Poor Kelsey Grammer.  His wife of 13 years, Camille, filed for divorce at the beginning of the month, and now it turns out he’s going to lose a ton of money because the couple didn’t sign a prenup when they got married.

Kelsey is filing documents in attempt to avoid paying spousal support and to declare all of his Frasier earnings solely his, but since the couple got married four years into the series, that would only work for those first four years.  His earnings from the other seven years of the show, plus all the money from syndication and money from whatever else he’s done will have to be split evenly between them.  That sucks for Kelsey, because towards the end of Frasier, he was making about 1.6 million dollars per episode.

This is his third divorce.  Kelsey, what did we learn?  The next time we meet a cute blonde dancer/stripper/Playboy model* and fall in love, are we going to take a few moments to make sure our remaining money from our hit sitcom is going to stay ours?  Ok, baby, you call up David Hyde Pierce and cry it out now, you hear?

*These are the actual professions of his three wives.

Mischa was snapped by photogs at the Nice airport with her boyfriend, Alexander, in a T-shirt that says “shit” a couple times, but I can’t quite tell in what context. This is because her ridiculously long blonde extensions cover most of the words. What’s the point of wearing a statement tee if no one can tell what the statement is, Mischa?

P.S. Love the shoes!

P.P.S. Is that really what you’re gonna wear on the airplane? I’m always puzzled when I pass girls in an airport terminal wearing super-tight jeans or miniskirts or pounds of jewelry. Like, really? I get that looking good is really, really important to you, but you are going to have to sit in that thing for hours. Do you not own a single pair of butt-clinging sweatpants that would suffice?

She also played roles in two of my favorite movies — Love Actually and The Mothman Prophecies. That Mothman shit was pretty freaky, wasn’t it? I had nightmares for weeks and anxiety about bridges for months after seeing that for the first time. Crazy.

Linney recently sat down for an interview with Prevention magazine and discussed everything from aging, to her diet, to recent stints on Broadway:

You starred on Broadway in Time Stands Still [which reopens with Linney on September 23] with famously vegan Alicia Silverstone. Did she help shape your diet?
I love Alicia – she had an enormous influence on me. I burst with pride over her book [The Kind Diet]. And she said, “You don’t have to be one thing or the other, just figure out what’s best for you.” I had been so rigid in my thinking about if I was going to be a vegetarian, if I was going to be a vegan. I don’t have to put that pressure on myself. I”m just trying to learn what the best diet is for me.

What kind of changes have you made?
Well, I certainly feel better now that I’m barely eating meat. I don’t feel as heavy, my digestion is better, my skin is better – even my hair is better! And I feel healthier when I don’t eat dairy, but that’s really hard for me – I love cheese. But food is not just nutritional, it’s mental, so you know, if I need a little chocolate every once in a while, I need a little chocolate.

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Shortly after landing herself the big deal lawyer, Robert Shapiro, and less than a week before she’s due for jail, Lindsay Lohan checked into a sober living house.

She checked in yesterday to the house (founded by Shapiro himself, natch), and she’s already received such illustrious visitors as her mother Dina, Samantha Ronson, and her new lady friend, Eilat Anschel.  It looks like Shapiro is trying to show Judge Revel that Lindsay is really trying this time, ok, she’s really trying so hard to be sober so she doesn’t even need to go to jail even a little bit.

I don’t think she’s going to buy it, Rob.  If Lindsay had checked into a sober living house probably any other time in her life than six days before she’s supposed to go to jail, it might have looked like she was validly trying to get help.  As it were, it just looks like she’s a day late and a dollar short, both for looking sane and for taking any kind of care of herself.

Jennifer Love Hewitt photographed leaving her home in LA yesterday afternoon, looking not-at-all demented, demonic, or douchey.

Clearly, she’s shooting for the stars. After a week or so of searching for, you know, The Best Lawyer Ever, Linsday’s set her sights on Robert Shapiro — the man who did the impossible and got OJ Simpson off on capital charges for the murders of his wife and Ron Goldman.

Sources close to Lindsay say that she’s doing everything in her power — and in the power of prolific attorneys — to avoid jail time, and to secure a more “comfortable” place in a rehab or other similar facility.

Lindsay is supposed to begin her stint in the pokey on July 20th. And I can’t fucking wait. If this lawyer somehow finagles a deal with Judge Revel that changes Lindsay’s ultimate location, I’m going to be pissed, for real. You know, not as pissed as when OJ Simpson got away with murder was found innocent, ’cause that’s a horse of a different color, but it’s a big, fucking, nasty, fly-ridden horse all the same.

Lindsay needs to do this thing the hard way this time, or she’s never going to learn.