Today's Evil Beet Gossip

Lana Del Rey Engaged?

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Lana Del Rey may or may not be engaged to Barrie-James O’Neill of the “Scottish alternative folk band” Kassidy. Okay, raise your hands if:

a.) You didn’t know Lana Del Rey even had a boyfriend.

b.) You’ve ever heard of Barrie-James O’Neill.

c.) You’ve ever heard of Kassidy.

d.) You’ve ever heard of “Scottish alternative folk” as a genre.

I’m not hating! I’m just learning so much today!

I adore dear Lana. She gets a lot of hate, most of it seemingly for no real reason. (Rumor has it one major fashion company passed on using her as their spokeswoman because they didn’t like her long fake nails. H&M to the rescue!) I don’t understand the anger. Listen to her music, give the girl a chance. Watch any other live performance of hers that wasn’t the SNL ones. She’s good.

This is a pretty substantial ring. Surely she must realize that people are going to interpret this as an engagement ring. Apparently though, she’s worn this ring before; but on her ring finger. Perhaps she’s so in love with it that she wants it to take up permanent residence on the chosen finger. Now I want to see her wedding dress. Now. Even if she isn’t engaged, I don’t care, I still want to see it! Now.

Lana’s not saying anything. As of now, her latest tweet is simply “GATSBY”. Until it’s confirmed or denied, I guess we’re kinda outta luck. (That was a reference to one of her earlier songs, so for the 2 of you out there who got it, high five!) O’Neill isn’t saying anything either. He’s probably really focused on his Scottish alternative folk music at the moment.


Image by NY Mag.

Why is Tila Tequila Singing Again? Fucking Why?

Tila sings. Acapella. And raps. Poorly. Oh, man, if this isn’t trainwreck entertainment at its best, nothing is. She kind of reminds me of Snoop … you know, if Snoop wasn’t talented, male and coherent (at least most of the time).

Hearing her sing without music behind her actually reminds me of a time when Tila was pure … ish. It was January or February of 2005 and I’d embarked on my first tour of New Orleans’ Mardi Gras and my friends and I were completely — completely — wasted. We’d spent all day (and the previous night … and the day before … and the previous night before that) drinking. We had hit up pretty much every bar in the vicinity of Bourbon Street three times over at that point and Fat Tuesday was fast-approaching. We made another pilgrimage to one of the city’s hottest karaoke bars (yes, I’m a bona fide karaoke freak, thankyouverymuch) and stumbled upon none other than Ms. OMG herself, Tila Tequila. She was brunette then and didn’t have boobs as big as the lumpy mountains she calls tits now, but it was Tila in all of her cheerleader-skirt-with-garter-belts glory. She was just as wasted as the rest of us were and had her place on stage, dancing and grinding with the DJs. At that point, I didn’t really know who she was (other than another D-list famester) and I didn’t care much — that was the night that I got to sing a duet with a former contestant of American Idol, Desmond. If that was even his name. We sang Prince’s “Kiss” and it made my night. Tila had slithered off during the course of the evening, but I’ll always remember her as that babbling, inebriated kewpie doll, dancing dangerously and swinging tattooed limbs all over the place. Good times.

Oh, yeah, and her gossip site is up and running. But please don’t jump ship on me. I promise to (try and) be way more entertaining than the non-pregnant, sometimes-lesbian, drug-and-alcohol addled Tila Tequila. They’re some pretty big boobs boots to fill, but I’m confident I can do it. Even if I have to go and rob CVS stores to prove it.

Lady Gaga Wants to Die On Stage, is Clearly an Alcoholic

The always-dramatic Lady Gaga has been stunning fans with her antics and outlandish comments during the Monster Ball Tour (which will hit US soil on July 1st), but fear not: her constant go-getter attitude isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, let alone considering any kind of break. Gaga states that there’s no rest for the weary and as long as there’s a demand for Gaga, she’ll be there. Kind of like the Three Amigos.

“You know when people say, ‘Lady Gaga’s really tired, she needs to take a break,’ I just think about all those times I sang in bars when nobody was singing my lyrics. I’ll sleep when I’m dead, okay?”

Gaga also claims that alcohol will probably kill her someday (nice sentiment!) and she wants to make sure it happens on stage in front of her fans, rather than horribly alone in some used, celebrity-ridden hotel with cockroaches in the corner of the room and styrofoam takeout containers strewn about.

You know. Kind of like how Lindsay’s going to go.