Hi , now it’s all died down i’m saying my side of what I can’t believe is considered to be a story.
Elton john and I are friends. I was honoured when Elton asked me to present the GQ awards with him this year in association with Elton’s AIDS foundation. Not only was it for a good cause but who would say no to Elton.
I’m not defending my drunkeness because i don’t need to, i’m 23 it was an awards ceremony i drank the free champagne, how awful of me.
Trying to create a feud on the other hand, and trying to make me out as being some rude little girl with a drink problem is just unfair, Elton and I exchanged jokes and there were no hard feelings at all, infact neither of us gave it a second thought. It’s sad that an evening enjoyed by all had to ruined by some bitter journos again.
The last time Lily was on her MySpace blog to discuss her drunken behavior at a very public event where she was expected to act professionally and didn’t was just this past June.
Hey, Lily?
You actually do need to defend your drunkenness. You’re 23 years old. You’re not a child. You’re a professional who was asked to do a job. You did not have a couple of sips of champagne — you got wasted, on the job. For the second time in three months. Most 23-year-olds, actually, don’t get completely wasted when they have actual responsibilities to fulfill. I’m just saying.
Shame on the photo service for even releasing this picture.
it’s frightening!
Anna is a beautiful, talented girl and I adore her, but I seriously almost choked on my strawberry Mini Wheats (yummy!) when I saw this. I had to share. Just goes to show that no matter how rich or famous you are, no matter how young you were when you won your first Oscar, no matter how many hairstylists or make-up artists you have, you can still take a really, really, really bad photo.
At the press conference for her new film, True Blood. See, Anna? You got a plug for your new film in. So it was totally worth it.
Lydia Hearst — the socialite, the heiress, the malnourished — took to the catwalk to walk for Mark Bouwer’s spring collection this week, and, you gotta admit, this girl knows how to give face. It’s not that Lydia hasn’t been around forever — she has — but she’s always been kind of eclipsed by Paris Hilton. But Paris is lying low these days, as are so many of our former tabloid favorites, and it’s interesting to watch this new group of girls jostling for position as we prepare to elect a new homecoming court in the gossip world.
Apparently the Republicans have gotten into the habit of blaring Heart’s “Barracuda” — which I rock on in Guitar Hero, btw — in reference to Sarah Palin. This is a problem for the girls of Heart, who basically hate everything Sarah Palin stands for.
They emailed the McCain/Palin campaign on Thursday afternoon, asking that they no longer use their song, but then it was played again on Thursday night.
“The Republican campaign did not ask for permission to use the song, nor would they have been granted that permission,” said their initial email to the campaign. When it was still played, Nancy Wilson called Entertainment Weekly to vent. “I think it’s completely unfair to be so misrepresented. I feel completely fucked over,” she said. She and her sister Ann then emailed this statement to EW.com: “Sarah Palin’s views and values in NO WAY represent us as American women. We ask that our song ‘Barracuda’ no longer be used to promote her image. The song ‘Barracuda’ was written in the late ’70s as a scathing rant against the soulless, corporate nature of the music business, particularly for women. (The ‘barracuda’ represented the business.) While Heart did not and would not authorize the use of their song at the RNC, there’s irony in Republican strategists’ choice to make use of it there.”
Here’s Christina Aguilera and son Max — with hubby Jordan Bratman not far behind — leaving their hotel in New York City.
I love how Christina’s sweatshirt matches Max’s baby one-piece.
You know, Christina, wearing sweats and holding your baby, with your hair back and simple lipstick, you look a whole hell of a lot hotter than you do here. You know, where you look like a crackwhore. I’m just saying.
Also, looking at Max’s little one-piece made me remember that someone told me a long time ago that there was a website that sold adult pajamas with feet. And just looking at little Max I’m like “Oh! He looks so comfortable! I want to buy a pair of those pajamas.” So I did a little Googling, and found Big Feet PJs, which, much to my delight, has an entire section of their website devoted to celebrities who love their PJs! What this really boils down to is a great number of celebrities posing awkwardly with a pair of pajamas at what must have been some manner of swag event. These celebrities include Taylor Swift, Toby Keith, Samuel L. Jackson, Doris Roberts, Ed Asner, Jeff Conway, and many, many more.
Can I please run the Ed Asner pic here? Please? Because it really made my whole day.
OMG this is so much more interesting than Christina Aguilera. I should have just done my whole post on pajamas with feet. But then you guys would have been all like “You obviously don’t know anything about pajamas with feet and you need to stick to the gossip!!!!” in the comments.
The scripts is already in the process of being written, and they’re hoping to bring back all the original Ghostbusters: Harold Ramis, Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd and Ernie Hudson.
But, as Variety points out, the reason the third installment didn’t get made in the early ’90s was that the original cast members were demanding too much money for the flick to be profitable for the studio, and that’s likely to be a problem this time around as well.
Still, though.
Ghostbusters was an integral part of my childhood, and part of me thinks it would be really cool to see a follow-up — especially after so much time has passed. Ghostbusters in the 21st century could be so, so awesome. But then a part of me would be really pissed if they fucked it up.
Sort of related: Did you guys hear they’re remaking Short Circuit? My Lord how I loved that film. If someone can just do *batteries not included again, I could die happy.
