Welcome back to another week of No Filter, the column that proves once and for all what a terrific fucking creep I am on the internet. This week, I read a lot of articles about how happy my imaginary girlfriend Evan Rachel Wood is with her (actually pretty cute) boyfriend Andy Tongren and listened mournfully to this song over and over again:
Also in non-Instagram news, Cara Delevingne and Annie Clark were spotted making out in a bar in Manhattan. Click here if you’re the kind of person who’d like to see their sweet romantic embrace described as “GOING AT IT LIKE CRAZED SEX WEASELS.”
Anyway UGH, I guess this week some celebrities did some other stuff. Let’s talk about that:
DeAnne Smith and her adorable grandmother celebrated DeAnne’s birth, because DeAnne is a shining star.
This is what Samira Wiley looked at in 1992 and I’m not sure I can handle it.
The greatest romance of our time.
So Kate Moennig basically just lives in parks all around Los Angeles and plays sports with other celesbians sometimes, as far as I can tell. This time, it’s soccer with Ruby Rose. Beats the hell out of the time Ruby posted a photo with noted abusive douchecanoe Floyd Mayweather.
Sara Quin’s cat went outside. Is this cat’s name Holiday? Am I right about this? Anyway, as you can see here, Holiday had an EXTREME TIME. Probably she’s on her way to shoot some hoops with Moennig.
I feel weird including Eileen Myles in my fluffy celebrity column but this was too real.
Megan Rapinoe brings it back around with grace and panache.
Join us next week, when Kate Moennig plays a spirited round of bocce ball in MacArthur Park with Lea DeLaria.
as little as I think I care about celebrities, I love this column so much.
I love vapid fluff.
So pumped about the unprecedented Eileen Myles appearance this week. That picture was just too good. “I mean sure.”
Ruby Rose is looking more and more like Justin Bieber everyday. Someone else she seems to be spending a bit of time with other than Floyd Mayweather. I was disappointed by that picture too.
I’d be an enthusiastic member of Kate Moennig’s soccer team. Someone let me know the deets on the next practice, pleasethanks.
Maybe we should all just set up camp at the park and wait for her. I can bring the gay brownies.
That soccer team! To borrow a phrase from the straight girls, #squadgoals.
Kate Moennig and Ruby Rose in one picture… I’m pretty sure I’m reaching peak gay over here.
Kate Moennig has so many celesbian sports teams that I can’t keep track, she should have a dedicated sports channel to herself…for our sakes.
I would watch that channel. Hell I would organize my schedule around that channel.
I’ll get the wave going and start some chants for Kate and Ruby’s soccer team
And if they need a mediocre goalkeeper with some experience I’m here too!
Between this and Riese’s engagement exposé, my morning is off to a perfectly vapid, fluffy start.
Ok so as hot as Ruby Rose is (and man, she is hot), sometimes she also looks like a Kewpie doll from Outer Space who wants to kill me.
Some days Eileen Myles is the best part of Twitter for me. And by “some days” I mean “all of the days”.
Hell yes, mo homo
I’m just not sure if Samira Wiley was being stalked by a zombie doily, or if she had the fanciest halo ever.
kate moennig passing on the her 2005 posterchild-for-the-undernourished-and-gender-confused-award to ruby rose. the girl everyone wants to bang in 2015.