Pamella Roland at the 62nd Annual Gold Coast Fashion Award Show

Last week, Pamella DeVos (the Illinois-born designer better known as Pamella Roland) was honored at the 62nd Annual Gold Coast Fashion Award Show in Chicago, taking home the evening’s top prize: the Children’s Service Board Award of Excellence. This is the second time the designer has been recognized by the annual affair, which benefits the Ann & Robert H. Lurie Children’s Hospital. In 2003, DeVos picked up the Gold Coast Award for up-and-coming designers – a prize that has also gone to Tory Burch, Wes Gordon and Marc Jacobs, to name a few.

Awards aside, DeVos’s career has speaks for itself. But for her, the honor came as an opportunity to reflect on her distinguished career. “From [2003] we’ve worked really hard to build the Pamella DeVos brand,” she says. “I started it from the ground up and I never really dreamed I would get something like this, let alone be around for 15 years. When you’re new like that, you don’t realize where you could go, so I just ran with it.” And run with it she did – right into the the CFDA, to which DeVos was inducted in 2010.

DeVos traces her success back to one pop cultural moment: Kim Cattrall’s Pamella DeVos design at the 2004 Emmy Awards, which she wore at the height of Sex and the City’s reign. “Since then, we’ve dressed so many people,” she says. “Just last night Gigi Hadid wore one of our looks,” DeVos says, referring to the baby blue ensemble the model wore for her younger sister, Bella Hadid’s 21st birthday soirée. “[Gigi] is probably the biggest model currently, so all of that is still so exciting. I think it never stops being exciting.”

While she may be accustomed to dressing the biggest stars around, DeVos has plenty starstruck fans of her own. “It’s always fun to meet new accounts who you’re excited to meet, but then they’re also excited to meet you. They say to me, you’re listening to what we want,” she says of her ability to keep up with the times. “Today the gowns are more opulent and full of drama,” DeVos shares, “and that’s what’s selling.”

With three children of her own, it’s fitting the designer has placed her focus on a cause benefitting children. “As humans, we always find time for what’s important to us,” she says on balancing work and life, “and both fashion and charity play pivotal roles in my life.” To that effect, DeVos and her husband started a foundation supporting kids’ health for those in need, whether due to prohibitive costs or physical disability. “For me giving to children is an easy give,” says DeVos. “And there’s so much that’s still needed.”


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Holy Margot Robbie! Watch the ‘I, Tonya’ Teaser Trailer

Check out the teaser trailer for I, Tonya, starring Margot Robbie as Tonya Harding.

Thoughts? Because I have only seen 52 seconds of this movie, and I’m wondering why Margot Robbie hasn’t already been given an Oscar nomination, along with Allison Janney for supporting actress. Janney is actually only in the teaser for about one second, but it’s enough, because Allison Janney, and also because Jason Bailey already reviewed this movie for us, and he said that Alison Janney was amazing. He also said the movie was amazing. I’m gonna take his word for it, because there is nothing in the teaser trailer to suggest otherwise.

Also, Sebastian Stan is in this. He plays Jeff Gillooly, but you wouldn’t know it, because Stan is unrecognizable.

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We’ve also got Bobby Cannavale and McKenna Grace (that amazing little girl in Gifted) in a movie directed by Lars and the Real Girls‘ Craig Gillespie. It’s due out on December 8th, and I kinda want them to limit themselves to just this teaser trailer. I don’t need any more than that to buy a ticket.


Why Reporting a Sex Crime Is Often As Difficult as Enduring a Sex Crime

It happened to me a few times in my 20s, and I was never really shy about telling my friends. It’s amazing how easy it is to speak out when you turn it all into a joke. And it’s a lot different for a guy my size — they’re uncomfortable encounters, but I’d let them go only so far because I knew I could have beat the shit out of someone if necessary. I was very «gay friendly» and sometimes dudes confused that with gay, and you’d end up in some unpleasant situations. With a woman, you know the signs. You can put the kibosh on it, but with a dude, you don’t want to jump to conclusions, and you don’t want anyone thinking you’re homophobic. So, sometimes «no, dude!» was mistaken for «You’re gay and you just don’t know it yet, so I’m going to remove your pants and then you’ll see!»

Whaddya gonna do?

