Nothing but the best for John Edwards’ mistress, Rielle Hunter. Homegirl has decided who she wants her first television interview to be done with, and obviously she went for the queen, Oprah. The interview will take place in Rielle’s Charlotte, North Carolina home and will most likely air during May sweeps.
An “insider” spoke to The National Enquirer about the interview and said, “She’s excited about giving her account of how she met John, how the affair began and what’s in store for her future. Rielle also wants to clear the air about the GQ photos – she’s basically doing it to get the truth out and tell her side of the story.”
While most married men who get caught sleeping around would do literally anything to silence their partners in adultery, John apparently not only said it was fine that Rielle took the interview, but he encouraged her to do it and get her side of the story out there.
This interview should be at least mildly interesting. Oprah tends to go soft at times (LOL), but she typically holds it down when she’s talking to non-celebs. I’m expecting a good mix ass-kissing and truth-telling.
Last weekend, Chelsia Hart and I headed down to Portland to check out the Biggest Loser open casting as part of the new reality-obsessed show we’re doing for SuperPass, Back to Reality. This was definitely my idea, and by “my idea” I mean I saw that they were casting in Portland and I emailed the crew like “OMG WE ARE GOING I DON’T CARE IF WE RIDE THERE FROM SEATTLE ON HORSEBACK.” (I’m kinda obsessed with Biggest Loser. )
We scored some exclusive interviews with the casting directors about the audition process and what they look for in potential cast member, and we chatted with people waiting in line (in the pouring rain for hours!) to audition. We also ran into Ken from season three, who was there to cheer on the folks in line, and we talked to him about his experience on the show and what life has been like for him and the other contestants since their time on Biggest Loser.
We put some of our favorite parts of the footage on YouTube — check it out!
Some jackass engineer released this audio of Jennifer Lopez in the studio attempting to record her single “Enough is Enough.” GUESS WHAT? It wasn’t perfect on the first take. So now we all get to run around the Internet talking about what a talentless hack Jennifer Lopez is.
Ummm, singing is hard. And singing in a studio, all alone, to a song you’ve never heard before on the radio and the music — but not the melody — coming in over headphones? Is harder. This isn’t half-bad for an early attempt — it’s a hell of a lot better than what I could do — and I think she’s very endearing throughout the whole thing. She realizes immediately that she’s off, and she laughs and apologizes. Maybe she went on a crazy diva rant later in the day, but if this was her worst behavior in that studio, that’s a damn good day for an A-lister.
I still don’t like your album, Jen, but I’ve got your back on this bullshit.
Ohhhhhh it’s a good day! I have a treat for pretty much all of you readers! (The 5% of you who are straight men can take a brief break from reading and think about Megan Fox.)
If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know my biggest celeb crush is also a totally random one — Matt Felker, the guy from the Britney Spears “Toxic” video. I have a general thing for guys in music videos, but he is my icon of video hotness. He is my Tawny Kitaen. The very first time I saw that video, I was like, “That is basically the hottest man on the planet,” and ever since I mentioned it, one of you will occasionally send me a tip on him. I got one such tip this weekend, and it was pretty much the best tip to ever hit my inbox. It was this glistening specimen of manhood you see now on your screen, assuming it hasn’t yet been burned by the hotness of these photos.
Apparently this is a recent photo shoot tangentially related to some big-shot role in a movie he’s filming. I like to think that this is what he’d look like in general when he is:
tiptoeing out of my bedroom after a night of passionate lovemaking … because he doesn’t want to wake me up while he cooks me breakfast.
reading from his daily meditation book while perched on the top step of the grass-encased pool at the lovely home we share. “Come down here, darling!” he will beckon to me. “I meditate better when you’re in the pool with me naked.” I will disrobe and slowly enter the pool, one toe first, then the rest. “Oh, darling,” he will say with a devilish grin. “Did I say ‘meditate‘? I meant to say that I masturbate better when you’re in the pool with me naked.” Then we fuck.
asking me for suggestions about what I would like to do in the bed tonight. I ask him if I can go down on him for at least twenty minutes because I looove giving head so much. “You really thought I’d fall for that?” he says as he laughs. “All women who say that are lying because they’re trying desperately to get their husband to orgasm so they can get back to their TV show. Really, my love, what would give you pleasure?” I tell him that it would be kinda hot if he posed like an angry monkey. So he did. And then we fucked, and I never had to put anything in my mouth except for later I was craving a banana.
preparing to pounce on the cloaked murderer who has infiltrated our lovenest and is preparing to kill us both so he can steal our amazing sexual chemisty. He will protect me from the murderer at all costs! The murderer, unfortunately, turns out to be my mother, who is wearing that stupid cape she bought in Boston even though I told her it looked ridiculous, and she didn’t want to call to let us know she’d taken an earlier flight because she needs to save the cell phone minutes to talk to my sister in case she has questions about the pot roast she’s making for her new boyfriend later tonight, and so she just took a cab right over and she hopes we don’t mind. Matt no longer feels he can protect me from this new breed of enemy, and he returns to bed.
Um, I died. Like, totally died. Like called my neighbor up and made her come over to look at them so we could say “Oh. My. Gawd” in unison. Repeatedly. I’m still kind of dying over the hotness. There’s also a video of some commercial he shot — in the desert, shirtless — with Amanda Booth. It is after the jump. It’s safe for work, but maybe not safe for your committed relationships.
HAPPY MONDAY!!! Now try to focus on work, people. :)
Filming on the Christmas-themed flick, which may or may not be shot in 3-D, begins in late June. Kal Penn will be there, instead of at his job as Barack Obama’s associate director of public engagement, where he was working under his real name, Kalpen Modi. See what he did there? He took his first name and split it up into two names that sound vaguely more American than his actual name. Maybe if Barack Obama had campaigned as Bo Rock we could have avoided a lot of controversy. Where were you then, Kalpen??
I suppose there’s a possibility that there was a contractual obligation for him to show up to do the third film, but this kind of reminds me of when Michael Jordan played baseball. (Look, people, I know I can’t replace Kelly, but at least I am trying to talk about sports.) Like, it sounded like his one true passion in life, the opportunity to pursue a long-held but largely undefined dream, but when you get down to brass tacks, waking up early every morning to work your ass off battling red tape for zero recognition and $50K a year is considerably less awesome than being rich and famous. If I’ve taught you people anything, let it be this: Don’t make a sex tape, and don’t ever convince yourself you should be working harder than you have to. The long-term consequences of both are painful.
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