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It must be awesome to be Justin Dior Combs. Like, really awesome. This past weekend, at his sweet 16 birthday party, daddy Diddy greeted him with a humble gift—the keys to his very own Maybach. As if a huge birthday bash complete with all the extravagant amenities isn’t too much, does any kid really need a first car that costs $350,000? Who wants to make bets on how fast Justin will crash it? I can’t stop thinking about how many starving orphans could have been fed with that kind of money. Just to prove that he isn’t completely materialistic, Diddy also gave Justin a small check for $10,000, which will be donated to Haitian relief efforts. Nice gesture. But nope—it still doesn’t justify the Maybach. [PopEater] After the jump, some more over-the-top celebrity birthday gifts that make us want to puke. I mean, I was pretty thrilled when I got my grandparents’ old gas-guzzler for my 16th.
Happily married U.K. couple Caroline and Steve Cartwright really pissed off their neighbors, and it wasn’t because of some untrimmed bushes or unruly trash bins. After receiving hundreds of complaints from neighbors about their obnoxiously loud sex noises, 48-year-old Caroline was placed on four-year noise probation which she violated on various occasions. And thus she was sentenced to eight weeks in prison. Really? But why only Caroline? Isn’t Steve also partially responsible for making her scream? Go Steve! And how loud could she possibly be? The judge on her case said, “I can see how the neighbors [were] upset,” after listening to some of the tapes. Am I the only one who thinks everyone should leave Caroline and Steve alone to enjoy their amazing sex life? I think her neighbors are just jealous. Loud, frequent sex at 48 is something to show off. We are hoping she will write a book with some tips after she is released from prison. [Mirror] Keep reading »
Could there possibly be anything about the Big O that we don’t already know? Kitty Kelly thinks there is. Kelly says she was “committed to writing the truth” about Oprah in her new unauthorized biography, which is due out in bookstores in early April. Does O have anything to worry about? Kelly hints that the book will cover “all aspects of her life.” Gulp. Does that include her “special friendship” with Gayle? But Oprah doesn’t seem to be sweating the release of the book. Kelly says she’s known about the book for a few years and that she’s not for it or against it. Translation: It will not be part of her book club. OK, now I’m nervous. And I have good reason to be. After the jump, some other unwelcome biography revelations. [PopEater]
Let me preface this by saying that I am a longtime “American Idol” fan. As a former singer and performer, nothing is more exhilarating than watching other people compete and either knock it out of the park or bomb big-time. Perhaps the most compelling part of the “Idol” journey is the audition process. Not only is it entertaining, but also every person alive (whether talented or untalented) can relate to that moment of waiting to fulfill a dream: to perform on Broadway, score the winning basket, get married, land that job. The feeling is universal. But am I surprised that the Daily Beast is calling the “Idol” audition process “a myth?” Not really. Because isn’t the entire show “a myth”? Keep reading »
Senator-elect Scott Brown wasn’t the only one who showed some skin in the ’80s. Warning: this might make you uncomfortable. Before the Senator’s wife, Gail Huff, was a legit news anchor, she was a music video girl of the slutty variety. Check her out in this 1984 Digney Fingus video so appropriately entitled “The Girl With The Curious Hand.” In case you missed her, she is the girl in the bikini giving a hand job to a tube of sunscreen. Looks like she’s not the only woman in the family with talent. I guess we know where her eligible daughters Ayla and Arianna learned how to strut around in a bikini. No doubt she passed down her love of music. And sunscreen. Anyone else starting to think the Browns may be a little bit … er … different? [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
Tonight is the final episode of “Jersey Shore.” Time to pack up the hair gel and put away the club gear—the summer of fun is over. Teardrop. Who will we look to for comic relief in the cold, winter months ahead? We’ve heard that our favorite pint-sized pickle lover may soon have her own reality show in the works as part of her plan to take over the Snookiverse. Snooki says nothing is set in stone yet, but she’s received offers from VH1 and some other networks. I hope this doesn’t mean she’s leaving the cast. It truly wouldn’t be the same without her perky little pouf. But alas, this is what happens with reality stars: They use TV to launch (albeit usually pathetic) careers of some sort. After the jump, our predictions for the fates of the other cast members. [US Weekly] Keep reading »
I was really young and naïve when I met Christian* at a nightclub. By “young,” I mean 18 and by “naïve,” I mean an inexperienced dater who thought men would only like me for my intelligence.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Christian asked some other club goers in line. I looked behind me to see where the beautiful girl was. I certainly didn’t think it was me. But he pointed at me again. He was standing in the club’s entryway wearing big, Buddy Holly glasses, black leather pants, and reeking of “teen icon.” Then he smiled – a wide, devilish grin. With one hand, he offered me a lollipop; with the other he held a whiskey on the rocks. In fact, in the four years (on and off) that we were involved, Christian usually had a whiskey on the rocks. It was like his signature accessory. Keep reading »
You’ve already heard the upsetting news that folks whose name starts with the letter “D” live shorter lives. But now I need to have a chat with all of you named Andy or Sarah. If you’re actually at work right now, and not out pretending to be sick, you may want to make sure no one is spying on you in your cubicle before you read on. Keep reading »
Hands down, the best thing about working at The Frisky is our amazing readers. We so heart all of your witty, thoughtful, and informative comments—heck, we even appreciate the mean ones. Sometimes, we can’t help but wonder about the faces behind avatars. We decided to launch a weekly column where we learn all about a Frisky reader. Meet _JSW_, one of our most prolific commenters.