposed to their partner after the performance. Like, how are we supposed to top that at our next brunch?
And if you thought this was just a one-night thing? No ma’am. TikTok is launching a glamorous new in-app experience for Something Beautiful on May 30, because clearly this album is here to snatch souls, wigs, and screen time.
TL;DR: Miley Cyrus just reminded everyone she’s the moment, TikTok is her kingdom, and you better be following her or you’ll miss the next glitter-drenched invite to pop music paradise. 💃🌹✨
