another weird thing about living in New York is that sometimes you’ll be getting your hair cut, and it will turn out that the guy getting his hair cut next to you is Trevor Noah’s personal makeup artist. that guy will then spend 30 minutes telling you about what an asshole Trevor Noah is to everybody who works for him, and how he’s only nice to other famous people, but one time a little old lady fell down in front of him and Trevor Noah ignored her to keep texting but Kate Winslet saw the whole thing and marched over and helped the old lady and told Trevor Noah he was some kind of an asshole.
and then your hairdresser will be like “oh yeah, that sounds just like her. I did Kate’s hair a couple of times when I was working on the Today show, she was such an angel.”
like what the fuck, I’m just getting my roots done and then there’s an imbroglio of firsthand accounts of celebrity fuckery