Avril Lavigne was looking less gnarly and bratty than usual while she filmed a Canon commercial in Canada. I don’t know how Avril is still getting endorsement deals after what feels like a decade since the last time she was popular, but she’s hanging in there. You go, girl. Or something.BTW, the photo agency tried to sell this photo set by saying that Avril was “getting flirty” with that dude on set, but I’m pretty sure he’s either a part of the ad or some rando crew dude that she’s just being cordial with. I’m pretty sure she’s still living with Brandon Davis (ew), so I’m guessing that they weren’t rubbing crotches together in her trailer.

This weekend is going to be huge. Jet Set Productions, a porn company that I’ve never heard of that could be important but I’m really just ignorant when it comes to the world of pornography, is set to start filming Getting Levi’s Johnson. And it’s going to be starring this hunk of man that appears above, who goes only by the name “Casey”. Because if you’re only going to have one name, it should be Casey. The “film” however, unlike the Playgirl spread that the real Levi took part in, is going to involve some actual penis. Duh.

This is the best part, you guys. The plot of the flick, from Gawker:

Chris Steele, the head honcho over at Jet Set, gave us a description of the movie, “It is a parody and the story follows our character Levi from his Fleshbot award, to his Peanut commercial, to his Vanity Flair photo shoot, flashes back to his days as a hockey player in Alaska and finally to his spread in Play Dude.” The movie will be available in February or March. Of course we just feel bad for the real-life Levi: someone is already stealing his gay porn thunder.

Well, first of all, that commercial was for pistachios, not peanuts, Chris Steele, head honcho over at Jet Set. Secondly, everything else sounds really, really good and I look forward to seeing it. You know… “It.” You get it, right? I’m talking about fake Levi Johnston dick.

No word yet on when the porno will be released, but I bet it will be filmed in the Valley, which is just over the hill for me. I’m going to have to round up some of my more perverted friends and see what we can hunt down.

Photo via NY Daily News

Well, some serious biz is going down with this Tiger Woods/Rachel Uchitel/like three other chicks story and we’ve got a lot to catch up on. This has now turned in to the sort of debacle where Gloria Allred is involved. OK? That’s next level. When Allred’s involved, I’m all like “Tell me what’s up, Gloria?” So here’s a little round up of what’s been going on:

According to TMZ, the press conference with Rachel that was supposed to be held this morning has now been postponed due to a late night phone call between Rachel, her people, and Tiger. They point out that Gloria Allred is like a chess player, and that she’d never back down from a press conference with a client unless it was for a very good reason. There have been rumors that Rachel is being paid off to keep silent, but nothing like that has been confirmed at this point.

What has been confirmed is that Tiger and his people wanted and encouraged Rachel to lie in her initial statement and deny that she ever had sexual relations with the golfer. Well, that seems pretty obvious, but the confirmation definitely points to a shit-storm of guilt.

It’s going to be a rough couple of months for Tiger, publicly and most assuredly at home. It’s a good thing Jermaine Jackson has his back.

Traffic on my personal blog has spiked since Wendie announced the very sad news that she’s leaving Evil Beet to pursue her own projects. Everyone wants the drama. Sorry to disappoint, but the drama stays with the celebrities, kids. Wendie has been an integral and beloved part of Evil Beet, and I am personally very sad to see her leave. She is heading out with my unending support and friendship, and I’m excited to see the projects she pursues in the future. I’ve got a full statement on it here if you must have gory deets.

Effective immediately, Molly McAleer is taking over as the Weekday Editor, which is going to rock SO FUCKING HARD, you guys. She will continue to share weekend shifts with the equally hilarious Kelly. So, no, we don’t have a job available, but thank you all for your applications. I love you very much. I just don’t have a job for you.

xoxo
Beet

This is so weird. Both Britney Spears and Victoria Prince were born on December 2. You wanna know what’s even weirder? It’s my dad’s birthday, too. I say this every year: Thank God my father shares a birthday with Britney Spears, because otherwise I’d never remember his birthday.

Twitney celebrated the occasion with her boyfriend, Jason Trawick, and her kiddos.

The singer and her agent beau Trawick, 37, started the celebration a day early Tuesday night at L.A.’s Mondrian hotel, where Spears also enjoyed spa services.

That night, the couple went to the Sunset strip, visiting both the Saddleback Ranch restaurant and Chateau Marmont. The next day, they shopped at West Hollywood’s Fred Segal boutique before reuniting with the pop star’s sons Preston, 3, and Jayden, 2, at her home in Calabasas.

“Britney looked so happy,” says an eyewitness. “She seemed very excited to spend her morning with Jason.”

Woooooow, you guys. Britney Spears is 28 years old. That means in a few months I’ll be 28 years old. I judge my age by Britney’s age. I feel like we’ve grown up together. Remember when Britney was 16 years old? I do, because I was 16 years old, too. I remember what I was doing when “… Baby One More Time” was the biggest song on the radio. It doesn’t feel that long ago. It doesn’t feel like that many years have gone by. But then I’m like, “Holy shit, Britney Spears is 28 years old,” and suddenly I realize that a lot of years have gone by. And everything has changed. In Britney’s life and in mine. I don’t realize how much has changed in my world until I think about how much has changed in Britney’s. You guys, Britney Spears is, like, my barometer of life. (And I wonder why I don’t have a boyfriend.)

The Grammy nominations are out, and, to the surprise of no one, Taylor Swift and Beyonce are kicking some ass. Beyonce’s leading the list with 10 nominations, and Taylor’s close behind. After Taylor, Kanye West, Maxwell and Black Eyed Peas are tied with six nods apiece. (Why do people still nominate Kanye for awards? That just means he’ll be at the show, and that’s not good for anyone.) Despite a stellar year, Miley Cyrus came up empty, and Britney Spears got one nod for “Womanizer” as Best Dance Recording.

Here are the nods for Best Album:

I Am… Sasha Fierce, Beyoncé
The E.N.D., The Black Eyed Peas
The Fame, Lady Gaga
Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux Kings, Dave Matthews Band
Fearless, Taylor Swift

As much as I love Tay-Tay, Beyonce and Gaga’s albums were both phenomenal. Mostly, right now, I’m terrified that they’re all gonna split the “pop” votes and Dave Matthews Band is gonna come away with the win. I’ll die. I’ll just vomit all over the television and then foam at the mouth and then I will implode with the mind-bending pressure of my hatred of DMB. Please, Lord, no.

The Best New Artist category is, per usual, stuffed chock-full of artists who are not at all new. WHAT ARE THE REQUIREMENTS FOR THIS SHIT? Is it, like, you are a “new” artist if you released your first album no fewer than five years ago? Because, like, Silversun Pickups? The Ting Tings? Keri Fucking Hilson? These people have been around forevah.

Zac Brown Band
Keri Hilson
MGMT
Silversun Pickups
The Ting Tings

The full list of nominees is after the jump.

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