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Jade Goody’s Husband Charged with Rape

Jade Goody's Widower, Jack Tweed, Backstage at the Reading Festival in August 2009

Jack Tweed, the widower of Big Brother reality TV star Jade Goody, has been charged with rape and remanded until  September 21st, when he will appear at Redbridge Magistrates’ Court.

Police arrested Tweed and another man in his twenties on Friday after a teenage girl reported that she had been assaulted at Tweed’s home in Woodford Green, east London. The other man arrested with Tweed has since been bailed out, but a third suspect was also arrested on Friday in connection with the case and is being held in a London jail.

Tweed has openly admitted that he’s had trouble coping with Goody’s death, drinking heavily and getting himself arrested for assaulting a taxi driver a few weeks after her passing. It’s regrettable that he is having such difficulty dealing with his wife’s death, but maybe he should shell out a couple pounds for a copy of The Grief Recovery Handbook or something. Rape is just not a good coping mechanism.

Jade Goody Funeral Service

Jack Tweed Carries Jade's Coffin

Services were held for Jade Goody early Friday at St. John the Baptist Church in either Buckhurst Hill or Waltham Abbey.  The way English people name their towns is confusng to me, so I’m not exactly sure what the place was called.

Several moderately famous television personalities were in attendance, as well as some fans who donned bright yellow sashes emblazoned with “In loving memory of Jade,” and stood on the street in front of a large projector screen displaying Jade’s name and dates of birth & death. Her two sons, as reported earlier, were not in attendance.

She is survived by her husband, Jack Tweed, her mother, Jackiey Budden, and her lasting legacy of making everyone feel weird and conflicted about the exploitative, public nature of celebrity death.

Jade Goody Can’t Even Spin in Her Grave


Jade Goody, whose funeral is scheduled to take place on April 4th,  is literally not even in the ground yet, and they’ve already begun casting for the film about her life. The Mail Online reports that “earlier this week it was revealed that trustees of the 27-year-old reality TV star’s estate want to turn her second autobiography, Catch A Falling Star, into a movie.”

Earlier this week? Correct  me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Goody pass away just one week ago? That means that days after her death, her trustees were on the phone, not with the funeral home or grieving family members, but with producers and casting agents. Strike while the iron is hot guys!

Actress Michelle Ryan has reportedly been picked for the role, but rumors are also flying that Ugly Betty and Extras star Ashley Jensen is also being considered.

In other news that you won’t be able to decide whether or not is disturbing or sweet, Jade’s husband Jack Tweed plans to auction off her clothes to raise money for cancer charities that helped care for her.

This kind of shit is what makes you feel conflicted and weird about celebrity death. Is it a touching tribute to her memory? Or just macabre and exploitative? Or was she exploiting herself and wouldn’t care that her husband is selling off her clothes before she’s even been buried?

R.I.P. Jade Goody


I apologize in advance for busting in amidst Kelly’s debut weekend — which she is handling brilliantly — but I happen to be awake at 3 am to receive this breaking and very sad news:

British reality TV star Jade Goody has finally lost her battle with cervical cancer. She died, at the age of 27, in her home early Sunday morning.

We didn’t cover the story very much around here, because something about sensationalizing a cancer death didn’t sit right with me. I understand why Jade accepted a great deal of publicity surrounding her terminal diagnosis, and I don’t judge her one bit for doing everything in her power to leave her sons in a financially stable position. I just didn’t feel right covering it. A friend asked me about it just the other day, about why I never wrote about her. “I’ll write about her when she dies,” I said at the time.

I turn 27 on Tuesday. I cannot imagine going through everything Jade’s gone through at this age, and I have a great deal of respect for the grace and strength she showed throughout the process. Jade went from being a 20-year-old reality TV laughingstock to a model of death with dignity in less than a decade. It’s a funny thing, this life.

R.I.P., kiddo.