Welcome back to No Filter, in which we survey the week in celebrity Instagram and declare that it is good. This column is entering some kind of golden age in terms of lesbian media, in which we are actually getting ahold of a lot of celesbian tabloid stories before they officially break. As far as I can tell, this means we’re on the right track. Make fun of us for speculating about Carrie and Abbi all you want – it’s true, and so are Kristen and Annie, and there is nothing any of us can do about it. Kristen’s transformation into 2009-era Samantha Ronson is almost complete; she’s gotten really good at walking out of the Bowery Hotel like a grumpy, bleach-blonde little queer hipster grouch about three feet behind her obvious girlfriend. Anyway.
These two weirdos wrote a book and that book is out soon. Dan doesn’t look very sure about it.
Jiz Lee wants to talk to you about face masks.
Be Steadwell went to Miami, there are palm trees in the airport, probably got some cashews at Hudson News.
TBH this is the scariest movie I’ve watched all Halloween.
Taystee and Morello went to see Regina Spektor Monday night; personally we saw pretty much the rest of the cast rocking out to their own theme song Tuesday night. Do you think the cast of The L Word ever went to see Betty quite so passionately?
Meredith Graves is like a walking vision board.
I love when beautiful famous people post perfectly-lit selfies like, “OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW AWFUL I LOOK?” Sure, Ruby, OK.
Hey, what’s up, this is Queen Latifah being hip and with it and into what the kids are into and still really confused about what I’m doing in this column.
I literally can’t believe this exists. That’s all, I just had to share.
Join us next week, when our Ruby Rose socks finally arrive.