This weekend was my last weekend as an editor here at Evil Beet. Sarah will be taking over the heady responsibility of providing you with your weekend celebrity gossip fix. The job is in good hands.
I can hardly believe it’s been a year (almost to the day) since I took over the job of weekend editor. In that time, I’ve learned much from my fellow editors and authors– Wendy and Molls– and have felt truly privileged to have been able to work for the brilliant Beet herself, Miss Sasha Pasulka. I owe them all a debt of gratitude.
However, I owe the greatest share of thanks to you– the readers of this site– not just for putting up with my spelling errors, but for providing me with the overwhelming experience of having an actual audience. Until I took this job, writing was a very personal, intimate endeavor for me. I always put a part of myself in my best writing, and before Evil Beet, always felt embarrassed showing my work to anyone else, lest they criticize it, and by extension me. Through both kind encouragement and eviscerating castigation, you’ve certainly broken me of that!
I’m not sure exactly what my future holds, but I think it’s safe to say that I will continue to write, although in what capacity I’m not yet certain. For the time being, I am content simply to take a few month’s worth of weekends to play a shit ton of video games and dance myself silly at a shit ton of parties.
Tiger Woods broke his media silence today in what turned out to be a surprisingly thorough interview with the Golf Channel (watch it in its entirety here). I was ready for a fluff piece focusing mainly on his golf performance, but the journalist who interviewed him actually asked some difficult questions. Tiger didn’t answer them all, but you can’t make someone talk if they don’t want to, and Tiger is definitely staying tight-lipped about exactly what happened that night when he plowed his car into a tree.
On other topics, however, he was very forthcoming, talking about his motivations, his experiences in treatment, and his plans for the future. I have a fairly sensitive bullshit meter and he wasn’t setting it off (until they asked him what really happened that night.) He seems genuinely sorry about what he did, and maybe even a little self loathing– which is good to see when someone as famous as him screws up as badly as he did; it indicates introspection.
I’ve got no recommendations for Elin. I don’t see how a marriage can come back from such a thorough and public betrayal of trust, but thankfully, I’m not married to Tiger Woods and don’t have to make that kind of a decision. As an outside observer however, I think I’m willing to let bygones be bygones. He’s no longer an asshole in my book– he’s just a guy who screwed up, spectacularly and thoroughly. I can’t say with certainty whether or not he’ll be able to come back from this incident, professionally or personally, but I can say with certainty that this will be the last time I’ll ever write anything about his infidelity.
Bieber celebrated his 16th birthday in L.A. a few weeks ago and threw a party to celebrate. The party included all the usual “sweet 16″ birthday shenanigans– cake, spankins, and that traditional teenage right of passage: receiving a Range Rover from Usher.
Kids these days are so spoiled. When I turned 16, all I got was Sisqo and a Pontiac.
In the music industry, I think it’s perfectly fine for a producer to give a Range Rover as a birthday present to a kid that’s made him millions.
But sometimes I like to pretend celebrities are everyday people and ask myself whether or not their actions would fly in the normal world. In this case: grown ass man with admitted sex addiction giving an expensive car to an unrelated, doe-eyed 16 year old boy on his birthday.
Mark Ronson was spotted leaving a London hotel, holding hands with a “mystery girl” who is both breaking the tights-are-not-pants rule and inspiring a new rule, which I am going to call the Navajo-blankets-are-not-jackets rule.
There’s also something going on below the knee that could be boots, or could be garbage bag shin guards wrapped over suede booties. Garbage bag greaves are only acceptable if you are A) homeless, or B) going to clean up a crime scene.
Slow down mystery girl! Life is short and all, but you don’t have to try to break every fashion rule in a single day!
“With all I’ve been through with marriage, divorce and girlfriends, I’m the wrong guy to ask. I happen to like Jesse and hope this works out for them. However, should it not, with all her success and money, I’d be happy to take Sandra Bullock out for the time of her life.”
—Dennis Rodman gets in line behind the rest of Hollywood, lookin to score some Sandra Bullock on the rebound. March Madness!! We could probably do a bracket of all the celebrity guys who will be vying for her attention.
A special effects explosion went wrong while filming a battle scene for the upcoming movie Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and “Hogwart’s Castle” was completely incinerated.
To clarify, a set at Leavesden Film Studios in Hertfordshire that is used for most of the interior shots of the castle (like the photo above) burned down, not the 11th century castle in Northumberland that is gussied up with computer animation and used for the exterior shots in the movies (yes, they use different locations for the exterior and interior shots, those sneaky bastards).
None of the cast was on set at the time of the fire, but more than 100 crew were present, which could have been a disaster given how quickly the set caught alight and how difficult it was to extinguish. Despite the efforts of six fire crews, the set was completely destroyed; a loss estimated at around £100,000.
No word from the studios on how much this might push back production dates (and the eventual release of the film), but if they have to completely rebuild the set and special effects equipment, I don’t see how it couldn’t.