Whoever is managing this woman needs to be fired again and again and again.
I finally had the opportunity to watch an episode of Hey, Paula, and it is, to summarize, thirty minutes of Paula Abdul wasted. And I do mean for the entire thirty minutes. Seriously, guys, even the Real World kids tend to be sober for some measurable portion of the daytime. Not so with Ms. Abdul. The last time I saw a reality show about someone who was this ridiculously wasted all fucking day, it was called The Anna Nicole Show. And we all know how well that turned out.
Ratings for the show have been dismal, and rightly so. It’s mundane. It’s pathetic. It’s embarrassing. It’s not like watching a train wreck. It’s like watching the five-year-old you’re babysitting crash his Tonka trucks into each other. Over and over again.
But the blame for this extends beyond Paula. Someone pitched this show. Someone agreed to produce it. Bravo agreed to air it. And Paula Abdul herself must have been in at least one or two meetings with these people before any of this happened. So these people knew what they were getting into. It’s not like this woman is witty. It’s not like she’s insightful. It’s not like her day-to-day life is particularly interesting. Her staff obviously hates her, and everyone who has to interact with her does so in approximately the same tone of voice you’d employ with your young Tonka aficionado. So I have to figure that all these people were just betting on her being so fucking retarded all the time that it would make good TV. Paula, my dear, you may want to look for new management, preferably one who can focus on helping you conquer your drug problem rather than exploiting it.
I’ve included a clip of my favorite scene of this episode, in which Paula is touring the lab of a fragrance company producing the perfume to which she’s going to lend her name. She stumbles down the stairs to the lab, then drops a sampler on the floor, bends down to pick it up, and doesn’t see any pressing reason to stand back up again. She then says the word “sexpot” in much the same way I might, had I taken six Vicodin and polished off two tumblers of Scotch before 1 pm.
It is a distant possibility that Avril Lavigne does not actually write all her own songs. Honestly, people, how can she be expected to find time to be creative and still manage to be that much of a badass? [A Socialite's Life]
Al Gore’s son is arrested for possession of illegal narcotics. Let the “inconvenient truth” puns begin. [SOW]
Julia Roberts was much happier when Lindsay Lohan was drinking and National Enquirer had something to focus on besides the trouble in her marriage. [popbytes]
I really wish we could give you the uncensored versions of these photos but sadly they have not came out yet.
As you see what we do have, via Famous Magazine, is a lovely set of candids of Nick and Vanessa getting their freak on in a hot tub during a recent vacation to Mexico.
These photos are slightly amusing and my favorite happens to be the one where all you see is her leg up in the air. They enjoy various positions and really these only help us prove that Vanessa is a bit of a freak.
Enjoy these for now. We are on the hunt for the dirty versions because that is how we do it here at the Beet. All naked. All the time.
While we do love our international readers, we also love the USA, and we love having a day off from everything. So we’re taking the day off to hang out on the beach and BBQ and hopefully not sunburn too badly. See you all tomorrow!
The Grey’s star and her fiance showed up at the Dior show at Paris Fashion Week on Monday night, and she looked — dare I say it — healthy. Look at those arms! They are looking decidedly un-stick-like. Maybe with all the drama enveloping the set of Grey’s Anatomy, Pompeo realized she was going to go totally insane if she didn’t start feeding herself. Or maybe she’s just happy to be engaged. Or maybe — just maybe — she’s pregnant.
Whatever the reason, keep it up, Ellen! You and Nicole can share a room at Cedars Sinai for your babies instead of your eating disorders. My, wouldn’t that be nice.