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Brooke Shields

Brooke Shields Stayed Away From the Drugs As a Child Star

Brooke Shields is like a dinosaur by showbiz standards (in the best possible way) – she’s been a working model and actress for absolutely ages, but you never really hear much in the way of scandals about her. Wanna know why? Because she made sure to avoid it by not acting like a damn idiot in public and getting into trouble, despite whatever racy roles she might have embodied on screen.

In an interview with Haute Living (via US Weekly):

“I would get invited to Studio 54, but I’d leave before all the craziness and drugs happened,” she told the new issue of Haute Living. “I never saw the bag passed around. Andy Warhol and all those guys were very sweet to me. There was something about me that they wanted to protect and uphold.”

Shields, now 47, first made her big screen debut as a child prostitute in Louis Malle’s controversial Pretty Baby at the young age of 12. The actress said that even though there were plenty of naysayers surrounding the film’s release, she was personally never fazed by the risque roles she took on.

“I think that the reason why I was unfazed was because there was an innocence to the characters,” she said. “In Pretty Baby the director didn’t want a little Lolita, he wanted an innocent kid and he got that.”

Word. I like Brooke Shields – she’s a pretty okay actress, she’s been very frank and open about her struggles with postpartum depression and does a lot of charity work and just seems like a pretty cool lady. Maybe some of the younger stars today should be taking a page from her book.

Is Brooke Shields Hitting the Peace Pipe?

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Well, well, well. Look what surfaced on dem Internetz today—a photo of who appears to be Brooke Shields, hitting a pipe with H.R., who is a hardcore artist (real name: Paul D. Hudson) who performed with Bad Brains.

Brooke has, naturally, come forward, claiming that the old photo isn’t her, but … I don’t know. KIND OF looks like Brooke Shields to me, you know? I’d guess that the picture is maybe two decades old, which would put Brooke at about twenty-seven, and H.R. at about thirty-six. Sounds right, right? And if there was any question about the pipe-hitter’s identity, here’s some food for thought: this is what Brooke Shields looked like at the age of twenty-seven:

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Motherhood Made Brooke Shields Want to Kill Herself


Brooke Shields has been pretty open about her struggles with severe depression following the birth of her children.  She wrote the book Down Came The Rain: My Journey Through Postpartum Depression, fought publicly with Tom Cruise and appeared Sunday night at the Hope for Depression Research Foundation in New York City.

Shields spoke candidly about that time in 2003 and just how close she came to ending it all:

“We think and we feel that we should just be able to handle it on our own,” said the actress, who is mom to two girls, Rowan, 6, and Grier, 3. “I’ve always been strong enough to get through every single difficult situation in my life. I grew up in an addictive household. My mother [Teri] had acute alcoholism. It’s in my blood. I was never going to be the one to succumb to it.”

After a miscarriage and seven IVF attempts, she gave birth to daughter Rowan in 2003 with her husband, TV writer Chris Henchy. “I finally had a healthy beautiful baby girl and I couldn’t look at her,” she said of the depression she felt. “I couldn’t hold her and I couldn’t sing to her and I couldn’t smile at her … All I wanted to do was disappear and die.”

In her deepest moments of despair she said, that the disease led her to believe, “I should not exist. The baby would be better off without me. Life was never going to get better – so I better just go.”

Brooke went to her doctor and ended up on meds.  Like many depressed people, she then decided that she didn’t need medication and stopped taking it.  It was a mistake that led to “the week I almost did not resist driving my car straight into a wall on the side of the freeway.  My baby was in the back seat and that even pissed me off because I thought she’s even ruining this for me. I just wanted to drive into the wall and my friend stayed on the phone with me and made me safely get home.”

After more talks with her doctor, the actress was able to realize that she had a true chemical imbalance that needed to be treated.  “I learned what was going on inside my body and what was going on inside my brain.  I learned I wasn’t doing anything wrong to feel that way. That it was actually out of my control.  If I had been diagnosed with any other disease, I would have run to get help. I would have worn it like a badge … I didn’t at first – but finally I did fight. I survived.”