I was a little more powerless when it happened in my teens with a teacher, but even that became a joke, which was fine. Because it was easier. «Sprockets» on Saturday Night Live was popular then, so when the teacher would leave the class, there was a kid who would stand up and say in a bad German accent, ‘Hello. My name is Mishus ——, and this is my shlover, Dushty.» The teacher’s affection for me was not a secret; anyone could have seen that from the way she approached me at my locker every day. I got teased a lot. Sprockets dude, of course, didn’t know how much Mrs. —— pressured me outside of class every day to actually make me her «shlover.» I was an easy target. I got beat up a lot, so I think this teacher thought she could parlay that into something. I don’t know. I dunno what goes on in people’s minds. Besides a lot of uncomfortable flirting and a few unsettling groping episodes, I managed to avoid the worst of it. God knows what happened to the kid in my situation the years before. Or the years after.

But, you know: It’s different than what most women encounter. I could extricate myself. I always had that option. An older guy once invited me over for to his house for a steak dinner. I was dumb and naive. I was also poor and I’d never had steak before, so I said yes. Steak! When I got there, he turned on a soft-core porn movie, sat down next to me, and starting rubbing my goddamn thigh like a madman, and I got the hell out of there, because I could. I could push that motherfucker out of the way and beat a path home. I had to walk a lot of miles to get there, but I was otherwise unscathed, save for a story about a creepy old guy that I couldn’t wait to tell my friends. He still came into the store and harassed me a lot, but I got pretty skilled at hiding. I never did get that fucking steak, either.

Whaddya gonna do?

Anyway, I try to stay out of these conversations, because it’s not my lane. There are a lot of amazing women here, with a lot of stories they can (and have) told. It’s different with me and other dudes, though; it just is, and it has a lot to do with power. Physically, I had as much or more of it than most of my «assailants,» so to speak.

But then there was this piece today in Marie Claire, about how we must end the statute of limitations on sex crimes, and I read it and I was like, «Shit! That’s my lane!» And I’ll tell you why. It’s because there were all those other times when I was powerless.

Look: I don’t know what the per capita rate on lecherous, sleazy, rape-y men is in Hollywood, but I am guessing it’s roughly the equivalent to the number of child molesters there are in the shit-poor South. There’s one on every corner, and within a certain socioeconomic bracket, encounters with them are the price of doing the business of growing up. It is what it is. It’ll either fuck you up, or it won’t. Among those I grew up with, I guess it’s about 50/50.

In the dirty South, there’s a lot of dirty old men, and being poor comes with its own set of concerns specific to this. But where it concerns speaking out, there’s a lot of similarities with what so many women are experiencing now, specifically where it concerns the statute of limitations.

Goddamn that statute of limitations.

You see, sometimes it takes years to work up the nerve to say something for so many reasons, not least of which is because you don’t think anyone will believe you. And by the time you do work up the courage, it’s too fucking late. But you don’t know it’s too late until you go through one of the most humiliating, awful experiences of your life.

Folks, let me tell you something that a lot of you already know: Sometimes reporting the crime is more harrowing than enduring the crime.

I ratted out one of the men. In fact, several of us did. The weight of carrying that secret around caused one of us to have a nervous breakdown in the middle of the goddamn day. In that nervous breakdown, there was a confession, one he didn’t even have to finish. We saw it in his eyes, because we all knew the story intimately.

We told my Dad. That was hard, because you don’t blame your Dad, but your Dad is going to feel responsible anyway, because he’s your Dad and it’s his job to protect you but he can’t protect you from everything. He’s gonna feel the weight of that forever, though, and you hate to do that to a person, you know? That poor bastard. Honest to God, I was glad I was me, and not my Dad in that situation, and I feel that even stronger now that I have kids of my own. God, what a nightmare it must have been for him. Anyway, my Dad confronted the man’s wife; she begged him not to call the cops. «He’ll go to jail!» she said. Well, that’s the point, isn’t it, you dumb piece of shit.

My Dad called the cops the next morning.

You know what happens when you call the cops? You have to tell your story. Again. And that sucks, because now it’s a stranger who doesn’t know you, and who has no reason to believe you, and the whole time you feel like you’re trying to convince this disbelieving person of something. It’s even worse when he refers you to an assistant D.A., and you have to tell your story again. Every little detail. You gotta say words to strangers that you don’t like to say to strangers. You gotta talk about «parts» because they won’t let you get away with vagaries. It’s a goddamn interrogation, and there’s a lot of raised eyebrows, uh huhs, skeptical looks, and «then what happeneds.» All in, it was hours of confessions.

