Today's Evil Beet Gossip

Hottie San Fran Mayor Remarries (Sad Face!)

I’ve kind of had a crush on San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom ever since he was all over the news for legalizing gay marriage there (which lasted like two days, but really got the ball rolling). I think he’s hot and awesome, and I’m kind of bummed to hear that he remarried on Saturday. His new bride is Jennifer Siebel, who’s apparently an actress, but not anyone you’ve heard of.

Gavin divorced his first wife, Kimberly Guilfoyle, in March 2006. He later admitted to having had an affair with a staff member’s wife and a drinking problem. And because I have a soft spot for the bad boys, this somehow makes him even more attractive to me. All he’s missing in my book is a stint in jail. I’m so disturbed.

Amy Winehouse Is Totally Fine: Exhibit 2,395

Here’s Amy after a long night out with some friends in London. She apparently took several swings at her own security guards before huddling in an alley and sobbing.

Amy, baby.

The problem?

Is the drugs.

The drugs are the only problem, baby.

Oh, and for those of you who are interested, my crackhead friend
is now officially in rehab again. Thank you all for your prayers. I should also note that I promised to have sex with him if he got sober. I like to think that’s the real reason he’s cleaning up. Also, I’d really like to have sex with him — my sober friend, not my friend as a crackhead — so it’s kind of a win/win.

Malcolm in a Racing Suit

Frankie Muniz and his girlfriend, Elycia Turnbow, attend the Edmonton Indy on Saturday.

I have never liked Frankie Muniz. I disliked him even when he was like eight years old. I found him untalented and annoying, and I have to say that the feeling has only increased with time.

What do people see in this kid???

[Image via Splash]

Happy Family!

His mother and sister may hate him, but Christian Bale’s wife and daughter are still by his side. The family landed at Narita Airport outside Tokyo last night, where I assume Christian will be promoting The Dark Knight.

It’s actually kind of sweet that he’s taken his whole family on his promotional tour. Most celebs leave their spouses and kids behind when they do something like this.

When Even Your Own Publicist Hates You, You Have a Problem

Heather Mills’ publicist has quit — and it’s not pretty. Apparently things broke down when Mills heard that flack Michele Elyzabeth would be writing a tell-all about the one-legged wonder.

“She was screaming and yelling, ‘Is it true that you’re writing a book about me?’ I told her that it wasn’t true, and she went bonkers,” Elyzabeth said. “She was screaming so loud, she told whoever she was with to leave the room. She was yelling, ‘I am tired of you, you’re so stupid! You’re so unprofessional.’

“I said, ‘Who do you think you are with the way you behave – God?’ Then she took it to another level. She was furious, fuming. She said, ‘How dare you call me that?’ I told her I was sick of her outbursts. I said, ‘You have a couple of dollars now and think you are somebody?’ ” Elyzabeth said.

The publicist then told Mills she was quitting. “She told me she never wanted to speak to me again, and I said the same,” Elyzabeth relates. She says Mills hasn’t paid her for the last three of the four years she worked for her, and now owes her more than $100,000.

“I didn’t see a dime,” Elyzabeth said. “She’s so cheap . . . I think she tells false stories and then believes them herself.

“One day she is sweet, one day she’s not, and there’s no reason for any of it. I protected her when I knew I was dealing with someone who was unstable. But now I believe everything the British press has written about her.”

Oh, Heather. Everybody hates you so very much.

Paris Hilton in Repo! The Genetic Opera

Ugh.

It is truly painful to me to contemplate the 80,000 young women waiting tables in Hollywood who would have done a better job at this role.

Paris makes her entrance around the one-minute mark.

I still think the movie itself looks cool, though. Hopefully Paris’s role isn’t big enough to ruin the whole thing.