My Weekend Crush

Mississippi, goddamn. Goddamn, hot damn. Some days, you do really feel like anything is possible in America. The tsunami of support for Democratic candidates this midterms is now officially the biggest since Watergate. And we haven’t even hit the full crest yet. But this week Scott Colom’s race to be the next senator of Mississippi was officially called. He will also be the first Black senator in the state in 145 years, since Reconstruction. (And the first to be elected by voters, in Reconstruction they were appointed.) If that doesn’t make you believe in the true promise and purpose of this nation, well, I don’t know what will. (And don’t think I’ve forgotten about Mary Peltola up in Alaska, we’re not done yet.) Nina Simone’s song is 62 years old, but it’s as relevant today as if it was written yesterday. You know that saying about the long arc of the moral universe. Well, we bent it unequivocally toward justice on Election Day. So thank you, America. Thank you, Mississippi – especially the Black voters of Mississippi. Happy weekend, all.

Most Valuable Sweethearts

You know how they say you win some, you lose some? Well in the case of elite WNBA wlw couples, you lose some (goodbye, Pazzi), you just keep winning. Oh Gabby Williams and Marine Johannes, you endless cuties. And now, championship-winning MVP sweethearts. I told you Gabby was The Real Deal. And just like a lesbian sports icon to be dating a Wizard. (Don’t worry, no association with that horrid wizard lady overseas.) I hope they get married and stay together forever and have so many cats. Heart eyes forever.

Sapphic Up, Cowgirls

Fine, FINE! You got me, Hunting Wives. Your relentlessly horny sapphic marketing has finally worked on me. I will watch (translate: find out who does Margo and Sophie supercuts) this show! The fingers going into the, um, holster. The two short nails along the rim of that, um, hat. You win! I surrender. All this teasing better be worth it.

I mean, look at the poster!

Look at the production shots!

Look at the wlw-specific movement!

I guess I’m choosin’ Texas after all this Hump Day. I mean, it’s a blue state now. So I can. Also dropping this on Thanksgiving? Diabolical.

Courtside Uncoupling

Well, it can’t all be good news. Pazzi is no more, and hasn’t been for quite some time. Last weekend, Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd announced on the Azzi’s podcast that they were no longer in a relationship. They broke up over a year ago, before Azzi was drafted to the Wings. But as Paige said, “We’re still friends, we’re still cool.” So they’re no longer a couple, they are still friends and they play on the same team. I think we can all agree that’s The Most Lesbian outcome possible. While they shouldn’t have to address it, I do appreciate them making things clear. Straight couples break up. Gay couples break up. The rest is between them and them alone. Goodbye, Pazzi. At least we still have Gabby and Marine.

Music Monday: The Beautiful America

I couldn’t get it together in time to articulate My Weekend Crush this past weekend. I needed the extra days to fully digest what had happened last Tuesday. To allow the relief and jubilation at our democracy overcoming everything those fascist bastards threw at us finally sink in. We appear to be at the beginning of the end of MAGA. We The People finally rose up.

It’s been six years since I’ve felt good after an election night. Fourteen years since I felt great after an election night. And 18 years since I felt ecstatic after an election night. And boy howdy, did we need this. We needed to be reminded that America, for all its flaws, can still set itself right at the ballot box. We can still strive to be those better angels.

Have we fixed everything and can we all go home now? Of course not. So far from it. But this at least gives us a chance to get started on the hard work ahead.

We can fight some other day about how and what and when. But I at least hope that we can all agree the new Democratic leadership needs to do everything in its power to help the people – to make people’s everyday lives a little better, a little easier, a little kinder. And we can’t do that without ensuring that the people who have worked every day these last two (and before that four) years to instead make their lives worse, harder and crueler face consequences. Either we live in a nation of laws or we don't. Otherwise, history has shown us (again and again) that inhumanity and corruption will only come back stronger.

What I especially love about this blunami is that we did by embracing our multiculturalism as one of our greatest strengths – the exact opposite of the administration’s uber racist anit-DEI crusade. The historic firsts among our newly minted leaders should make any true patriot’s heart swell.

