On Friday — ahem, Christmas Eve, ahem, note the dedication — I’ll send my last post of the year, a fun little year in review. As I'm writing it, though, I’m realizing there’s someone who doesn’t really fit into any category, and who has gone generally unacknowledged by Hung Up’s archives. She deserves an honorable mention! I’m speaking, of course, about the Lana Del Rey.
Ever exasperating, ever-talented, ever one to show up at the Grammys in a dress from the Woodland Hills Mall Dillards. In A Star Is Born, Ally Maine (nee Campana) punched a cop in a cop bar; last year, Lana dated and dumped one. I can think of only a few celebrities more gleefully out of touch, and yet perennially popping up. It is, to me, the same thing happening with Katy Perry: “I’m thankful that I’m out of the loop of how intense it is to be red hot for 10 years,” Perry told the Los Angeles Times upon the release of Smile (which was, we can…
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