I was a little concerned that this week’s GOOP would be another one of Gwynnie’s glamorous event rehashes, like her wee Venice Film Festival diary from a few weeks back. And it was, this time about the Emmy’s.
After all the snoozy make-up tips and jewelry pics and photos of Gwyn being helped into her shoes (?), there was one glorious moment of WTF.
Can you imagine?! She actually had to bathe in the sweat of a malodorous seat-filler! Some pleb dressed up in off-the-rack nines was so nervous he/she doused Gwyn’s chair in a tangy broth, was shoved off when the celeb showed up, and now got a snark slap in an stupid e-newsletter.
Next week’s GOOP: an apology for the sudden suicide of a seat-filler.
