–Missy Elliott‘s new Billboard cover is giving me life.
-Just clicked on a link from the GOOP email like a goddamn sucker. This “sleep shirt” is $625, because of course it is.
-Meanwhile, Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow are such friendly exes that they have a song together on Coldplay’s new album.
-Reviews for the final chapter of the Hunger Games movies are decidedly mixed. It’s gotta be better than the last one though, right?
-During a Twitter rant, Khloe Kardashian told fans “get off my dick.” Yeah, I’m stealing that, too.
-God bless whoever convinced Harrison Ford to un-grump for the Star Wars promo tour.
-The reviews for Jessica Jones (which drops on Netflix tomorrow) have been universally great, but I especially like the bit at the end of the NYT one, where they talk about the Netflix-drama aesthetic and the value of not bingeing it.
–Ellen Degeneres proved she’s a monster by releasing a montage of all the times she’s scared celebrities.
-I’m tired just reading about Greg Berlanti’s typical week. I guess that’s what it’s like when you’ve got five shows on the air and two in development.
–Anna Paquin took to Twitter to deny that she’s pregnant or fat — she just wore an unflattering dress.
-Did Kate Beckinsale and Len Wiseman quietly separate and no one noticed?
–Kevin Smith is really nice to waitresses.
-I remember listening to a podcast where some actor was talking about getting an IV on set whenever they got sick because production couldn’t afford to shut down for a day, and I thought “That sounds fake, but ok.” Sophia Bush’s Instagram is proving me wrong.
-It’s been a rough week. These photos of Idris Elba help. Thanks, buddy.
-The red band trailer for Dirty Grandpa with Zac Efron and Robert De Niro is even worst than the the first trailer, which I didn’t know was physically possible. Kudos.