This weekend’s Louis C.K.-hosted “Saturday Night Live” capped off with a winner of a sketch that we hope to see a lot more of: “Dyke & Fats,” the cop show about a pair of Chicago police officers named Lez Dykawitz (Kate McKinnon) and Chubbina Fatzarelli (Aidy Bryant). But fair warning, criminals! Don’t go calling them by their nicknames, Dyke and Fats — only THEY get to say it. Watch above!
Kanye, Kim and North may have been photographed by Annie Liebowitz for the pages of Vogue, but I’d argue that this photo of Prince William, Duchess Kate Middleton, Prince George and dog Lupo is just as stunning, if not more so. They all just look so naturally glowing and happy. I’m not one to go gaga over the Royals — that’s Jessica’s department — but even I got a little swoon-y. [Photo: Getty Images]
Activities are wonderful, but sometimes, it’s fine to want to shut the world out for a couple of days, and make some serious time for you. Don’t be afraid of FOMO, either. There will always be another party, another pub crawl, another picnic. The time you’ll spend indulging in the things you want to do, alone, are well worth it. Here’s a handy list of awesome things to do this weekend!
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I happen to think Natalie Maines of The Dixie Chicks has one of the most glorious voices currently in music, so I am not the slightest bit surprised that the band killed Miley Cyrus’s “Wrecking Ball” at a concert in London recently. I mean, no offense to Miley, who I happen to think really shows off her impressive vocal range on the song — look at me, talking like I’m Bette Midler and know shit about “vocal range” — but Natalie’s voice was made to sing this ballad, especially since she adds her own dose of country twang. Listen/watch above! [via Jezebel]
The honeymoon is over. For quite awhile there, I was hanging out in the Admiration stage of the Lifecycle of Emotional Reactions to James Franco, thanks to his hilarious, balls-to-the-wall performance in “Spring Breakers.” Then I went to Francofest in New York City and saw James’ “documentary” “Francophrenia,” which was beyond abysmal and pretentious; yet he, in the Q&A afterward, really tried to act like it was some sort of high art and I found myself thrust into the Annoyance Phase. But I wasn’t there long. I am now firmly camped out in the Abhorrence Phase for the foreseeable future, because I am revolted by Franco’s recent comments denying that he slept with Lindsay Lohan.
To recap: a few weeks ago, In Touch published a photo of a list, allegedly written by Lindsay Lohan, naming her various celebrity sexual conquests. The 36 sexual partners included Jared Leto, Adam Levine, Colin Farrell, Justin Timberlake and, yes, James Franco. So far, Lindsay has not commented on the leaked list — though she is supposedly going to discuss it on “Ellen” – nor have any of the dudes on it … except James Franco. “Lindsay herself has told lies about me with her people-she’s-slept-with list!” James declared to a reporter at an event promoting his poetry book this week. Last year, Franco told Howard Stern that he did not bed Lohan, explaining, “I mean, I don’t want to brag about it. I don’t know how that got out. She was having issues even then, so you feel weird. Honestly, she was a friend. I’ve met a lot of people that are troubled and sometimes you don’t want to do that.” Keep reading »
I’m sure you already have your DVRs set, but starting on April 3, Sarah Palin’s got a new show on the Sportsman Channel called “Amazing America” and naturally it has the world’s most patriotic theme song since “Team America: World Police”‘s “America, Fuck Yeah.” (Which, reminder, was a ridiculous satire starring marionettes.) The band Madison Rising — named after President James Madison, obvi — is responsible for this hard rockin’ anthem about the badass-ness of the good ol’ US of A. It’s the perfect song for right wingers to blast at their 4th of July barbecues, while shooting tin cans and thinking of new ways to control women’s reproductive rights. Check out the lyrics after the jump! [Gawker] Keep reading »
“There’s a whole list of things I would probably change about myself. For example, I’m always trying to lose fifteen pounds. But I never need to be skinny. I don’t want to be skinny. I’m constantly in a state of self-improvement, but I don’t beat myself up over it. … It’s really tempting not to take chances [with fashion]. But I don’t want to be fearful. I don’t want my tombstone to say, she hid her imperfections well on the red carpet.”
Mindy Kaling dared to tell Vogue that she has no interest in being skinny and, amazingly, the world did not explode. I love how honest Kaling is about, yes, trying to lose weight, but also acknowledging that the pursuit of skinniness — being and looking skinny – is not the most important thing in the world. Love her. [Vogue]
Jared Leto said that fame doesn’t change you, it changes everyone around you. While I’m not the centre of attention here (and fuck, the times I have, it’s never been fun), I do become aware of the people around me and their transparency. They fail to hide it. I’ve experienced being a target of the tabloids, finding moments I thought I was in safe hands splattered all over the internet, being pushed and shoved, or watching others get pushed and shoved by paparazzi just to get what they think they’re entitled to. While I’m dragging on about the negative aspects, they are only a small part of my world now. There is a bright, shining silver lining to this thing I’ve been exposed to. I’ve had the privilege to sit on an aircraft for 12 hours, cramped, exhausted but happy (like Louis CK once said, “YOU’RE FLYING. YOU’RE SITTING IN A CHAIR IN THE SKY!”). I’ve been able to tell tales of the many amazing people I’ve met along the way – from fellow photographers, to artists I’ve always admired and never thought I’d get to meet, let alone have a simple thing like coffee with… People who seem to scramble the words within your brain and the only thing you end up doing is blurting out ‘HILSKDFLKWELK’ (at some point it’s a verbal greeting, but ends up a flurry of sweat mixed with spit). More importantly, I’ve found a little inspiration from new faces. People I look up to. People whose work I admire so much. For all of this I have to thank the one I look up to the most. Who I admire the most. Who still fills the little voids I try to avoid.
Maybe you’ve heard of James K. Lowe or maybe you haven’t, but as singer Lorde‘s boyfriend, the photographer (who is eight years older than the 17-year-old singer) has a unique perspective on what it’s like to be part of a suddenly famous person’s inner circle. Writing on his blog, Lowe opens up a bit about his relationship with Lorde, who he calls by her given name, Ella, saying that though she’s gone for weeks and months at a time on tour, he “couldn’t be prouder of what she has achieved so far.” Keep reading »
He’s alive! After months and months and months of not being photographed by the paparazzi, my boo Ryan Gosling was finally spotted out in Los Angeles today. Clearly, the occasion calls for a photo trifecta of him pumping gas, because god knows when we’ll see him again. I mean, I might see him, today in fact, because I’m in LA this week and as soon as I’m done writing the next sentence, I’m hopping in the car and going on a mission. Just gotta keep my eye peeled for that blue flannel… [Photos: Pacific Coast News]
Prepare the Kleenex, for this is maybe the cutest story ever. Back in 2012, Claire Johnson and Mark Gaffey, who are both blind, met after they each signed up to be paired with seeing-eye companions at a guide dog training program in the UK. For two weeks, they worked extensively with their Labrador retrievers, Venice and Rodd, and during that time, the dogs developed a deep fondness for each other. “The trainers said that it was the romance of the course, the two dogs,” says Claire in the video above. “They’d always pull towards one another, ignore all the other dogs.” Venice and Rodd’s burgeoning relationship led Claire and Mark to spend more and more time together on doggie playdates, and sure enough, soon romance began to blossom between them as well. Last weekend, Claire and Mark were married, with their dogs/matchmakers acting as ring bearers during the ceremony.
“I have no doubt that our guide dogs brought us together and helped me find my true love,” says Claire. “Much like our two guide dogs, we really are best friends and soul mates.” Cutest foursome ever. [The Dodo]