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.