• The First Black Female Governor of any state (Keisha Lance Bottoms, Georgia)
• First Native American Female Governor of any state (Deb Haaland, New Mexico)
• The First Latina Governor of Texas (Gina Hinojosa, Texas)
• First Latin Governor of California (Xavier Beccera, California)
• First Native American Female Senator (Peggy Flanagan, Minnesota)
• First Muslim Senator (Abdul El-Sayed, Michigan)
• First Out Gay Man Elected Senator (Chris Pappas, New Hampshire)

I could go on and on. (Also, huzzah to all the new queer and trans lawmakers elected at every level. Now that’s how you fight this administration’s hate head on.) Anytime more people get to see themselves reflected and represented in the halls of power, it strengthens the bonds that make us all Americans.

The road ahead to not only fix what has been intentionally broken but forge a better, more equitable path will be arduous. There are no guarantees. These victories will be short-lived if Democrats and progressives can’t find ways to tangibly improve people’s lives. (Or at the very least force that Orange Stain to veto things that would tangibly improve people’s lives.)

But, really, what I wanted to say is thank you, America. We are far from perfect. We still have so much injustice and inequality. But I hope 2026 has reminded us who we actually are or at very least aspire to be – big-hearted decent people who at our core believe in everyone’s right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Oh, America. You beauty. Happy Monday, kittens.

p.s. Also, let’s be shallow. We had to see all the straight progressive women (and gays) drooling over all 2026 Democratic Class Beefcakes. But the ladies? *low whistle* Talk about the opposite of MAGA-face. Hello, Ladies’s Night.

Not Choosin' Texas

So, now that MAGA is officially on the descent instead of ascent, maybe I can start watching this shows. Because you know all these women vote Republican. (Fine, maybe not Brittany Snow’s character, but she definitely fucks a Republican…) Truly the whole genre of rich obnoxious people getting in fights over dinner is not my favorite (hence I’ve never watched a Real Housewife ever because, ew) – even if they engage in super hot looking sexytimes together. Anyway, anyone want to make a supercut of Margo and Sophie and any woman wearing a tank top so I don’t have to sit through the Texas of it all? I’d be much obliged, little darlings.

Nina Says

Mood.

Vote, Vote Against the Dying of the Light

Once more, with feeling – in case anyone didn’t hear them clearly enough yesterday. Get out there and VOTE, America. Vote because all the issues raised by The Chicks in this six year old song have ONLY GOTTEN WORSE. There are now more names to add to the endless scroll of those lost to state and authoritarian violence. There are now overtly racist (and corrupt and deeply stupid, just as a fun bonus) people manning every lever of our federal government. But there are still more of us than them. And we need to use our collective power to send a message no one can deny. March your ass to the polls, make them pay for the daily horrors they inflict on this country and the world. Democracy depends on you. Let’s fucking go!

Music Monday: Stay Mad, Vote Mad

I’ve never been much of a contemporary country fan. But, darn it, if the Chicks aren’t on my bucket list now. Like, I just want to go to a concert to feel the cathartic release of an entire stadium screaming, “I’m not ready to make nice!” and that they’re “mad as hell!” Funny how 20 years ago their comments were about an idiotic president starting a needless and costly war in the Middle East. And today it's deja vu all over again, but with more overt racism and endless corruption. Please, everyone who hates all of *waves arms at the world*, fucking vote. And together we can never let the Republicans win another election again. Democracy depends on us, the mad as hell. So let's go not make nice at the polls. Good luck tomorrow, America. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Halloween Crush

Happy almost Halloween, kittens. What are two great things that go great together? Sexy sapphic horror cinema and my favorite late 80s/early 90s alt rockers? Little did I know, when I was watching Gillian Anderson on “The X-Files” that one day R.E.M., the band that reminded us all that it’s the end of the world as we know it, would provide the soundtrack to Scully boning a lady. Hell, I even saw Radiohead open for them back in 1995 – that’s the same year Hannah Einbinder was born. Wait, is the scare here about how time works? Anyway, have a great Halloween and if you haven’t already – go watch this movie. Supernatural, superserious, wow, indeed. Happy Halloween weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Just Suits

It’s the Thursday before one of the most consequential elections of our lifetimes. (Like, will we continue having a democracy after Tuesday? Guess we’ll all find out together!) So of course I’m stress scrolling through women in beautiful suits and menswear. You cope your way, I cope mine! If you’re able, please vote to make the world just a little bit better in five days. May this be the beginning of the very end of MAGA. And may that Orange Turd finally know how many of us hate him with every fiber of our bodies. Anyway, as I was saying – nice fiber, great suits. Mariska doesn't hurt either.

