Nate Dogg, or if you didn’t grow up during the eighties and nineties, Nathaniel Hale, passed away last night at the age of 41. No information has been released as to the official cause of death, but Hale had some pretty sticky health situations for the past few years and suffered some pretty serious ailments, including recent strokes.
I fondly remember Nate Dogg from my 6th grade year in school, as ‘Regulate’ had just been released, and naturally, had become popular. All of my friends and I would go to the local skating rink, request the song, and skate around like we were the trendiest, baddest of the badasses. Yup. Fond, fond memories of pretending to know it all at the tender age of eleven, when in reality, we didn’t even know what the song was alluding to. Isn’t it just like that a lot of times?
RIP Nate Dogg, and I hope you’re finally at peace.
When I was much, much younger, and the knowledge that TWO GIRLS played the part of Michelle on one of my favorite shows, Full House, was not yet known to me, I thought that the poor, troll-looking little girl in the show had just the WEIRDEST, LONGEST name ever. I mean, ‘Mary-Kate Ashley Olsen’? Didn’t exactly have a ring to it and I used to roll my eyes dramatically whenever I’d see the credits.
See? Even back then, at the tender age of seven or whatever, I was a snarky bitch, but I’ll admit – I was probably every bit as troll-looking as Mary-Kate and Ashley are today were back then, too.
So here we have Mary-Kate lurking in the streets of New York, looking like she raided a reduced-for-final-sale bargain bin at the Alfred Dunner outlet, and of course, I hate it, even as the ghost of my dearly departed grandmother stands behind me and knuckleballs the back of my head for taking the name of Alfred Dunner in vain.
Did you guys see Jimmy Kimmel Live last night, which featured this segment called The Hottie Body Jim-Miracle Diet? It was great. And it reminded me how hot some of the women in Hollywood actually are, and how awesome Jimmy Kimmel was able to round up, hell, most of them for this hilarious skit.
Still, Jess Biel is always mad awkward, everywhere she goes. It follows her around like a stank cloud, or a mangy dog.
Go ahead and let that headline sink in for a minute, it’s a doozy.
Neil Strauss, former rock journalist, has written a book called Everyone Loves You When You’re Dead: Journeys into Fame and Madness, and it sounds like a pretty good time: a review notes that some of the best segments of the book include “shooting guns with Ludacris, getting kidnapped by Courtney Love, making Lady Gaga cry, and shopping for Pampers with Snoop Dogg.” That’s all well and good, but Neil just recently had a chat with Radar about one of the more bizarre moments from the book:
The place was Courtney Love’s house in Los Angeles. The time was very late. The moment was when she leaped off her bed and suddenly said . . .
COURTNEY LOVE: Say hi to Kurt.
She walks to a dresser, pulls open a drawer, and removes a square-shaped tin. She removes the lid, revealing a plastic bag full of white ashes. A faint smell of jasmine emanates from the tin.
LOVE: Too bad you don’t do coke. Otherwise I’d suggest taking a metal straw to it.
STRAUSS: Yeah, I don’t think that would be the right thing to do.
LOVE: I’d like to though.
Yeah, that sounds about right. I think Courtney was messed up enough, and especially messed up over Kurt Cobain, that snorting his ashes would have seemed like a perfectly acceptable idea. So in Courtney Love Land, I think I’m going to give her a pass for this one. On Earth, I can’t even begin to describe how weird and creepy and uncomfortable this is to me. What do you guys think?
See, look at him try to grab a piece of himself up there. No shame in his game.
These pictures are of Justin with his wax self at Madame Tussauds in London. I’m sharing them with you for a few reasons: 1) I’m well aware that y’all guys can’t get enough of The Biebz, 2) I may have injured your delicate souls when I exposed you to Rebecca Black this morning, and I feel bad about it, and 3) I love wax figures. I don’t think I need to explain myself further.
With these photos, can’t you just tell how much Justin adores himself though? There’s a picture where he’s caressing his own face, and one where he’s fixing his hair. Yeah, I might be fascinated to see such a likeness of myself too, but I doubt I’d be looking so tenderly in its eyes.
Go ahead and check out the gallery, friends. It’s double the Bieber, what’s not to love here?
I’ve never had strong feelings about Rihanna. I was always like “yeah, she’s pretty, and a couple of her songs are ok, but can we move on?” But then she went and said some pretty respectable words to Vogue, and I think I’m going to give her an official thumbs up.
On her father and his reaction to the Chris Brown incident: “It really makes me question what I have become to my father. Like, what do I even mean to him? It’s really strange. That’s the only word I can think of to describe it, because you grow up with your father, you know him, you are part of him for goodness’ sakes! And then he does something so bizarre that I can’t begin to wrap my mind around it. You hear these horror stories about people going behind people’s backs and doing strange things, but you always think, Not my family. My father would never do that to me. My dad went to the press and just told them a bunch of lies. Because he hadn’t talked to me after… that whole thing … He never called to find out how I was doing, if I was alive, nothing. He just never called. He went straight to the press and got a check. And now he does it again. Now I’m like, Whatever. I tried.”
On her own reaction: “It actually gave me a lot of liberation,” she says. “What I mean is, I was able to tap into the personal part of my music. I started to tell stories through my music that were actually my stories. My album before that, there was still a little bit of protection, there was still an innocence to me. And what that time in my life did was kind of wake people up: It’s not all a bed of roses. My life is like yours. It made me look at the world in a much bigger way because my life was suddenly superduper magnified; all eyes were on me. I needed that in my life to know how to say, ‘Fuck off.’ To know how to keep my head high even in the worst of situations. I keep using the word unapologetic. But there’s a freedom that has come with all of that. Where you feel like you don’t have to make an excuse for being yourself.”
On her break-up with Matt Kemp: “I just kind of shut down from that,” she says. “I just let it go. I don’t ever want to have to depend on a relationship. I think it’s a really special thing to find love. It’s beautiful. Nothing can match it. But I want to make sure that I can find other things in life that I love besides … love.”
Rihanna has obviously gone through some horrible things in her life, much of it in the public eye, and for her to speak of it this gracefully and assertively? I think that speaks really highly of her character. So good on you, Rihanna, but I still can’t change the radio station fast enough when “Rude Boy” comes on.
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