Star magazine reports that AmIdol’s first season rocker, Nikki McKibbin, was hospitalized in a psych ward in February after a suicide attempt. After limited musical success and the death of her mother in August, it sounds like things were just feeling impossible for Nikki.
Nikki called a friend and told her that she was feeling depressed and wanted to kill herself. The report states that Nikki said, “I want to live with my mom in heaven” and took migraine medication to “dull the pain.”
Tipped off by Nikki’s friend, police arrived to find the former Idol hopeful half-dressed with a number of white pills in her hand. After a violent confrontation â€” during which she reportedly tried to kick out the windows of the cop car — she was taken to the John Peter Smith Hospital and placed under psychiatric observation for the required 72 hours before being released.
Aw, sweetie, if it’s any consolation, I love love LOVED you on AmIdol. I voted for you every week. Yeah, it’s true, and I’m admitting it here, in a very public forum, just in case it’ll go any way toward making you feel better. I fucking voted for American Idol, and I voted for you, Nikki! I hope you feel better way soon.
March 7, 2008 at 11:49 am by Evil Beet
The hottie model and TV host gave birth to her fourth child on Wednesday. It’s her second with hubby David Charvet. The baby’s name hasn’t been released yet, and everyone’s doing well.
March 7, 2008 at 11:44 am by Evil Beet
Look who’s behind the DJ booth now.
It’s happening all over again, you guys.
March 7, 2008 at 11:33 am by Evil Beet
Yup, it’s true: Lisa Marie Presley, at the age of 40, is knocked up.
Lisa had eldest daughter Riley when she was just 22 — Riley’s 18 now, and has had a successful career as a model and as Ryan Cabrera’s girlfriend. Lisa’s also got a son, Benjamin, who’s 15. Both those kids came from a previous marriage to Danny Keough.
This time around, the baby daddy is Michael Jackson.
Naw, I’m kidding, you know those two never had sex. On account of her vagina.
The father is Lisa’s current hubby, music producer Michael Lockwood. He’s the guy in the picture above. He’s supposedly 46, but he looks about 17. He looks like that douchebag who wears the top hat to prom. He looks like he’s going to prom.
Anyway, Lisa’s also supposedly got an album coming out in 2008.
Congrats to the happy couple!
March 7, 2008 at 1:33 am by Evil Beet
Paris Hilton’s kid brother was formally charged on Thursday with DUI and being an unlicensed driver.
Four misdemeanor counts were filed in total, which include driving while having a .08 percent or higher blood-alcohol level, and unlawful use of a license (he had a fake I.D., sheriffs confirmed).
Hilton’s arraignment is set for April 14. He faces a maximum penalty of six months in jail for each count.
Oh, please, please, please let this kid do two years in the slammer. I know it’ll never happen, but I can hope, right?
March 7, 2008 at 1:23 am by Evil Beet
Oh, it’s been ever so sad lately!
The weather in LA is warming up, and Lindsay’s has little excuse to wear her leggings — she’s been sporting a series of little dresses instead.
Thank goodness she’s in NYC now, where she can pull them back on, and the world can have an extra layer of fabric between themselves and the Lo-gina. Here she is leaving a Greenwich Village spot called Bar Pitti.
Why is she in NYC, you ask?
Oh, no reason, really, it’s just that some people decided to make a fucking photo exhibit out of her tattoos and she’s in town to host the opening night. Yeah, you read that right. Lindsers selected pictures from her favorite photographers — photos she feels â€œrepresents the mood behind her tattoosâ€ — and they’re doing a freaking art exhibit about it. Her tats include â€œLa Bella Vitaâ€ on her back, and the word â€œbreatheâ€ and a star on her wrist.
My goodness. She’s a living work of art. Seriously? Those aren’t, like, particularly artistic tattoos. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them, I just don’t find myself thinking, like, “I’d really like to delve further into why Lindsay Lohan has a star on her wrist.”
One of my best friends got her ears pierced this weekend, and I went along for the ride. We went to get them done at a tattoo parlor, and they had all sorts of tattoo options on posters on the walls. I had plenty of time to wait, so I looked over them all. Some were cute, some were cool but not appealing to me personally, and some were absolutely disgusting. One was the word “Bitch” wrapped around — no joke — a tampon, string and all. Another said “Suck Ass” and was a picture of an ass, a cock and balls, and a straw sticking out from the asshole. I asked the tattoo guy, “Do people actually get shit like this tattooed on their bodies?” He said yes indeed. He said one girl came in and requested a faux necklace tattooed around her neck, like a pearl necklace, except, instead of pearls, she wanted penises. He said she already had tattoos on her back of swastikas made out of penises. I really could have vomited right then and there. No joke; I felt physically ill. This is not a person I have any desire to meet. I consider myself to be fairly open-minded, with a willingness to accept people’s chosen lifestyles, but when you’ve managed to combine Nazism and penises — and identify with the combo via multiple permanent body alterations — I don’t think we can ever be friends. Rather, I wish you’d leave my planet and never return.
The point is this: if you’re going to do an art exhibit about someone’s tattoos, is Lindsay Lohan really the most interesting choice?
And the kids clamoring with excitement for Lindsay?
I’m going to let you guys handle the snark on that one.