After what a lot of people are saying ‘only’ eight months of dating, Kristin Cavallari and NFL quarterback Jay Cutler are engaged. The couple started dating last fall, and after weeks of Cavallari telling people left and right that she’s so in love, her man Jay popped the question this past weekend on a Caribbean mini-vacation.
Me, I don’t necessarily think that eight months is too soon for a proposal – I mean, shit. First off, it’s two fairly-known people in Hollywood. Eight months is like two years at the very least. Second? It’s not like they were dating for eight weeks or something. There was this dude who called in on Delilah the other night to request a wedding song for him and his bride, and when Delilah asked him how long they’d be together, he said a month. Even fucking Delilah didn’t know how to respond, you know? A month. And they were engaged and getting married the following week. I almost wrecked the car when I heard ‘four weeks.’ (laugh all you want at me listening to Delilah in the car, but it’s not like I listen to that crap at home or anything.) But hey. It’ll either end one of two ways: Delilah’s boy and his woman will end up happily ever after, or they’ll be applying for an annulment in six weeks.
So anyway. Kristin Cavallari and Jay Cutler. Engaged, woo! Congratulations are in order!
I just saw these photos of Robert Pattinson getting on a plane in St. Thomas and only one line of questioning came to mind: “Hey, cutie. Where you going in those sensible cords and cap? Where you bringing that acoustic? Is there a party on South Street tonight? Some bros hosting a kickback? We getting a beer ball and ordering wings from Domino’s with your dad’s credit card or what?”
For some reason Rob, who’s normally pretty well-dressed and adorable (except for when he’s rendered in wax,) chose this outfit to wear on his private plane back to the States. I can’t decide if laid back and slightly douchey look makes me like him even more, or if I want to see if he’ll take me to a Dave Matthews Band concert.
Today’s kinda a rough day for kids who grew up the 90s and hip hop fans alike. It’s the nine year anniversary of the death of Lisa ‘Left Eye’ Lopes, the sparkplug rapper from 90s girl group TLC. I remember being in school when I heard the news that Left Eye had passed and it was pretty devastating. TLC hadn’t come out with a record since 1999 and Lisa’s 2001 solo effort was somewhat of a dud. She’d also dealt with a lot of scandal in her personal life, most notably when she lit a pair of her boyfriend’s sneakers on fire and left them to burn in the bathtub of her home.
I was such a huge TLC fan growing up that I remember watching the premiere of that show All That (remember that one? Staring that nutbag Amanda Bynes and current SNL cast member Kenan Thompson?) just so I could see them perform as the musical guest. I was home alone and my mom called to check in on me right as they were about to take the stage, and since this was pre-DVR, I hung up the phone on her mid-sentence just so I could watch them boogie down in over-sized overalls to their song “Creep.”
If you have any memories about Lisa or TLC, feel free to hit up the comments. Otherwise, rest in peace, Left Eye. We miss you, girl.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the Britney Spears and Nicki Minaj tour is not to be missed, but unfortunately, I might have to miss it. Why? Because I don’t have anywhere from $99-$999 to spend on a ticket to see them.
With the way Britney’s been acting, the Femme Fatale tour may be her last big outing, but by the time taxes and surcharges are factored into the price of her tickets, she might be performing for an empty arena. When the tickets went on presale and I saw the prices of the packages available, my jaw dropped. I mean, bitch better use all that cash on a new weave.
I know that it costs a lot of money to outfit Britney in those leather bodices and sparkly unitards and I’m sure the pyro and stage production alone is like, ten dollars per seat, but who the hell has that kind of money lying around to blow on an aging pop star who can’t even dance anymore? The draw on this show seems to be Nicki, and even as a huge fan of hers, I really wouldn’t spend much more than fifty bucks to see her live. Like, does a pair of ass implants come free with with every ticket?
Are you going to try and score tickets to see Britney and Nicki’s show? Do you think the prices she’s charging are reasonable for what you’ll get, or are you sucking it up and paying just because you don’t want to miss it?
Have you ever seen a person or a brand sell out on so many levels that you’re not sure if it’s for real or a total joke? That’s exactly the feeling I got watching this new commercial for Magnum Ice Cream starring Rachel Bilson and directed by Karl Lagerfeld, designer and creative director for Chanel.
I can’t help but wonder if the ad is supposed to be a tongue-in-cheek nod to 90s model worship and the bizarre advertisements of that era, or if it’s just weird and kind of pointless. One would think that shelling out the big bucks to have someone as renowned for his taste as Karl would ensure you’re going to get a classy ad that not only makes sense, but is somewhat ingenious and memorable. However, I’m just a little bit confused and frustrated after watching it. All this money spent on a celebrity endorsement and director and you get this cheap-looking, nonsensical and peculiar spot? Oh, wait. Haven’t we outed Karlie as somewhat of an idiot before?
Is Karl trying to ruin ice cream for us so we’ll be as skinny as his models of choice?
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