I applaud Brooke for throwing the cloak off the stigma surrounding mental illness that still seems to exist.  Hell, I applaud all celebrities when they use their status to help others, and I imagine that Brooke’s admissions will.

They Can’t Dress Up as Themselves

Gwen Stefani, Zuma Rossdale, Gavin Rossdale, Kingston Rossdale - Halloween 2009

Considering that a lot of non-famous people probably dressed up like them last night, it’s interesting to see what celebs chose to be for Halloween. I love that Gwen Stefani wasn’t afraid to don a head to toe Jessie (from Toy Story 2) costume to take her kids out trick-or-treating. Gavin gets negative points for taking himself too seriously and not wearing a costume.

Red Hot Chili Peppers frontman Anthony Kiedis and his son both dressed as Eddie Munster while Christina Aguilera and son Max went out as a pair of skeletons. James Gandolfini and designer Christian Siriano both looked unintentionally creepy– one because he was wearing a Homer Simpson mask with the eyes cut out, the other because… well… you’ll see.

Thank Goodness The Academy Has Extended The Best Picture Category To Ten Nominees


Brooke Shields is heading to the big screen and let me tell you, this is going to be a good movie.  When I say “a good movie” I mean “a funny movie.”  And when I mean “a funny movie” what I really mean is “sooooo damn funny that such a piss-poor movie was ever produced.”  Even the title is bad.

Brooke has signed on to costar with Brendan Fraser in a movie called Furry Vengeance and no, it’s not porn.  As if the mere presence of Brendan Fraser wasn’t synonymous with box office gold, check out this plot:  Fraser’s character goes to battle with a gang of raccoons when he infringes on their territory.  The raccoons get mad and start plotting against him.  Oh, the hilarity!

When we get a release date on this flick, you’ll probably want to start advance ordering your tickets to avoid standing in the lines that are guaranteed to wend around the corner of your local theater.

I Love the Kentucky Derby

I love the Kentucky Derby–not because of the horse racing. I could give a crap about horse racing– although I do love to hear Nancy O’Dell talk about how she chooses what horse to bet on based on how nice its ass is.

Equestrian junk-in-the-trunk aside, I love the Kentucky derby because it makes obscenely rich (and moderately famous) people put ridiculous things on their heads and stroll around for photo ops because, well, that’s just what one does on Derby Day. It’s the rich and famous version of peer pressure at its worst, and I love every minute of it.

Take a stroll through the photo gallery. You’ll find yourself asking questions like: Did a can of silly string explode on Lynn Whitfield’s head? Does Bobby Flay ever NOT look like a total prick? If I jump on Brooke Shields’ head, will I get an extra life?

In case you were wondering, a tiny, screaming, weeping, Creole lunatic riding a horse called “Mine That Bird” won the race today. God, I love the derby.

It’s A Christmas Miracle!

I don’t know how it could be, but Lipstick Jungle has been given a stay of execution.  NBC has put the show back on the schedule starting December 5th.  Who said miracles don’t happen?  I file this second chance in the same category as all Blessed Virgin Mary appearances that take place in the form of condensation on grocery market freezer doors.  A inexplicable event that defies logic but happens for a reason.  And for what reason do we need more Lipstick Jungle?  I don’t know either.  But as is with all divine interventions, it is not for us to question.

There are four episodes left and the network hasn’t ordered any new episodes.  So if you’re a fan, now is your time to stop mailing lipsticks to NBC execs and start recruiting viewers.  Oh, if any of you had a Lipstick Jungle party last night in honor of the last episode, restock up on the Fritos and ‘tinis because I predict the last episode, for real, will be January 9th.  I guess I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that the show’s time has changed from 10 p.m. EST to 9.  I’d hate to feel I contributed in any way to the defeat of the LJ revival campaign.