The nasty, beige-hued, sequin-devoid rumors are true: This is my last post at EW.
I know a lot of you are upset, to which I say: Cool it, girl! We've all got some problems! But also: THANK YOU for caring. I loved doing my job for eight years. And through it all -- especially near the end -- the work's greatest reward was knowing that so many readers returned again and again to peer through whatever absurdist filter I felt like applying to the same. old. sh*t. TV can be fun enough on its own, but you and I wanted to meet up the morning after and make it even better. I'm so grateful for that.
Try to control your #sparklebarf for now, as it's unladylike to vomit, plus logistics won't allow me to push a mirrorball tissue box your way. This is just one billowing word-puff on the big, bad, infinite internet. What you and I have, the camaraderie we've built up over the years -- that's the real stuff. And we can replicate it anywhere.
My Dancing With the Stars recaps will live elsewhere starting next week.
So this isn't goodbye. It's just a wave.
Thank you from the gooey center of my gem-encrusted heart for reading me.
Your Fringe Fairy forever