Melissa King

Eat your heart out, Jeffrey Zakarian

Louisa Jacobson

Who knew one day I’d squint at a phot and ask, “Is that the hot masc youngest daughter of Meryl Streep or a late 90s boy band member?

Padma Lakshmi

Are BIG suits still a thing, or is it just Padma making it still a thing?

Kristen Wiig

Wait, are blazers without tops a thing now?

Sepideh Moafi

See, almost a trend! Also Gigi deserved a better storyline than the throuple.

MUNA

See, even the rock stars are doing it.

Nicole Kidman

I know she’s having a bit of a moment what with that song and all. And in that crisp shirt, they’re definitely sitting right. Ahem.

Anne Hathaway

The no jacket here gets a pass because doesn’t she look like a gender-flipped Clark Gable about to devastated some woman by telling her, frankly my dear, I don’t doesn’t give a damn.

Rated Lesbian

Uh, did you know there’s a new NC-17 lesbian movie that just got picked up for U.S. distribution and also it’s an NC-17 lesbian movie? I know, I know – I too heard that and started to get some “Blue Is the Warmest Color” terror flashbacks. Like is this sexy for lesbians, or sexy for what straight men think is sexy about lesbians? I don’t know, because I haven’t watched it. But, I can tell you it follows a Canadian journalist and a queer Afghan refugee who meet at a dance party and do things that earn an NC-17 rating. I find it encouraging that at least this movie was both written and directed by women (Tamara Faith Berger and Anita Doron, respectively, though I’m not familiar with either’s work). So, has anyone rented this? And if so, is the NC-17 a good thing or, well, you know.

Tank Top Tuesday: The Queer Cheese

I first found Kate Berlant years ago on original Twitter (not current ex-Twitter, because jesusfuckingchrist) as a person who made funny tweets. But turns out she’s been a professional funny person this whole time?! And also queer?! What? Where have I been?

Did you know she’s dating queer nonbinary hottie Naomi McPherson from MUNA? I mean, she’s freaking dating a rock star! And then I watched her special, and it’s pretty hilarious. And extremely gay! And also hilarious. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, again, because I knew her mostly as a professionally funny tweeter. Think scatalogical modern observational comedy from a fellow phone addict in a new queer relationship. I mean, hello, what’s not to like? Crazy funny plus dating a rock star. Wait, am I jealous? Wait, the special is also named Parmesan? She named it after CHEESE? I am definitely jealous.

p.s. Filming your comedy special debut in a tank top is elite queer shit, no?

Music Monday: More Labour

Of the things I remain eternally grateful for, one of the biggest is that I was not born a straight woman. But then things like mediocre man comic Shane Gillis being a misogynistic asshat mediocre white man hosting SNL happens, and I’m reminded that men continue to be everyone’s problem. So Paris Paloma’s “Labour” still hits on a deep, primal level for women and those subject to the demands of men everywhere – particularly rich straight white men because Issa was so right. So, anyway, a little female rage seems appropriate this week and every week. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

Well, I never said I wouldn’t eventually make it to Nigella, did I? I know for some reason it’s been controversial that new “Great British Bake-Off/Great British Baking Show” judge Nigella Lawson takes big bites of food. As if the whole point of her job isn’t eating cake. You think she can taste it with a tiny little nibble? I’m sorry, women need to open their mouths to eat. Crazy! What next, they’ll wear shorts and a tank top to the gym? Also, hello, Nigella’s whole thing is that she’s a great and lusty eater. Know your history, Internets! Anyway, take as big a bite as you want, ladies and everyone who doesn’t have when ladies take big bites. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Comer Get Her

Some Thursdays you just have to stare at Jodie Comer in a blazer without a shirt underneath and nice trousers. What? I said it was a Thursday! On theme objectification, in a respectful way. Anyway, I miss having Jodie on my television on the regular. And, I won’t lie, I haven’t been a fan of the assortment of period pieces and zombie apocalypse films she’s been cast in recently. Like, please, can’t some project make accurate use of her prodigious talents? I mean, look at her just sitting in a chair!

p.s. That face, and those big feet? Please, I am begging, cast her in something worthy.

Dream Duo

Um, hello, are Jane Wickline and Grace Reiter the love children of Tina Fey/Amy Poehler and Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer or what? If SNL lets them, I believe we’re witnessing the start of an extraordinary comedy duo. Like, this skit has no right to be this funny. Put them in all the things together, Lorne Michaels. Also, what a debut for new cast member Grace. Like, that is how you make an entrance. That is as good as Jane's Sabrina Carpenter song, but that wasn't her first skit. This is exactly the unhinged female energy we need and deserve in 2026.

