Do any of you follow LeAnn Rimes on Twitter? I do. Ever since she started blasting her current-boyfriend’s ex-wife and vice versa, I found it to be some pretty good entertainment for rainy days and days where I have no desire to get out of bed. That’s when I started following her, and I’ve found some pretty great gems of wisdom buried within all of the ‘I love Eddie Cibrian 4-ever’ and ‘Mrs. Eddie Cibrian (AKA the normal one)’ and ‘Eddie-Weddie + LeAnn = Tru Luv.’ Last night, LeAnn put up quite a doozy, and I thought it was totally shareable:
“A good friend just told me that the key to a successful marriage was to argue naked! I’m gonna do that from now on, when that rarely happens.”
OK, first of all. ‘When that rarely happens.’ Anyone who claims that they ‘rarely’ argue is trying to cover up the fact that THEY ARGUE LOTS. Seriously. I’m not saying that anyone who says that is lying, because there are couples who rarely argue, but anyone who FEELS the need to announce that publicly has got some serious self-esteem issues and you KNOW this bitch just needs constant reassurance about her relationship with Squint ‘n Grin Ed.
Second? I don’t know if any of you guys are, or have been in, long-term relationships, but pulling the nudity card to get out of trouble, or distract your significant other from the reality of the situation just generally doesn’t WORK after the first year or so. I don’t care how hot your body is – if you failed to unload the dishwasher after dinner because you wanted to play online Jenga or whatever, no amount of nudity is going to distract me from BEING ANGRY. Or, you know, whatever.
Sorry, LeAnn, I generally think you’re alright, if not a bit flighty, self-centered, and naive, but come on. Let’s get with the program here and realize that if you keep exposing your teeny-tiny body to Eddie for every little thing, there’s a good chance that you’re going to come home one day to find him shacked up – in your bed – with another emaciated blonde woman who looks nothing like you. And then, girlfriend? If you start taking your clothes off in order to argue? Well, that might be a little weird.
“It should be harder to be an artist. You shouldn’t just be able to put a song on YouTube and go out on tour. I don’t lip-sync. I would rather someone say I sang like crap than have people see me lip-sync.”
I know that little Becky Black didn’t exactly attain fame in the conventional way (you know; dragged to every cattle call and modeling agency on both coasts by money-hungry parents who regretted their every decision once they saw what a big, toothy monster they created), but you weren’t exactly received as a ‘real’ star back in your day, either, Miley. I’m, in no way, sticking up for Rebecca Black or that fucking awful ‘Friday’ business, but please. Let’s try to get BOTH feet in the real world before throwing other little girls under the bus for wanting what you have.
Poor Tara Reid. Her story really does kill me: Woman breaks out in a couple of pretty big movie roles, is instantly handed money and fame, reacts to it like many “normal” people do and turns to partying and alcohol, ruins her name, gets bad plastic surgery, ruins her name again and is now doing shitty parodies of her greatest hits for a comedy website. And we thought Lindsay Lohan was a mess, right?
This week’s plastic surgery gallery focuses on Tara, who quite famously had a boob job and a botched tummy tuck. The more I look at photos of her from over the years, I have to wonder if she’s done something to her face as well. Perhaps a slight nose job or some facial fillers?
Check out the gallery (and be warned, there’s a NSFW photo in there of her infamous 2004 wardrobe malfunction) and let me know in the comments what kind of work you think Tara’s had done… Also, on the off chance this bitch receives Google Alerts for her own name, you might want to throw in some suggestions for her next career move. She’d probably appreciate it.
Evan Rachel Wood once seemed so promising, right? She’s beautiful, she gave a knockout performance in Thirteen, and seemed like a pretty smart and down-to-earth teen. Then she started on-again-off-again dating Marilyn Manson and doing a bunch of other generally freaky things in the public eye. It was like the girl we hoped she was vanished before our very eyes and turning into yet another totally odd and misguided 20-something actress.
Today I saw her in this new Gucci fragrance ad with actor Chris Evans, and while celebrity endorsement deals for major brands are semi-exclusive and a sign of success, all Evan does in the clip is make out with Chris and then gyrate all over him. Basically, a part that would have normally gone to some model desperate to make a name for herself was played by Evan.
I am so tired of seeing this girl act sexy and irreverent. One or two over-sexed roles certainly never hurt an attractive young actress, but homegirl needs to put on a turtleneck and play a student or something.
What do you think of the ad and Evan’s decision to stick to sexy roles? Is that all she’s good for these days?
Just let that sink in. Let it wash over you. Breathe it in deep. Got it? All right, let’s get started.
Jennifer, along with Patty Jenkins, Alicia Keys, and Demi Moore, is directing a short film for Lifetime. These ladies’ films will be part of a series called Project Five, which is going to be a five-part anthology of short films devoted to the topic of breast cancer. There’s once more lady director to be announced for the project – any guesses?
“Our hope with Project Five is to entertain, inform and inspire dialogue, research and prevention. Otherwise, our goals are small,” Aniston, 42, tells UsMagazine.com in a statement. “We want these films to move people and empower those affected by breast cancer to stand tall through this challenge, which impacts all of our lives, no matter who we are.”
I can really respect Jen and each of those other women for donating their time and efforts to such a worthy project, and I mean that sincerely. And I don’t think the fact that I find it hilarious that Jennifer is directing a movie for Lifetime, the network for women who hate men (I love Lifetime, but come on, let’s just be real), detracts from that sincerity at all.
“How did we become friends? You know, the old story of boy meets girl, the boy pesters girl with too many phone calls at inappropriate hours of the night,” Farrell, 34, tells Access Hollywood.
“I was just lucky enough to become her friend in the last year and a half,” the actor added. “I adore her…still.”
Taylor, who passed away of congestive heart failure at the age of 79, spoke of her fondness for Farrell in the March issue of Harper’s Bazaar.
“I love Johnny Depp, and I love Colin Farrell,” she told Kim Kardashian, who conducted the interview. “They’re both brilliant, nuanced actors with great range.”
As a result of their unlikely friendship, the Horrible Bosses actor was asked to recite Gerard Manley Hopkin’s poem, “The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo,” at Taylor’s funeral.
“Elizabeth chose it. It was a tricky poem as well,” Farrell laughed. “Even in passing she had me under the thumb, sweating bricks.”
Farrell admits he’s still having a hard time coping with the loss of his friend. “I just miss her,” he said.
Is that a heartbreaking little tale or what? Ten minutes ago I didn’t even care about Colin Farrell, not even a little bit, and now all I want in this world is to hug him and hold his hand while we watch Cleopatra and cry. Who’s with me?
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