I love Molly.
She’s the genuinely dumb half of the Olly Girls (I have this suspicion that Holly is actually quite bright, but I can’t prove it yet).
She hit up JET in Vegas to celebrate her 22nd birthday.
No sign of Holly in any of the pics from this set. Could there be trouble in paradise?
March 8, 2008 at 11:05 pm by Evil Beet
Jim Carrey poses on the red carpet with his two favorite women: daughter Jane and girlfriend Jenny McCarthy.
I love Jenny’s outfit here — it’s a cool twist on the nautical theme we’ve seen all over this season (phone call last week from friend: “Have you been to Forever 21 lately? It’s all sailor clothes! I just want a fucking tank top!”). And Jane has really grown up to be a beautiful young woman.
March 8, 2008 at 8:32 pm by Evil Beet
Brooke Shields and hubby Chris Henchy hit the red carpet for Horton Hears a Who with kiddos Grier and Rowan.
Grier doesn’t know what the hell’s going on, but Rowan just seems petrified.
March 8, 2008 at 8:27 pm by Evil Beet
… but it’s still a huge step in the right direction.
Britney Spears wore denim cut-offs under her white baby doll dress when she went shoe shopping on Sunset on Saturday.
She’s getting saner every day.
March 8, 2008 at 8:15 pm by Evil Beet
Organic girl dropped by last night
For nothing in particular
Except to tell me again how beautiful and serene she feels
On uncooked vegetables and wheat germ fortified by bean sprouts–
Mixed with yeast and egg whites on really big days–
She not only meditates regularly, but looks at me like I should
And lectures me about meat and ice cream
And other aggressive foods I shouldn’t eat.
Suzanne Somers, in her book of poetry entitled Touch Me, published in 1980.
Friday’s Huffington Post has an amusing piece on celebrity poetry. In addition to this Somers tour de force, they also showcase the poetic works of Leonard Nimoy, including this breath-taking stanza:
I love you
not for what
I want you to be
But for what you are…
I dunno. I’d talk shit about these poems, but I don’t know much about poetry; I didn’t major in English because I didn’t feel like going to law school. I actually kind of like the Somers quote. It’s not, like, super deep and dense, but I fucking hate poetry like that. It’s like, “Yeah, dude, you’re a big fancy poet. You smoke filterless Lucky Strikes. You wear fedoras. You don’t own a TV. Your girlfriend smells funny and you have a pet rat named Kerouac and you think football is barbaric and when I tell you what I do for a living you roll your eyes for so long that even I get a headache, then you promptly launch into a story about this one time you smoked out with John Stamos, which isn’t at all hypocritical and fucking annoying, but whatever. When you’re not working the afternoon shift at the moribund local record store, you juxtapose big words in a way that is meaningless even to you, so you must be very cool, and I should envy your bohemian existence and the sheer joie de vive that certainly comes with owning a car worth less than my purse. Yes. I’m right on top of that, Rose.”
I’d much rather read poetry like that one from Suzanne; it conjures a clear image with a clear message. I fucking hate organic girl already. And I get it. And I know her. She’s annoying. And she dates Big Important Poetry Guy. And they both suck and we’re all polite to them while secretly hoping that one day even the incense will get sick of hearing them talk and burn their damn house down. I’ll take that over the over-thought, pretentious, angsty bullshit coming out of the MFA classes any day.
Check out the full article for rhymes by Charlie Sheen, Viggo Mortensen and Wilco frontman Jeff Tweedy.
March 8, 2008 at 12:17 am by Evil Beet
You know: alcoholism, drug addiction, rape, doing porn, working at Hooters. All the stuff that makes good daytime television. See, this is why I could never host a daytime television show. I could never look someone in the eye and be like “Tell me more about getting raped” when I knew full well that in my head I was thinking “This’ll be good for ratings.” And, frankly, shame on Dr. Drew for encouraging this shit. Jessica relapsed after Celebrity Rehab, so you know she’s just got a couple of months sober, if that, and what the hell business does anyone have putting her on television and asking her to talk about getting raped?
Normally I have nothing nice to say about the AmIdol alum, but it does seem like she’s making an effort to get sober and pull her life together. So, you know, right on, kiddo.