Today's Evil Beet Gossip


Seal and Heidi Klum, Pictures, Photos

“I met him in a hotel lobby in New York City and he came in just from the gym and I was sitting there and I was, like, wow. And I pretty much saw everything. The whole package.”

Heidi Klum, to Oprah Winfrey, about meeting husband Seal for the first time when he was wearing bicycle shorts.

See, boys? It doesn’t matter how (literally) tore-up your face is if you’re packing.

Well, Hello There, Ally Hilfiger

Ally Hilfiger at “Stylist: The Interpreters of Fashion” Launch Party Hosted by

Remember this chick from Rich Girls? In 2003? Co-starring Jaime Gleicher. (Who?)

She’s Tommy Hilfiger’s daughter, of course, and looks basically the same as she did on the show.

She’s currently executive producing some documentary called Rags about the fashion industry, which is exactly what I’d be doing if my father was Tommy Hilfiger and I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of modeling.

At a party in NYC.

It’s Like, Yeah, Motherfucker, We Sell Shirts Now

Evil Beet Team Beet T-Shirt

So I just did the weirdest thing.

I’m sitting at home, all alone, with no plans to leave the house (it’s all smoky outside here in LA) or make so much as telephone contact with another human being tonight (I have a tendency to isolate) and all of a sudden I put on deodorant. And I didn’t even realize I did it until I’m sitting down to work and thinking “My armpits feel different now.” How weird is that?

Anyway, we’re selling shirts now.

And hats and thongs.

And condoms, just as soon as Cafe Press lets us.

We have no plans to sell diaphragms. So don’t ask.

Anyway, I know I’ve been promising this to some of you since, like, Shiloh was just a beautiful sperm gliding around Brad Pitt’s nuts, so here it is. Check out the store, buy some stuff, and let us know if there are color/logo combinations you want that we don’t offer and I’ll see what I can do. I’m like your own personal stylist. With nice, dry armpits.

Thanks Anna!

He Really Did It

Lance Bass Poses with His Memoir, Out of Sync

It’s not that I’m surprised Lance Bass published a memoir at the ripe old age of 28.

It’s just that he actually went ahead and called it Out of Sync.

Some equally gay but eventually discarded titles Lance considered:

2) Tearin’ Up My Anus
3) Pop
4) It’s Gonna Be Gay

I guess he settled on Out of Sync.

Soooooo gay.

Anyway, you can buy his book on Amazon now if you wanna.