On Sunday, the 26-year-old hottie became the first woman to win an IndyCar race, taking home the big prize for the Indy Japan 300.
“It’s a long time coming. Finally,” she said. “It was a fuel strategy race, but my team called it perfectly for me. I knew I was on the same strategy as Helio [Castroneves] and when I passed him for the lead, I couldn’t believe it. This is fabulous.”
And Helio’s response?
“With five laps to go, I was saving fuel. When Danica passed me, I realized she was the leader. She did a great job, passed me fair and square and that shows you how competitive our series is.”
I love that she thanks her team almost immediately. I love that she uses the term “fabulous.” I love that she’s wearing cute earrings and bad-ass shades in this picture. I love that she’s not afraid to embrace her femininity while competing in a hugely male-dominated, male-oriented sport. She’s so kick-ass in so many ways. I hope she sees many more wins in the future.
April 20, 2008 at 10:45 pm by Evil Beet
You know, when you’re dating a Prince, you expect the royal treatment.
Kate Middleton got it this weekend, when Prince William landed a $16M military Chinook helicopter in her family’s lawn, sparking plenty of controversy in Britain. And last week, Wills flew brother Harry to their cousins bachelor party in a different Chinook. (The British media calls a bachelor party a “stag do,” and I’m totally going to use that in the future.)
Says a member of the British military: “At a time when the Armed Forces are short of money and there is a lack of kit in Afghanistan and Iraq this is a total waste of money. He uses a Chinook to land in his girlfriend’s garden then travels to a stag party in one. Where will it end?”
And, more importantly, what the hell is “kit”? I totally don’t speak British.
Says a different military force: “This is an absolute waste of training hours on the Chinook helicopter that the military are hard-pressed to afford. No other pilot at Prince William’s stage of training would be allowed anywhere near the left-hand seat of a Chinook. It’s like a learner driver being given the keys to a Formula One car just because his father owns the racing team.”
Eh, whatever. He’s a prince. If he wants to land a military aircraft on his girlfriend’s lawn, let him. It’s the closest thing we have these days to a knight on a white horse. I want to live my fairy tale through Kate Middleton, dammit!
April 20, 2008 at 10:37 pm by Evil Beet
I love how People magazine has decided to nonchalantly announce that Lindsay Lohan has fallen way, way off the wagon.
According to them:
Lindsay Lohan continued to support good friend Samantha Ronson, hanging out at Times Square’s Hawaiian Tropic Zone as Ronson spun tunes from midnight to 4 a.m. Sunday.
The pair arrived together, both wearing black leather jackets, right on time at 12 a.m. A blond-haired Lohan stationed herself at a table directly behind Ronson’s deejay booth in the second level VIP section, which overlooked a packed dance floor.
For the first hour, the star sat at her table, chatting with friends and smoking cigarettes. Then Lohan started dancing to Britney Spears’s “Gimme More.” Drinking Grey Goose and Red Bull cocktails, she danced the night away with girlfriends. Lohan really got into the music, tossing her hair around and doing full body rolls â€“ even throwing her hands in the air and singing along to Madonna’s new song “4 Minutes.” She also sang along and pumped her chest to “Soulja Boy.”
I also like that they say “good friend” rather than “girlfriend” about SamRo. Ah, reading between the mainstream media’s lines is so entertaining.
It kind of pisses me off that such a major publication is giving this so little fanfare. It feels to me like it sends a message along the lines of, “Yeah, she’s a confirmed drug and alcohol addict, for whom drinking Grey Goose is basically going to be a death sentence in the long run — not just for her, but for whomever gets in her way on the road — but whatevs. No biggie.”
It’s a huge biggie. This girl’s got no business drinking, and while I understand that People can’t exactly run this under the headline “HOLY FUCKING SHIT STAY OFF THE ROADS LINDSAY LOHAN’S DRINKING AGAIN,” they perhaps could have added in this article that Lindsay’s been in rehab thrice and gotten two DUIs. Because it’s true. And I feel it’s irresponsible for the mainstream media to report a relapse without a certain degree of gravity.
April 20, 2008 at 10:13 pm by Evil Beet
It’s funny; a few weeks ago, I was driving around LA and saw one of those billboards that says “My Mother Always Hated You, Sarah Marshall” and I thought to myself, “God, it would suck to be named Sarah Marshall right now.”
The billboards, of course, are a promotion for Judd Apatow’s new film, Forgetting Sarah Marshall. There are several of them, sporting phrases like “You Suck, Sarah Marshall” and “You Do Look Fat in Those Jeans, Sarah Marshall.”
Like I said: it would suck to be named Sarah Marshall right now.
Well, the Sarah Marshalls of the world have decided to do something about it. A Sarah Marshall from Greenfield, Mass., started what she’s calling The Marshall Plan. She made her own sign, that reads “You Suck Judd Apatow.” An Arlington, Virginia-based Sarah Marshall made an Internet appeal to all other Sarah Marshalls, saying â€œLetâ€™s start a support group.â€ Loves it.
Fancast has an interesting article documenting how Sarah Marshalls across the country are responding to Apatow’s marketing campaign. Check it out here.
April 20, 2008 at 9:01 pm by Evil Beet
The Sister, Sister star, 29, married her longtime boyfriend, actor Cory Hardrict, on Sunday at the Four Seasons in Santa Barbara.
Sister Tamera was the maid of honor.
I kind of love the Mowrys. I mean, they’re boring as all hell, but it’s refreshing to see child stars grow up and not be drug addicts. These two seem really grounded and continue to be positive role models. Good for them.
April 20, 2008 at 8:17 pm by Evil Beet
Above, find cast members at the Berlin red carpet premiere of a German-language film called Urmel voll in Fahrt.
I laughed for like ten minutes. I’m still giggling as I write this.
Also, I drove through Beaverton, Oregon today, and got quite a kick out of that.
It’s a mystery why I’m still single.