I’ve talked before about Gossip Girl’s Taylor Momsen and how I believe that she’s headed for disaster. She’s 16 and way too young to be working the clubs. I can’t help it — it’s the mother in me. I want to wrap her in a blanket and enroll her in some college classes. Also, because of her age, I tread carefully. She’s still just a kid even if she, her mother and her entire management team don’t remember that.
An E! reporter asked her about her fashion choices backstage at the G-Star Raw show this week:
“I don’t care. I think if everyone’s going to be so upset about what I’m wearing, I’m like, ‘well, maybe you should look at your life a little more. I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with mine.’ Music inspires me. Fashion means everything. I mean, it’s art. Art means everything to me, so fashion’s another side of it. It’s expression, it’s music, it’s a way of showing and really being who you are in your own way that no one can take away from you.”
Garter belts and thigh highs on a 16 year old doesn’t feel like art to me; it feels criminal.
Monday on Oprah, Jon Hamm — I’m sure his last name got Oprah all excited and January Jones of Mad Men will have the pleasure of beiing guests of Saint Potatohead. Of course, O will have the set decorated just like the 1960′s show and The Jersey Boys are the musical guests, because she’s all authentic like that.
Have you ever noticed that Oprah likes to make everything about Oprah? They’ll be playing a game of guessing what Oprah’s Favorite Things would have been if it existed in the ’60s. Any guesses? Feel free to add to my list:
Fondue
Skippy Peanut Butter with Bacon Bits (yes, that magic did exist)
Aw, sad news today, guys! Avril Lavigne and Deryck Whibley are splitting up after three long years of wedded bliss. According to Us magazine, Avril kicked ol’ Deryck out of their $10M manse and he’s reported to be “devastated”. As for the reason? A source says Avril told her husband she wanted to move on.
Oh, if I “moved on” every time my spouse irritated me I’d have about 19 ex-husbands right now. I expect that Deryck will get a favorable spousal settlement and Avril will go back to designing crappy clothes for Kohls.
I wanted to live blog The Beautiful Life. Thank God I didn’t. I could only tolerate a few minutes before I started screaming and clawing at my skin. I said that Mischa’s acting was so horrible that it made me want to die. I ended up in an involuntary 5150 even though I wasn’t like those other people. I was really just feeling overwhelmed and it was all silly and overblown.
Now, some of you think I’m a little harsh on Mischa’s appearance and maybe that’s true. But her acting is so ohmyfuckinggodsobad. I’m going to be merciful and tell you to just go to 1:20 to see the brilliance of Mischa. At first I thought she was doing a nasal coke addict voice. Then itprogressed into some sort of British nasal coke addict voice. I don’t know who made the casting decision — I’d imagine Ashton Kutcher — but she’s really, really bad. Like, “read off a teleprompter” type bad. Someone needs to strip this girl’s SAG card immediately if not sooner.
I feel like my childhood is dying off, one icon at a time.
Yesterday, Mary Travers, one-third of the folk group Peter, Paul & Mary, died of leukemia. She was 72.
Peter, Paul & Mary were one of the best-known, peace-loving, anti-war folk acts of the 1960′s. They openly protested the Vietnam war and performed at the 1963 march on Washington in support of civil rights. The group split in 1971 but came back together for various political events such as the Democratic National Convention in 2004.
Travers is survived by her husband Ethan, two daughters and two granddaughters.
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