“There needs to be, like, a professional athlete that comes out. And a movie star! It’s time…Like John Travolta? Come out! Come on. How many masseurs have to come forward? Let’s do this.”
First of all, it’s none of Rashida’s business when it comes to John Travolta making the decision to come out or not. Do I think he’s gay? Well, yes. Does Rashida? Apparently. Does the rest of the world? More than likely. However, I don’t know where there’s anything written down in the Gay Creed about “coming out” being an integral part of the homosexual experience. You know, some people are very private about who they date, what kind of person they like, how their relationships turn out … why should gay people be any different? Why is it mandatory that people “come out” if they don’t choose to? If I had a particular type, say, 6′ tall, dark hair, stubble-faced, and blue eyes, do I need to go around wearing a signboard that says so? Should I go ’round making public statements to the tune of, “Yes, my type, ladies and gentlemen, is tall, dark, and handsome?” No, because that would just be stupid. People would be all like, “Oh, OK, wow. That’s news right there, now, isn’t it?” Dumb.
I’m not a Travolta-lover by any means, because if the masseur-assaulting has any bit of truth to it, that’s just messed up, but I don’t think—at all—that someone should be forced or coaxed to come out if they don’t feel the innate need. Come on.
Go back to ironically dating Jake Gyllenhaal or whatever, Rashida, because unless you actually start doing something interesting, we’re probably not going to talk about you again for some time, OK, girl? Will that be alright with you?
August 14, 2012 at 7:30 am by Sarah
So I guess Jimmy Choo is doing a line for H&M. So of course they need to do a big Hollywood launch party for it. And they get a whole bunch of celebs to come. But whoever did the lighting on the red carpet completely fucked it up, so nobody gets to look good except for Hayden Panettiere, who can’t possibly look bad no matter what.
And then you have this completely tragic picture of Olivia Wilde, who is still basically the most beautiful human being on the planet, but she really need to avoid taking photos while standing next to Rashida Jones, who is incredibly tiny. Really it looks like someone did a bad job of Photoshopping them next to each other, like they messed up on the scale.
And also WTF is Paris Hilton wearing? We are NOT bringing back parachute pants, Paris. Not you, not Jimmy Choo, not anyone. We’re not bringing them back. Not now, not ever. Conversation over.
November 3, 2009 at 6:07 pm by Evil Beet
Puppies make everything okay. Natalie Portman and Rashida Jones in bed together doesn’t hurt either.