Fugger: Maria Menounos

Fugs and Maybe One Fab Somewhere: Various Super Bowl Events


I feel like everyone is so relieved that New York/New Jersey wasn’t godawful frigid (supposedly?) that the abs came out like it was Miami up in there.

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Emmy Awards Fugs and Fabs: Greens and Blues


I always come away from these things thinking, “Gah, nobody wore color,” and this year I think that’s because many of the female winners — Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Anna Gunn, Claire Danes, Merritt Wever — did not. So I’m always pleasantly surprised to be able to compile the occasional slideshow that reminds us all that Mr. G. Biv is alive and well, even if he’s being abused a little bit.

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Fugs and Fabs: Non-Saldana Ladies at the Star Trek Premiere


I am tired of the jumpsuit being king. Can the king be dead? Or, you know, comatose for a really long time so that one of his heirs has to step in and really revolutionize things?

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Fugs and Fabs: GLAAD Media Awards


It’s practically camouflage. It’s quilted for absorbency. It’s awkward and weird. Doing the math, I have no choice but to conclude that Is Drew Barrymore wearing a modified Hunting Slanket.

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Fugs and Fabs: Elle‘s Women In Television Event


Suspenders are not back. They are not back. They are not back. I’m going to say it over and over until it’s confirmed.

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Fugs and Fehs: Wango Tango


Wango Tango is a concert that KIIS-FM (the local pop-music station here in Los Angeles) organizes every May, and which generally features a LOT of artists who are intensely popular but ultimately kind of flashes in the pan, mixed in with people like Britney. If you want to feel old, you should look at the Wikipedia compendium of past line-ups, as they are kind of brilliant time capsules of pop culture. For example, the ’98 line-up included Hootie and the Blowfish, Vonda Shepard (!), Paula Cole and Meredith Brooks, Olivia Newton John (???) and N-freaking SYNC, who were not even the headliners (that honor went to Mariah Carey, which is fair). 1999 had — among others — Ricky Martin and Britney, a girl I’ve never heard of who doesn’t even have a Wiki page anymore and who therefore isn’t even officially alive, and Fab of Milli Vanilli in the midst of his failed attempt to be a solo artist. The following year, N*SYNC headlined (that may have been the year I personally saw N*SYNC at the Rose Bowl and had an argument with the 12 year old in front of me about whether or not JC was my boyfriend or hers [I let her win when I realized what for me was "an argument" was for her DEADLY SERIOUS. I realized this when she asked me if JC and I had "an anniversary" (we do not).]) and there were two bands I’ve literally never heard of, plus Sisqo (remember when you couldn’t get in your car without hearing “The Thong Song”? Personally, I am much more a fan of its contemporary “Hot In Herre”), and J. Simp…backed up by Nick Lachey. You guys, that page is a total wormhole and you should go procrastinate there. Get ready to say things like, “OMG REMEMBER O-TOWN?” And then come back and look at all the fools Hologram Me is going to be waxing rhapsodic about in 2022.

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