You know what I always thought was odd? In the past year or so, we’ve all noticed LeAnn Rimes getting thinner and thinner, to the point where it seemed like there was no possible way that she could be healthy. But whenever anyone mentioned that to her, she always came up with one of two excuses: one is that she is healthy, thank you very much, and the other, and this one she’s used multiple times, is that we’re just used to seeing her with baby fat, but now that she’s starting to lose that, she looks thinner. Now, I’m no fancy scientist or anything, but don’t people generally lose their baby fat sometime before they’re 29 years old?
But hey, LeAnn doesn’t have to explain her body to me. But you know what she should explain? Why she’s doing a concert where ticket prices start at $250.
See, LeAnn is doing a big fancy concert at the Salk Institute. It’s for their Concert Under the Stars series, and she’ll be performing with the San Diego Symphony, probably because everyone has always said how great “Can’t Fight the Moonlight” would sound with a full orchestra. It’s for a good cause and everything – all the money raised from the concert goes the institute’s biological research – but $250 for a concert ticket? For a LeAnn Rimes concert ticket? Please. And that’s not even considering that some of the packages are going for $75,000, just in case you wanted to get reserved parking, a table for ten, and a dinner to go with your concert. Because I’m sure oodles of people will jump at that chance.
Oh, and just in case you’re still worried about LeAnn’s thighs, it’s ok: in all the other pictures from that set, her thighs are a good few inches apart. I wouldn’t want you to worry that she’s getting any baby fat back in her thighs. Because that’s a thing.
June 11, 2012 at 2:30 pm by Emily
I know. It really, really pains me to say that, especially coming so quickly after a “Christina Aguilera, what the hell are you thinking, girl” kind of post, but maybe that’s precisely why LeAnn is like a sight for sore eyes here. Christina practically seared off the first layer of my retinas, and though LeAnn is a total twat, she looks pretty here and it’s kind of refreshing to see someone who doesn’t have six inches of pancake makeup pasted on.
I mean, yeah, she’s still too skinny, and there’s a whole lot of white going on in this photo, and girl really, really needs to stay out of the sun for more than ten minutes at a time, but she looks pretty decent here. There isn’t much else going on for the lady these days, other than doing her normal hanging-out-in-a-bikini thing, so we’re going to go ahead and throw a dog a bone, now, alright? Can we just indulge her for a second today? It’s not like she’s out shooting guns at targets shaped like Brandi Glanville anymore, so we can thank our lucky stars for small favors.
June 3, 2012 at 3:00 pm by Sarah
In what is possibly the most terrifying news of the year, LeAnn Rimes has taken an interest in guns, and not a week after we learned that she was considering getting a restraining order against her husband’s ex-wife, Brandi Glanville. Because, of course, Brandi is the one we have to worry about here. Brandi is the one who made very real threats to LeAnn, and Brandi is so obviously the one who is mentally unstable. Right?
Nah, you guys know that LeAnn is out of her mind. She has no business messing with guns, especially not when this is clearly another publicity stunt. I don’t know if she’s trying to intimidate Brandi with some weird kind of “look what I can do” routine at the shooting range or if she genuinely believes that Brandi wants to do her harm, but either way, somebody needs to take the guns away from her.
Just to strike some more fear into your hearts, here’s a picture of LeAnn with an actual gun:
And an even bigger actual gun:
LeAnn posted these pictures on Twitter, natch, with captions like “I used to go shopping on a day off, now I go shooting!” and “bang bang…..” But for sure, she’s the one who needs the restraining order.
May 18, 2012 at 9:30 am by Emily
LeAnn Rimes is said to be ‘haunted’ at Brandi Glanville’s “I am going to kill you” threat, Celebuzz has exclusively learned.
We can also reveal that Glanville, a star of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, made other threats so serious that Rimes, married to Glanville’s ex-husband Eddie Cibrian, seriously considered asking a Los Angeles court to issue a restraining order against her.
“Brandi has told LeAnn to her face multiple times that she would kill her if she could,” a source close to the situation told Celebuzz.
“LeAnn is scared of Brandi and believes she is unstable. LeAnn’s own mother is concerned for her daughter’s safety too and regularly calls her to tell her so.”
Should LeAnn be scared for her safety?
In an interview with Australia’s NW magazine, Glanville, 39, recalled how she flew into a rage the first time she saw the singer, 29, at her son’s soccer game with ex husband Cibrian, 38.
“I remember walking up to soccer practice and there she was with my baby in her lap,” Brandi said.
“My blood was boiling, and I thought I was going to kill her. I really thought I was going to physically hurt her.
“But that was the first time I saw her that way – she was sitting in my soccer chair, under my tent, she’s got my kid on her lap and she’s with my husband, and that was that little moment of total irrational fury.”
Despite taking to Twitter Monday to declare “the articles online are incorrect,” Celebuzz can reveal this isn’t the first time that the reality star has gone public with the brash murder confessions.
Why does this not surprise me? Don’t get me wrong, though—I certainly don’t believe it. I don’t actually believe any of it, especially not after we received confirmation that LeAnn Rimes does absolutely everything for publicity and fame. She’s like this girl I knew in high school who’d carry around a bag of Tylenol (that had the ‘Tylenol’ emblems filed off so that they appeared to be blank from a distance) and she’d “accidentally” leave her backpack open at slumber parties because all she really wanted was eyes on her at all times.