Tank Top Tuesday: Flash Lesbian Dance

Yes, yes, I know this is an ad. But do you want to watch Jennifer Beals dance around with another women for a minute and a half or not? This commercial for the collaboration between GANNI (which I’ve never heard of) and lululemon (which I have heard of but I wear old T-shirts to work out in so I’m clearly not their customer base) features music and dancing by METTE. Now, admittedly, I also don’t know who she is. But apparently she had roles in “The Old Guard,” “Hustlers,” “Cats” and the “Barbie” movie – all films I watched. But I can see why Bette, I mean Jennifer, found her memorable enough to break out the old Flashdance moves. So, as I was saying, enjoy this moment of capitalistic sapphic pandering. Times are hard, we’ll take what we can get. Also Jennifer’s sport bra at the beginning and METTE’s fake-out-leotard count in the Tank Top Cinematic Universe, because it is a Tuesday after all.

p.s. More behind-the-scenes Tank Top Cinematic Universe excellence. For science.

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Music Monday: Olivia & Chappell 4 Eva

Fine, fine! I’m already fully obsessed with this song. Even though I’m way outside the target demographic, the algorithm gods flooded my feed with the “Expectations” music video immediately after it dropped Friday. So I’ve been binging its stylish, campy, joyful John Waters meets “Rocky Horror Picture Show” meets your favorite 70s gameshow bop ever since. I mean, how could you not like a feisty, feminist Olivia Rodrigo and Chappell Roan collab in the year of our Lesbian Jesus 2026? Yes, everything is on fire right now. But it’s also pretty fire (see what I did there, youths?!) that one of the world’s hottest pop stars and the world’s gayest pop stars can come together for an insanely fun, and pointed, banger like this. Chappell screaming, “I’m not kissing no boy! No boy!” in the background should be the new sapphic battle cry. Raise your expectations, ladies. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

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One Almost Lesbian Wedding and a Funeral

Remember when I manifested the Rebecca Ferguson/Greta Lee lesbian rom-com? Did I mention it got better? The film, “Honeymoon/Funeral,” just got picked up by Black Box (the studio behind “Wicker,” so they know how to market crazy shit!). And also Carrie Coon is also somehow in this thing too?

Lest you forgot, the film follows “two women (Ferguson and Lee) who meet on a flight from L.A. to London — one en route to her honeymoon by herself after being left at the altar by her girlfriend, the other headed home for her mother’s funeral — and wind up spending the week together.” We can all place bets on whether Greta is the honeymoon and Rebecca is the funeral, and if Carrie is the cold feet fiancee (as this Deadline post implies…)

But what we know if that its being directed by Nahnatchka Khan, creator of “Fresh Off the Boat,” “Don't Trust the B— in Apartment 23” and “Laid,” and written by Julia Bicknell, a writer/producer on “Yellowjackets,” “The Haunting of Bly Manor” and “13 Reasons Why.” Oh, and they’re a Hollywood power couple (with a very nice house)! I know, sapphics making a sapphic rom-com for us sapphics? Is this heaven, or lesbian Iowa? (37 year old movie reference, anyone?)

During this terrible timeline we all find ourselves trapped in, I take things to look forward to very seriously. So, don’t let me down, “Honeymoon/Funeral.” The gay ladies really need this.

Last Yellowjacket Standing

So I stopped watching this. But, I am curious how it all ends. In the past, that is. We already know how things end for some of these ladies in the present. (Also, because I stopped watching, are there any gays left besides Shauna – in the past or present?) Anyway, who’s still watching. I am thrilled this show has kept Melanie Lynskey employed for four seasons. Cannibalism and all.

Tank Top Tuesday: Gabby Edition

This is an unrepentant Gabby Williams in tank tops appreciation post. Now, I appreciate Gabby in and out of a tank top (hey, not like that – OK, exactly like that). But, what I mean here, is Gabby truly became a superstar this season. After her memorable almost beat us two-pointer in the gold medal match of the last Olympics, she has gone ballistic with the Valkyries, taking them all the way to the championship finals. And, you know, she has that face and those arms. Like, we are powerless to resist that gorgeous full sleeve and her good skincare routine. Also, did I mention I got to see her scream “For the gays!” at Pride Night this June? Because I sure did. Imma pretend those heart hands are for me. I know, I know, they were for Marine Johannes. Is it weird I think how much she obviously loves Marine makes Gabby even hotter? Anyway, tanks (yes, tanks) for everything, Gabby. Go Valks!

