Where CNN was a brilliant combination of historical analysis while looking to the future, ABC focused on the personality of the Prince man who is now King Charles III.
The feeling so far is that we’re in for yet another bout of tedium in which the only nod to the real Paris is the name of the city in the title.
What’s everyone got against beauty? At a time when women are being denied their very gender, this should be a time to celebrate womanhood, not consign it back to the box where it lay dormant for centuries.
And then, the request: would you give up your seat, because . . . even more hushed tones: “We have a celebrity on board who would like it.” Minutes passed. Oh, for God’s sake, speak up: who is it? La Toya Jackson.
United, at last: she was in 5K but wanted 7K. I had it.
Kyle Richards said possibly the most important thing ever uttered on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills this week: you really don’t want to mess with someone from Bosnia.
With the exception of Sutton, all the women look as if they’re wearing three-seater sofas on their faces, but Dorit’s lips have furnished up to a whole new level.
All the abuse did was to confirm for me that the city is everything I said it was, and it reminded me that I’d also forgotten to mention provincial, parochial and, clearly, a haven for expats who have nothing better to do than abuse others on social media.
I’d say that Will hasn’t been handed down a punishment but a reprieve. He must be clapping his hands with glee that he doesn’t have to sit through that interminable ceremony for a decade.
I don’t for a second condone what Smith did, but Hollywood is a nest of vipers, double standards, and a breeding ground for hypocrisy of many kinds.
Did we really used to live at this pace? Was stress embedded into our every waking moment? I am not the only person who took stock of life and started to reassess what it was like BC (Before Covid) and what it might be after. I still do.