Y’all. We need to talk. You know how celebrities float like angels across red carpets, with perfectly-styled locks and flowy dresses donned by Greek goddesses? Yeah, well, that’s not fucking real life. They have stretch hummers, 52 umbrella men, and an entourage member assigned to each strand of hair to maintain their perfection. You can find the rest of us mortals out on carpets in the following states: A. With frizzy hair/sweating in questionable places B. Freezing our GD asses off and using each other for body heat while channeling Leo in The Revenant and/or C. Trying not to piss ourselves from our tight dresses and lack of bathrooms.
But thankfully, there are a select few honest celebs like Lilly Singh.
This type of folk isn’t shy about keeping it real as hell when admitting that prepping for a Hollywood event and working to maintain that look all night is as enjoyable as actually sleeping in a GD bear like Leo in The Revenant.
For all of us reporters who spend 1.5 hours burning TF out of our hair just for it get it rained on 40 minutes later giving us that pure drowned-rat aesthetic: Lilly is here for us. It seems those walking the red carpet may experience just as much of a shit show from time to time. Thank god.