While Naomi Watts has kept mum on the subject of pregnancy rumors, plenty of other folks have been doing the talking for her. Naomi’s Oscars gown was Escada, and a rep for the house issued this press release on Sunday: “The ESCADA gown set off her most precious new asset – the baby she is expecting with longtime boyfriend Liev Schreiber.”

Last night, Schreiber appeared on Conan O’Brien and confirmed the news himself: “Yes, I’m going to be a dad,” he said. “Very exciting.” According to Schreiber, Naomi commented that “it’s a very auspicious thing that our embryo is going to be at the Oscars.” See, you know she’s Australian, because she says things like “auspicious.” Attractive women from America don’t know what that word means. Say “auspicious” to Jessica Biel at the Oscars and she’ll be like “God bless you,” but you won’t notice because you’ll be panicking, having been momentarily blinded by her dress.

Congratulations to the couple, and we wish them a happy and healthy pregnancy.

Eddie Murphy’s rep/paid liar has come out today defending the Oscar nominee’s behavior at the Academy Awards on Sunday. After Alan Arkin beat out Murphy in the Best Supporting Actor Category Eddie Murphy left the auditorium and didn’t go to any of the post Oscar bashes.

“Eddie had always planned on leaving after his category was announced to spend the rest of the evening with his family. He did the same thing following the Golden Globe Awards.”

Storming out of the Oscars isn’t cool. Most people don’t leave after their category and miss their co-stars’ big performance. Ah “Norbit” wasn’t the best idea was it Eddie?

First off: bolero. That is apparently what we were supposed to call that metallic thing draped across Jennifer Hudson’s shoulders at the Oscars. Instead, we called it a spacesuit, we called it horrendous, we called it nauseating, and we called it a mistake. So did Jennifer.

In a Today Show interview, she told Matt Lauer that the outfit was her only Oscars regret. A source at Page Six says that Vogue and its editor-at-large, Andre Leon Talley, was behind the mess. I should have known. That thing just smelled like Talley. “Jennifer was kind of sponsored by Talley and Vogue,” says the source. “Andre insisted she wear that hideous Oscar de la Renta dress with the awful, awful gold python bolero. Jennifer really didn’t want to, and so [noted celebrity stylist] Jessica Paster got her a beautiful gold Roberto Cavalli custom-made. But when Andre found out, he went ballistic. Moments before she left for the show, there was a power struggle and Jennifer ended up putting his outfit on.”

Hey, Jen, a little tip: ditch Vogue. First they did that mucho unflattering cover shot and photo spread of you, and now this? Jennifer. Vogue hates you. I swear, this is all part of Anna Wintour’s campaign to prove that anyone with a BMI over 17 cannot be attractive. Get away, Jennifer! Start up your jet packs and hit warp speed!

I don’t know why this is so incredibly funny to me. Maybe because I went to Arizona State, where I’m fairly certain vanity hit that asymptotic high point after which any further changes are infinitesimal in, like, 1987. I’m not sure why they even bother holding classes there anymore. Classes are to frat parties at ASU the way that television programming is to commercials at NBC: just the tedious filler in between the rapes value-added content. Asymptotes? I learned about them in high school. Vomiting in the shower without allowing it to clog the drain? That, I mastered as a Sun Devil, baby!!! (And a special welcome to all 500 visitors an hour who will now show up here looking for pro-mia content … here’s a tip: stop.)

Ahhh….

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