No, I’m completely positive that all of this murdering- and restraining-order-stuff has nothing to do with the fact that LeAnn and Brandi are both dried-up hasbeens (even though LeAnn’s got a leg-up on Brandi since Brandi‘s actually a never-hasbeen) and all to do with the fact that someone was paid copious amounts of money to leak stories to media outlets about the volatile relationship between Brandi Glanville and LeAnn Rimes. Because come on. Give me a f-cking break already with this crap.
May 14, 2012 at 5:30 pm by Sarah
With their wedding vows recently renewed, LeAnn Rimes thinks she and her husband Eddie Cibrian are ready for another commitment – pig parenthood.
“Quote of the day…. ‘pigs are not stupid’ Trying to convince Eddie to get a mini pig. I want one,” the singer Tweeted on Monday.
While her husband may be opposed to the new pet, LeAnn got a little encouragement from a friend with experience.
“Here’s ours but [it] didn’t stay mini,” Tori Spelling Tweeted, with a photo of her pig Hank.
The sweet photo seemed to make the singer even more excited about mini-pig motherhood. “Adorable!!!!!” she wrote. “How much does he/she weigh?”
This, by the way, is Tori Spelling‘s pig:
May 9, 2012 at 5:30 am by Emily
1LeAnn Rimes Definitely Stages Photo Ops, in Case You Happened to Think Maybe Otherwise for Whatever Reason
From FOX News:
Like clockwork new shots of Rimes frolicking on a new beach in a new bikini appear in celebrities weeklies and web sites.
Here she is in Maui; there she is in Mexico; here she is in Malibu. If there’s a beach, there’s a good likelihood Rimes will be on it in a teeny weeny bikini.
Now some industry insiders are speculating that these pics aren’t paparazzi shots at all, but that Rimes is tipping off the photographers to stage the shots, and maybe even getting a piece of the action for herself.
The most recent pictures of Rimes and husband Eddie Cibrian looking picture perfect on a beach in Cabo San Lucas raised the eyebrows of one skeptical photo editor.
“Those photographs came into all the magazines and websites fully captioned and saying, ‘LeeAnn Rimes on a trip to renew her vows.’ There is no vow renewing in those pictures,” the industry insider told us. “There is no way the paps would have known she was doing that unless she specifically told them.”
“Plus the paps just don’t get access like that in Cabo,” the editor added. “They can’t get close enough to the celebrities without permission to get the quality of those photos. They were right next to her. There was no long lens. This was not intrusive in any way. This was a photo shoot.”
Pics like these demonstrate a truth long known in the magazine industry but hidden from consumers—celebrities are often in cahoots with the paparazzi.
“There are many celebrities who do everything possible to stay out of the paparazzi’s range yet many others use these photographers as their one-way ticket into glossy magazines. More behind the scenes deals are brokered between photographers and stars than most people think,” explained Dorothy Cascerceri, Senior Editor and television correspondent for In Touch Weekly magazine. “Sometimes celebs allow photo agencies to license their personal photos and other times they contact photo agencies before leaving the house so shutterbugs can snap them taking a ‘casual afternoon stroll.’ Attention-starved C- and D-listers are most well known for tipping off agencies. The paparazzi are as much puppets to some celebs as they are nuisances to others.”
Insiders said there is a possibility that Rimes is making money off her photos, even though it wouldn’t be big time cash. “We see her in a bikini all the time. There is nothing news worthy about LeAnn Rimes frolicking on the beach so it isn’t a big money shot,” an editor told us.“It is the equivalent of Jennifer Garner walking down the street with a coffee or maybe just a little bit more. I would say they sell to magazines for $1,000 and to websites for $100 a piece.”
But if those pictures are purchased by 10 magazines around the world and a hundred websites, that is still a nice chunk of change. But perhaps more than the money, such shots help to bolster Rimes’ somewhat tarnished brand which took a hit when she first hooked up with Cibrian while he was married to ‘Beverly Hills Real Housewife’ Brandi Glanville.
“Her story is defined as being the girl who hooked up with her co-star when they were both married and and she stole this woman’s husband. When you see her frolicking around in the sun it sends the signal this is real relationship just like yours. Maybe it was weird how they got together but now they are just like you,” an editor told us. “There is nothing news worthy about LeeAnn Rimes frolicking on the beach but it is another reminder to anyone who will pay attention that she is happy and skinny and still married.”
Rimes did not respond to our request for comment.
I so believe this. Not only because, YEAH, it’s LeAnn Rimes for crying out loud, but because one of our photo agencies totally loves to try and whack us with these outrageously exorbitant fees for using a lot of craptastic LeAnn Rimes photos and trying to make it legal by calling them “exclusive,” even though there’s f-cking nothing “exclusive” about LeAnn Rimes walking her ass to her car after getting a damn coffee. Exclusive? As in “we’re gonna charge you a grand if you even accidentally LOOK at this photo, let alone use it”? Bitches, please.
Also, LeAnn Rimes is pretty foolish. I mean, what’s going to happen when everybody catches on to the fact that she’s not doing a whole lot of impressing these days, and the fact that she’s only paying people to take her damn picture to get her on websites like our own is just … well it’s sad. And it’s a waste of money, because at the end of the day, no one’s going to be all like, “Damn! Remember LeAnn Rimes? Whatever happened to her?” only to hear the response, “She filed Chapter 7 or 11 or both of them whatever she qualifies for as her own personal business entity ages ago, ’cause she spent all of her money paying to have her picture taken. Word.”
And that’s definitely how I see this panning out.