No, I’m just kidding. She could be a perfectly nice young girl for all I know. Not that, you know, lushes are bad people. I’ve met my share of drunkards that were quite lovely, in fact.
But I just read a partial interview with former American Idol fame, Kellie Pickler. She of super-hot “Red High Heels” fame spoke to OK! magazine for their September issue and discussed how vast the difference is between her and Carrie Underwood, the “other” country-sangin’ blonde of American Idol, and her affinity for beer and not food:
Last thing I bought
I have an obsession with koozies [a fabric sleeve to keep beverages cold]. So I bought me a “Grand Ole Opry” koozie for my beer. I like my beer. I’d rather drink beer than eat.
Last thing I Googled
Dalmation adoption centers. I was looking for a local rescue center that has Dalmation puppies.
Last time I was mistaken for another celebrity
A lot of people confuse Carrie Underwood and me – we’re blonde, country and both from American Idol. I get called “Carrie Pickler” and she gets “Kellie Underwood.” But we’re totally different – night and day. I’m crazy and she’s a lady.
Last date night
Kyle [her fiance, songwriter Kyle Jacobs] and I will usually go down to Green Hills to watch a movie at the theater, or we’ll sit home and order one On Demand.
Good for you for being normal, Kellie. I know that not a lot of people know who you are, and even less dig country as much as they dig Carrie Underwood, but hey. You’re cute, you’re real, and you supposedly messed around with Kid Rock. And that makes you clutch in my book.
August 26, 2010 at 8:00 am by Sarah
Where have I been and how did I not know this? Despite it being “the worst-kept secret in Nashville”, I was completely unaware that these two were dating. And they’ve reportedly been dating for a year!
Pickler, on a radio interview, referred to being involved in a year-long relationship. Now other Nashville sources have stated that “the guy” is actually the ex-Mr. Pamela Anderson. He does like them blond and low on the bell curve, doesn’t he?
What do we think of Rockler? Cute couple or creepy? I vote “kinda cute.”
June 29, 2009 at 1:41 pm by Wendie
The virtually unrecognizable Kellie Pickler has a new video out for her song Best Days Of Your Life. The video features Beet’s fave, Taylor Swift, who you just know was thinking about her lost Jonas the whole time they filmed this.
I could totally see this crossing over to Top 40 music which is a good thing. I’ve been struggling lately because I can’t stand country music, but I find myself liking it and sometimes even seeking it. This cannot be happening.
March 27, 2009 at 9:15 am by Wendie
Here are more shots of Kellie Pickler at NY Fashion Week.
I am REALLY unhappy with this new face and look of hers. I just adored her before. Now she looks so fake.
February 14, 2009 at 1:47 pm by Evil Beet
I literally let out a little squeak when I saw this photo of Kellie Pickler at the CMAs. My slumbering dog woke up and stared at me, like “Is everything okay, Mom? Do you need me to bark or something?”
Holy fake boobies!
And, like, that adorable fresh-faced Southern gal we all fell in love with on American Idol is officially looking worked. Like she was rode hard and put away wet. I’m just going to start referring to it as Aubrey O’Day syndrome. Kellie Pickler is suffering from Aubrey O’Day syndrome.
November 12, 2008 at 7:43 pm by Evil Beet
It’s been nearly a week since the last celebrity decided to break their silence on the hasn’t-been-taboo-in-twenty-years subject of depression.
So it’s about time another one stepped up to the plate!
Enter Kellie Pickler, who
has a new album to sell wants to help others by sharing her own story.
“Everything in my professional life seemed great,” says the former American Idol contestant, 22. “But in my personal life, I was just crumbling.”
Anti-depressants made her “crazy,” she says, and the side effects forced her to quit the pills.
At the same time, she watched her father â€“ a convicted felon who had been released from prison soon after her Idol stint â€“ spiral downward again and return to jail, while her mother, who abandoned her at age 2, unexpectedly reemerged.
“I was an emotional wreck,” she says.
Her friendships with singers Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood, along with a new love â€“ Nashville songwriter Kyle Jacobs â€“ and writing songs for her new album (her self-titled sophomore effort was released Sept. 30) helped her find balance again.
“He makes me feel so good about being me,” she says of Jacobs.
Can I just say something?
(Of course I can, it’s my blog. But asking first is stylistically effective, don’t you think?)
If I am ever a really famous person, I have like a laundry list of shit I’m going to pull out for these sob-story articles. Seriously name the mental disorder, and I’ve been diagnosed with it by some over-zealous psychologist at some point in my whiny, whiny life. I was applying for new health insurance yesterday, and they have like a 14-page questionnaire filled with diseases and you have to check a box if you’ve been diagnosed with any of them. And on 13 of the 14 pages, I checked nothing. I don’t have fibromyalgia. Never had encephalitis. No endometriosis poking past this uterus. I am a perfect candidate for health insurance. And then we get to the “mental health” page and I’m like, “Oh, shit, here we go,” and I had to check like everything short of “mental retardation,” which, at that point, I kind of thought I should go get checked out for just to be safe. I think I need to just stop going to see shrinks and just accept the fact that I get grumpy sometimes.
But anyway, here’s the point: when I decide to over-share to a major national publication, I’m totally gonna preface it with, “Look, I wouldn’t normally be saying cornball shit like this, but I have a new book out, and I figure this’ll be an effective way to insert myself directly in the spotlight.” At least be honest about it, ya know?