So I think this means she’s officially out of rehab.
Lindsay Lohan, who is finally 21, popped her Vegas cherry this weekend (hey, it’s the last one she had left!) by hitting up PURE nightclub.
And you know what?
She looks great!
She looks healthy and happy and sexy and clothed and you know what else?
I don’t care what the other blogs are saying. I think the little bitch stayed sober.
Rock on, Linds.
DJ Samantha Ronson, known more lately for what her fingers are doing with Lindsay Lohan than what they’re doing with a turntable, has struck back against two gossip blogs with a $20 million libel suit.
Ronson, herself a budding celebrity deejay, is striking back at suggestions that cocaine found in Lohan’s car after an infamous fender-bender was actually hers.
Named as defendants were Jill Ishkanian, who runs the Sunset Photo and News Agency, and Mario Lavandeira, who blogs as Perez Hilton.
In June, Hilton repeated the cocaine claim that first appeared on CelebrityBabylon.com, a Web site operated by Sunset Photo.
That site claimed Ronson was “making a tidy profit on the side, shilling Lohan, 20, out to photographers eager to get her photo looking passed out and wasted.”
It continued: “If that wasn’t shocking enough, sources say that it was Ronson who was holding the cocaine later found in Lindsay’s car.”
First of all, everyone ran that story. Samantha’s suing Sunset Photo because, for lack of a better phrase, they started it, and because flat-out accusing someone of doing cocaine is an easy way to wind up on the losing end of a libel suit. (And, to clarify, every time the word “cocaine” is used on this blog, you should be aware that it’s our code word for “popsicle.” Inside joke. We know no one in Hollywood would ever use illegal narcotics. Winners don’t do drugs. But they do like popsicles.) She’s suing Perez to get back at him for all the mean shit he runs about Lindsay, because Lord knows after he settles this suit with X17 et al, he’s not going to have a cent to pay her with. She’s just trying to make his life miserable. Which is, you know, fine with me.
I’m in the weirdest mood tonight. I did a favor for a friend today and as a thank you she gave me a hot stone massage (I’m serious — this is LA, people), and it really feels like she gave me about eight Valium instead. So I can’t bring myself to do links, or anything even remotely productive right now. (Although, MK will be be glad to hear that I did eat the leftover onion rings from Kate Mantilini tonight.) I may do some links in the morning, but, until then, here are some of my friends’ sites to check out, and a picture of Orlando Bloom for Heidi, because she says there’s not enough Orlando Bloom gossip on the Internet lately.
A Socialite’s Life
Pop on the Pop
Pretty on the Outside
They’re married! That right folks, this weekend Rebecca Romijn and Jerry O’Connell just got their matrimony on. Romijn best known for hitting it (and quitting it) with that guy from Full House who had a perm, John Stamos. Oh wait, she also went through six hours of makeup per day when she played a naked and blue colored X-Person in X-Men.
Jerry O’Connell is best known for his work in… wait for it… Crossing Jordan. Or a bit part in Jerry Maguire. Aw, who am I kidding, he’s not known. But he was on the show Charles in Charge for an episode. That counts for something.
However, I bring this up to ask a single question; why doesn’t Romijn bang this guy right here? I mean, theoretically I could at least write a script for her. What’s O’Connell going to do for her? He doesn’t even have a perm.
Okay, before I get all the hate mail, let me clarify that Jennifer Love Hewitt is not fat by, you know, Missouri standards (sorry Missouri readers, but prove me wrong), but she’s way fat by Hollywood standards. As a teenager I remember reading article after article in Seventeen about “Working Out with Jennifer Love Hewitt” and “How Jennifer Love Hewitt Maintains Her Body” and now I feel like I should be reading an article called “I Know What You Did with That Entire Family-Size Bag of Cheetos.” I mean, seriously, I was so jealous of her in those articles because she’d be all like, “My body is a temple and kick-boxing is the Lord’s Prayer and I love working out and I never want to eat too much fatty food because I just love feeling healthy and blah blah blah” and now what the fuck is going on? You, my darling, are the very definition of pear-shaped.
Happy birthday, Evil Beet! This site was born a year ago today. Man, anything and everything has changed since then — The Beet has been about the only constant in my life over the past year — and I can’t stress enough how grateful I am to everyone who reads and everyone who links in here. You guys make my day, every day.
And thank you to Evil T and Spiteful Lars for coming along for the ride with me — you guys are talented and amazing as both writers and friends; I love you to pieces, and I couldn’t have done it without you!! Thank you also to the top-notch team at Film.com for all your support along the way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEET! Looking forward to many more.
David Gilmore, the very talented artist over at PrettyOnTheOutside, did this hilarious sketch poking fun of this photo. Just had to share it with you all!