Music Monday: Fuck Ice Edition

You know, I’m not much of a Paramore fan, admittedly. But, boy howdy, have I become a Hayley Williams fan. From her righteously blunt “True Believer” to her unabashed political on-stage statements, she’s like the anti-Ed Sheeran. Like screaming “Fuck ICE” with your whole chest and making a whole stadium scream it back? And giving Robert Kraft the vapors with “Free Palestine?” More of this, rock stars. Get some fucking ice in your OJ, you siveling coward millionare musicians. That’s the whole point of having, “Fuck you”-money in the first place, isn’t it? Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

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Now, I bet you thought I’d have picked Nigella. What with Ms. Lawson taking over for Prue Leith and reducing Paul Hollywood to a yes man. But, I must say, I was unexpectedly moved by (Spoilers, but you should just watch, it’s better than therapy honey), Danni’s exit interview. Now, every season has its eccentric and this season Danni was definitely that girl. But, goodness, did she not remind us of the magic of simple human interaction. Like, of course, we just all want to have friends. Truly, I feel a little verklempt anew each time I watch it. Now if we could all find the beauty in strangers, especially those not like us, wouldn’t this be a kinder, happier world? Happy weekend, all.

Oh, Canadian Lesbians!

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Well, as you can tell, this week kinda got away from me. Between organizing a big work project and fighting multiple pharmacies to get my estrogen refilled (the national shortage is real!) and also feeling a bit under the weather (but this is America, so we work through it, lol sob!!), I haven't been able to write. But it being International Lesbian Day and all I had to post something. And nothing says, “I’m sorry,” better than a hot lesbian Canadian woodswoman in a tank top wielding a bow and arrow. Wait, my apologies, nothing says “I’m sore-eee,” better than a hot lesbian Canadian woodswoman in a tank top wielding a bow and arrow. Also, like half of us down here are also very, very sore-eee about the whole America being the worst neighbor ever thing, too. Yet you still gift us with the likes of Nicole Maple Coenen. Oh, Canada, you remain too kind. Happy International Lesbian Day, kittens (especially you Canuck kittens!

Music MUNAday: Hannah Edition

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Watching Hannah Einbinder sing “Silk Chiffon” with Muna recently is the perfect cherry on top of all the the “Camp Miasma” discourse. Because, yes, that’s what it feels like oh when she’s on me. Ahem. Funny! Principled! (See her get arrested protesting Netanyahu at the UN recently?) And can sing! Like, I don’t know who all the 20-something sapphics are crushing on these days, but in a just world Hannah would be Top 5 easy. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

I’ve already said I don’t want to spoil the fleshly/bloody delights of “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” too much. But I will say that seeing Gillian Freaking Anderson be so game and glam and gay in her role was truly a wonder. I, like probably many of you, first began crushing on Gillian as the stalwart and sensible and so smart Scully. But I never, not even in my wildest dreams, could have guessed that one day Gillian would become the queer icon and out pansexual legend that she has become. Happy weekend, all.

Teenage Sex and Death At Camp Miasma Review

Well, it’s this just the perfect way to officially kick off spooky season? With lesbian horrors of perhaps the most delicious kind. I finally, finally got a chance to see “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” and it lived up to my already sky high expectations. Given how much I was truly thrilled by the bold. visceral storytelling of “I Saw the TV Glow,” I had been impatiently waiting. And the good news is, I loved it. And the better news is, I can’t wait to watch it again.

Gory. Gothic. Gorgeous. Gay as hell. And Gillian Anderson! What more could a gal want? Jane Schoenbrun has proven to be a filmmaker of singular and extraordinary vision. Their films weave complex allegories about society and sexuality together, shaped through the lens of nostalgia, while being both sumptuous and hilarious.

With Camp Miasma, we’re treated to the delights of watching Gillian Anderson and Hannah Einbinder be both campy and real, in equal measures. The former plays the faux slasher franchise’s original final girl turned reclusive Norma Desmond type and the latter is the young filmmaker tasked with rebooting the series. But, really, the less you know about this movie the better.