And you know what that motherfucker said afterwards? After he’d put us through the wringer? After he’d elicited every goddamn detail? After he made us talk about parts? You know what that asshole said? He sat back in his goddamn chair, sighed real big-like, and he said in his thick fucking drawl, «Son, have you ever heard of a statute of limitations?»

He may as well have said, «Son, go fuck yourself,» because that’s what it felt like. I don’t know what it is now, but then, the statute of limitations was only three years. Most of us had just missed it; one of us was within the statute. He refused to confess. He just couldn’t do it. We didn’t blame him. Not one bit.

But what it meant was, we had to go back home. We had to see this guy, this guy who knew we’d ratted on him, but also knew that there was fucking nothing we could do. That sniveling shit. And that’s what all these women who came out against Cosby have to deal with now. It’s what most of the women Harvey Weinstein assaulted have to deal with. It’s what thousands of women have to deal with every day. You can tell your story, and that’s hard and it sucks because you worry about the way people are gonna look at you. Like, they’re gonna say, «She’s so brave!» But they’re gonna think, «She’s so damaged!» That’s probably what half of you are thinking of me right now (and fuck that half of you). Nobody wants to be thought of that way, and it sucks even more that it means nothing, at least in the criminal context.

I mean, with a guy like Harvey, at least you can ruin his life, and there’s probably some satisfaction in that, but not as much satisfaction as seeing that motherfucker buried under a prison where he belongs. Most men aren’t like Harvey, though. Most men are just dudes you know, or dude that you just met, and if you rat them out, maybe they’ll lose their job or something. But then they’ll just get another one. Because without a conviction, there’s nothing to put on their goddamn records, nothing to be discovered in background checks.

And that’s the problem, as Marie Clarie points out, with those goddamn statutes of limitation. They’re not realistic time frames. They don’t take into account how long it takes to build up the nerve to rat someone out. Sometimes, you need a lot of separation from the event to build up enough courage. Sometimes, you only gain that courage when someone else says something, or when you find out it wasn’t just you. It was her and her and her and him and her and him. And when you finally do build up that courage, the worst three words in the goddamn human language are «statute of limitations.»

Anyway, something needs to be done about that. Because speaking out is important, but women need to be given the legal tools to turn that brave act into consequences. You want to empower people to speak out by handing them a weapon called the motherfucking penal code. We are a country of laws, but you gotta let us use them, otherwise what the fuck use are they?

Also, believe women, because you shouldn’t need a middle-aged white dude to tell you how fucking hard it is to share their stories.


Drop It Like It’s Hot in These 2000s-Inspired Halloween Costumes

If you were a teenager in the 2000s, you’re well aware of the songs you blasted on repeat, the music video dance moves you attempted to learn, and the heinous fashion crimes you committed. Being able to laugh at yourself is a real art, so why not show your sense of humor by channeling your former self this Halloween? Whether you decide to rock one of these looks solo or grab some peeps to go as a group, keep reading for 24 ways to get crunk, drop it like it’s hot, and shake it like a Polaroid picture with these celebrity costumes inspired by the 2000s.

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A Tennessee Food Lion Really Wants Butch Jones Fired

Things have gotten so bad in Knoxville with this Butch Jones situation that even grocery stores are actively advocating for his firing. I’m still not sure how he hasn’t been fired yet. You’d think when a whole state gets behind a #FireButchJones hashtag and you have people showing up in all sorts of places with “Fire Butch Jones” signs that administration would get the message. But nope, they’re still sticking with their guy for now.

Maybe they just want to get through this Alabama bloodbath on Saturday before they make the change? Or avoiding having to keep an interim coach longer than necessary if he somehow pulls off a miracle upset. Those are the only explanations. You can’t have grocery establishments making these cakes and selling them right in your face like this.

We all know it’s only a matter of time before he’s canned, but how much longer can they take getting dunked on like this?

“Fire Butch Jones” is EVERYWHERE

[H/T Reddit CFB]

Sports Gossip, Sexy WAGs, NFL and Hot Cheerleaders: BustedCoverage

Floyd Mayweather Got Everyone Talking About a Comeback After Posting These Training Clips

Floyd Mayweather is apparently in need of some attention this week, because there’s really no other reason to post clips of him doing bag work. Unless, you know, we’re talking COMEBACK SZN! Another payday with Conor McGregor, perhaps? I’m not ruling it out since there’s nothing the man loves nothing more than money. Obviously.

