The Mirror told us Amy Winehouse was in rehab last week, but it wasn’t true. This week, they say she’s there for reals, and, most days, I couldn’t be bothered to care about this story, but so far this has been the slowest news week ever (we need you out of rehab and drinking, Lindsay!), so we’re going to write about Ms. Winehouse and her supposed new rehab stay.
Winehouse and her husband, Blake Civil-Fielder, have flown from England to the U.S. to seek help with their drug addictions, which include heroin, cocaine and, yes, horse tranquilizers. I think that last one is kind of a good indication that you have a drug problem. Like, sure, you’re a rock star, you experiment with heroin and cocaine — I guess that’s not uncommon — but when you and your husband finish up dinner and decide it’s time for a round of horse tranquilizers, it’s time to take a good hard look at where you think your life is headed.
Amy and Blake’s families staged an intervention after Amy’s friend caught her smoking heroin just days after she was released from the hospital for an overdose. Says a source: “They now realise that if they don’t get help now, they will both die young. This is their watershed, their wake-up call. Both families were terrified by the state Amy and Blake had got themselves in and decided enough was enough. It was the first time Blake also admitted he had a drug problem. It was a brave step for both of them to agree to treatment and their families are very proud of them.”
We’ve seen a very different Paris Hilton this past month. The starlet has stayed away from Hyde, Area and Les Deux, and has instead popped up at events to support green vehicles, spinal cord injury advocates, and safe, healthy California coastlines. So what gives? Did Paris’s jail stay really change her outlook on life?
No way, say her pals. After her jail stay, Paris parted ways with longtime publicist Elliot Mintz, instead signing up with crisis manager Michael Sitrick, who’s been guiding Hilton’s image rehab. “She’s being smart right now,” says a Paris friend, “but she’s a party girl at heart . . . we’ll just have to wait and see.”
When she’s not attending charity events, Paris has been partying in private at her Malibu beach pad, where she was recently spotted smoking what I’m sure is a hand-rolled cigarette.
“You can tell that it’s hard for her that she is not supposed to be seeking the attention anymore,” said a paparazzi on the Paris beat. “She is going to the types of events that her people tell her to go to. But she is definitely staying away from the club scene. Paris is all about her dogs and hanging out alone.”
Who is this supposed to be? Find out after the jump.
That’s not a joint, people. It’s a very small tampon. That she has in her mouth. On fire. Because smoking tiny tampons is so hot right now.
At her Malibu beach house this weekend.
Britney’s assistant got served with a subpoena from K-Fed. [Cele|bitchy]
Season Two of The Hills is now on DVD. [popbytes]
The entire Jolie-Pitt clan checks out a Chicago museum. How very wholesome! [Celebslam]
Now I understand why Erykah Badu usually wears a wrap of some sort on her head. [Bossip]
Amy Winehouse never actually made it to rehab. She’s waiting until her drug and alcohol problem gets serious, I suppose. [Yeeeah!]
Paris Hilton’s still advertising her cheap-ass hair extensions. [Agent Bedhead]
Brad Garrett doesn’t want the world to think of him as a racist; he needs to make it clear that he’s actually a violent racist. [The Blemish]
The show must go on, I guess.
A woman auditioning for American Idol in Texas last Monday went into labor while singing for the judges. Antoria Gillon, 20, wasn’t actually due until August 9, so she thought it was totally reasonable for her to wait in line for 16 hours and go through with the audition process.
“I felt something over my body when I was walking,” she said. “I knew right away what it was. I was singing, and the judge stopped and asked if I was OK, and I said, ‘I just want to finish my song.’”
An ambulance pulled up and everyone urged her to get in. “I said, ‘Well, I haven’t gotten my golden ticket yet,’ ” she said. She finished singing, got the “golden ticket,” and went off to the hospital, where she delivered her second child, a healthy baby boy.
So what’d she name the kid? Jamil Labarron Idol McCowan. Which I’m sure will be a really fun reminder for the rest of her life when she doesn’t make it to the finals.