I guess things are getting serious between Halle Berry and her French “Dark Tide” co-star Olivier Martinez because even though they just started dating a minute ago, Berry brought Martinez home to meet her mom, Judith! The lovebirds reunited in Los Angeles after spending a week apart and the meeting of the momma probably involved the sexy Frenchman saying, “Enchanté,” and offering some her some macarons. Then they probably all laughed about what a joy it is to be beautiful. Presumably, a good time was had by all. [People]
Some celebrities haven’t been quite so lucky with meeting the parents, though. We’ve rounded up those awkward moments, just for you. Keep reading »
Like humans, puppies aren’t born knowing how to walk. Especially dogs named Hamilton Wesley Wigglebottom. [BuzzFeed
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Every day closer to Halloween is another day that I avoid the candy aisles at the drug store so that I don’t end up passed out in a bed of 600 tiny wrappers, drooling chocolate. If you’re suffering from a similar pattern, there’s nowhere better to hide than a movie theater. But they’ve got candy there, you say? Well, hopefully that 400 percent mark-up is enough to deter you. With the exception of “Jackass 3D,” this week brought some pretty heady films to the table and, for the first time in weeks, no horror movies! So go forth and watch. Keep reading »
I didn’t think it was possible to top the madness that is those bitches in New Jersey, but “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” may have done it. Last night’s premiere was seriously off-the-hook. Where do I even begin? Oh, how about with the plastic surgery disaster above with Taylor, who paid a visit to Adrienne’s husband for a little botulism. Susannah has informed me that she suspects Taylor isn’t getting the usual Botox, but Dysport, another brand of the stuff that causes those weird facial bubbles you see. Apparently it goes away after 30 minutes, which is a relief, because I am pretty sure that would be the end of Taylor and Adrienne’s friendship.
But temporary facial deformities were only the beginning of the hot mess that was “RHBH”! More, after the jump … Keep reading »
Holy crap, we’re in the middle of a crisis, y’all! Manliness is under attack! According to way too many articles to count in the last few months, men have turned into big, fat, commitment-phobic pansy asses. In an essay (via Jezebel) featured in an upcoming book about conservatism, Proud to be Right, Katherine Miller writes:
America’s elite has a problem. It’s skinny jeans and scarves, it’s Bama bangs and pants with tiny, tiny embroidered lobsters, it’s Michael Cera, it’s guys who compliment a girl’s dress by brand, it’s guys who don’t know who bats fourth for the Yankees. Between the hipsters and the fratstars, American intellectual men under the age of twenty-five have lost track of acting like Men — and these are our future leaders. We have no John Wayne, no Clint Eastwood. And girls? Girls hate it.
Look, I’m not going to argue with the fact that I’ve been disappointed by many of the men I’ve dated over the last few years, who seemed to lack backbone, common courtesy, and resourcefulness, three attributes, by the way, that I like seeing in other women as well. But this idea that dudes wearing scarves is a sign that manliness has gone the way of the dinosaurs? I don’t buy it. After the jump, 30 manly things I love that, as far as I can tell, haven’t gone anywhere. Keep reading »