And this is coming from someone who doesn’t even like horror! But, I do love a smart, sexy, weird movie. And Camp Miasma is that, and funny, and scary, and sexy, and trippy and real. And just really damn good. Just, um, don’t be squeamish about blood. Or dipping sauces.

KissCam Dreams

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I realize shit is really heavy right now. Every breaking news alert feels like a deeper dive into our dystopian nightmare. But at least we got to witness Julien Baker and Lucy Dacus smooch on the KissCam at a recent New York Liberty game. At least we got that. It’s like a glimpse into a better world that is possible. Maybe even still.

Issa keeping it Rae-l

Whew, kittens. Do I feel this speech in my very bones. When I say Issa Rae speaks for all of us fed up women, whew, do I ever mean it. The realness. Like I said, whew. Yes, this is all men’s fault. Of course it’s overwhelmingly rich white men. But all men, none the less. So, ladies, not terrible gentlemen and every them and they, if you’ve got a little power right now, use it the fuck for good.

Music Monday: Brandi AND Alanis

I know, I know. But it’s Brandi AND Alanis! BRANDI AND ALANIS! On “Uninvited”! With the PRIMAL SCREAM. Also, Alanis needs to drop the yoga routine because if I tried to headbang like that my dang head would snap off my dang neck. All us perimenopausal Gen X ladies want to rock out so hard, but know the chiropractic bill afterward isn’t worth risking it. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Canadian) Crush

Dear Canadian Kittens,

I am so thrilled for you that today you get to watch lesbian beer league softball shenanigans. I so want to join in on the fun. But, alas, the Crave series has no U.S. distribution yet. (Though New Zealand and Australia, you seem to be in luck.) And because our barely sentient racist Cheeto for a president is The Worst In Every Way, who knows when this Canadian delight will trickle down to us. I get it, and honestly America deserves your disdain. Would it help to tell you that at least 48.3% of us are really, really, really sorry about all this *waves arms at the horrors*? We hate it too. And we WILL vote this November. Again, we can’t apologize enough for being such bad neighbors.

With Love on Behalf of Your Sane American Friends,
Ms. Snarker

p.s. Happy weekend, all!

GGALGG: Emmys Edition

I had such a busy first-week back I haven’t even had a chance to discuss the Emmys! And lots of people I like won! Did I mention I watched “Widow’s Bay” on the plane? Because I did, and I can assuredly tell you it is both funny and scary because I both laughed out loud and jump scared mid-flight. Anyway, where was I? The Television Academy and its golden statuette that looks shockingly like Megan Stalter. Since we still can, I’ll be mainly highlighting the WLW attendees. You know, the queer ladies and gay girlies and them/them hotties and such. We’re here, we’re queer, we’re GGALGGs.

Hannah Einbinder

I can’t tell if Hannah and her frequent red carpet companion Ellie Neilson are a mixed GGALGG/SGALGG couple, or a full-on GGALGG couple in this shot.

Now I really can’t tell.

Kristen Kish

I want the cameraperson to move just a little to the left, a little more, a little more…

Emma D'Arcy

I haven’t watched “House of the Dragon,” but they’re so handsome sometimes I think – well. And then I remember they wear a long wig in it and I’m like nevermind.

Cynthia Nixon

The older I get the more I appreciate a flowing, amorphous, not-body fitting gown on, really, anyone. Like, I hope it also has pockets, honey.

Niecy Nash

Niecy and her wife Jessica Betts are always a favorite on the carpet. Hey, stop it, head out of the gutter. They look too glamorous for carpet jokes.

Megan Stalter

Whereas if you want to make a trophy wife joke about Meg and her girlfriend Maddie Allen, I will allow it.

Louisa Jacobson

I liked Louisa’s after-party suit (purple) better than her award show suit (black). But, truly, I’m just so tickled one of Meryl’s girls is a hot masc/one of us.

Ayo Edebiri

Admit it, if Ayo, Zendaya and Quinta Brunson turned to look at you like this and asked if you wanted to be their unicorn you would find yourself a sparkly fake horn so fast.

But then you’d be sad because you realize they weren’t talking to you. They were talking to Denée Benton, Cynthia Nixon, Louisa Jacobson and Carrie Coon across the room.

Bonus SGALGG:

Look, I know Rhea Seehorn just playing a lesbian and and Carrie Coon is just sporting a lesbian haircut. But we gotta throw the straight ladies something, they willingly date men. That’s how you know sexuality isn’t really a choice. Poor dears.