I will say that the more I watch these clips the more I want to see Floyd school someone one more time. Sure, reckless gambling and making it rain with Dave Chappelle sounds like a great life, but there’s gotta more in the tank. The man looks too good to not go for 51-0:

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A New Long, Dark Look At Netflix’s ‘The Punisher’

Fans of Marvel, Netflix, vigilantes, and inky darkness suddenly illuminated by fiery explosions, rejoice! Here’s a new trailer for The Punisher, serving up two and a half minutes of Jon Bernthal punishing people for… things!

Look, I don’t pretend to understand what’s going on anymore. Bernthal’s Frank Castle did some very bad things for the military, back in the day. His family was killed. He’s out for revenge, against the shadowy people who killed his family? Which might be tied to his time in the military? Because he witnessed something?

Whatever, there’s a skull on his body armor, and Deborah Ann Woll’s Karen Page is in it, and a character literally tells Frank, «Now the only person you’re punishing is yourself.» Which, like — MESSAGE! I’m obviously going to watch all of it, over the course of, like, two days, because it can’t be any worse than Iron Fist. And I genuinely liked Bernthal’s take on the character, even if I can’t really remember what happened in that season of Daredevil.

The series will finally hit Netflix on November 17th — which means I’ve plenty of time to figure out how to boost my TV’s brightness before then.


Meet Zach LaVine’s Girlfriend Hunter Mar

Bulls fans are in for a very long season of tanking, but their spirits should lift in a month or two when their big prize from the Jimmy Butler trade, Zach LaVine, makes his debut. LaVine, of course, is making his way back from an ACL tear — his recovery seems to be going well considering he’s reportedly back to doing what he does best… dunking:

Off the court, Zach is dating former Seattle University soccer player Hunter Mar. They are both Washington natives and have been together since high school:

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Redskins OT Trent Williams Gives Kirk Cousins A Pretty Good Reason To Avoid Hits

Kirk Cousins is sitting on a franchise tag right now, which means even though he’s making a cool $ 24 million this year, he could miss out on a shit load of money if he does something stupid like taking on safety shoulder first.

So that’s why Skins offensive tackle Trent Williams gave Kirk a little bit of advice after he scrambled and tried to truck stick Jimmie Ward.

That’s some pretty decent advice. When you’re shoulder is basically a gold mine that you need to keep healthy for at least 3-4 more months, maybe don’t try and be Earl Campbell in the open field.

Back in June, ESPN predicted he’ll make over $ 30 million per year in his next deal


It would cost Washington nearly $ 35 million to franchise Cousins again in 2018, and $ 28.8 million to use the transition tag on him. Cousins’ 2017 guarantee means he would need much more than Carr to sign by the July 17 deadline, and so far the team has been unwilling to offer him the kind of deal that would entice him away from the promises of unrestricted free agency with multiple teams bidding next spring. The bet here is that he hits the market and gets more than $ 30 million a year on his new deal, setting a new benchmark for quarterback salaries.

His career earnings so far: not terrible

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Behind the Exhibit: GRAMMY Museum Experience

As a dedicated music enthusiast, I can attest to the fact that musical history can be emotional, fascinating and entertaining. From the awards and unforgettable speeches to the iconic outfits and videos that continuously work to shift our culture. There is something uniting about music that allows people of all backgrounds to come together and embrace someone’s talent, charisma and beauty.

The first GRAMMY Museum Experience has opened on the East Coast, offering music lovers the chance to learn about and appreciate the significance of music. The Experience, located at New Jersey’s Prudential Center, will feature interactive exhibits allowing visitors the chance to master the drums like legendary drummer of the E Street Band, Max Weinberg, sing along with Ray Charles and the Raelettes and more. The Experience will also feature historical musical artifacts such as fashions worn by Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse and Beyoncé.

Designed with the goal of inspiring and educating younger generations, the Experience will have a section dedicated to paying tribute to New Jersey’s local entertainers including Frank Sinatra, Bruce Springsteen and Whitney Houston.

Take a look through the gallery above for a peak inside the GRAMMY Museum Experience.

GRAMMY Museum Experience Prudential Center

Prudential Center
165 Mulberry Street
Newark, New Jersey 07102
Parking is available at 25 Lafayette Street

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