My New Boyfriend Wears French Braids: A Summation of the Emmys

The Emmys were last night! Some things happened, some people won awards, but most importantly, Cary Joji Fukunaga and I fell in love. I hope. Please? No? Fine. I had no idea who he was before he won Outstanding Director-Drama, but I’ve spent a good amount of time researching him since then and now I’m just sure we’d get on swimmingly. I thought Kit Harrington had stolen the mandoo (a male updo, so says Pinterest) scene for the evening, but then Cary won and we all got to bask in the glory of his French braids–into it.

courtesy of Vulture

courtesy of Vulture

I consumed approximately 4 hours and 45 minutes of Emmy programming that didn’t involve mandoos, though, so let’s get to that stuff also. Here are some of my best and worst moments of the night.

courtesy of Huffington Post

courtesy of Huffington Post

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No Nip Slips, A Lot of Shade, and Blue: The 2014 MTV VMAs

Fewer things get me more excited than award shows. To think about so much star power in one room coming together to celebrate great accomplishments and party their heads off makes my heart race. So one can imagine that with the VMAs last night and the Emmys tonight, it’s a big 48 hours for my blood pressure and me.

Granted, the VMAs aren’t really on the same level as the Emmys, Golden Globes, Oscars and the like, but something good happens every year. At the very least, the outfits don’t disappoint.

Last night’s show was a little lackluster, though. Bey slayed, duh. Taylor Swift danced like a fool, duh. JLo looked better than all of the 20-something stars, duh. Here’s my recap of the best and worst moments of the night anyway, just for good measure.

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What Connects Us

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been enamored of celebrities and pop culture. To say that I’m obsessed would be a gross understatement.

While many young girls don’t get into the teenybopper magazines until they’re young teens, my walls were plastered with *NSYNC and Britney Spears posters by the time I was seven years old. I read all of the articles, took all of the quizzes about which member of 98 Degrees would be my soulmate (I just cheated so the answer was always Drew Lachey) and tried to copy all of Mandy Moore’s outfits. I was hooked right away. My love and outright fixation with celebrity culture has spanned more than a decade at this point, so it’s safe to say that it won’t fade out any time soon.

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