Olivia Wilde is a major flirt. Or at least that’s what the tabloids want us to believe. In the past six months, she has been linked to, oh, pretty much all of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors from Jake Gyllenhaal to Justin Timberlake to Ryan Gosling to Bradley Cooper. Ever since her split from Italian prince Tao Ruspoli in February, every time she so much as looks at a famous guy, the tabloids are ablaze with rumors of her “next fling.” And I just have to call BS. I mean, the woman is insanely gorgeous, newly single, and for sure has an innate Wildeness that brings all the boys to the yard. But in so many of these cases, it seems more like Olivia is just, you know, having a conversation with a friend rather than shamelessly flirting. Check out some headlines after the jump and decide if Olivia really deserves that Scarlet “F.”
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Lindsay Lohan has evaded yet another probation violation for failing a routine alcohol test. Perhaps the judge believed Lindsay’s claims that Komboucha tea was the culprit for the false positive result. Komboucha is a fermented tea thought to detoxify the body and mind and though it contains less than 0.05 percent alcohol, some think it can sway the results of alcohol tests and make you look like a lush to your friends, family and potential employers.
We all know poppy seed bagels can effect drugs tests, but in addition to Komboucha, here are some new, perhaps surprising things that could possibly have you coming up dirty on drug or alcohol tests. Keep reading »
Time is of the essence for 85-year-old Hugh Hefner, so we’re not surprised his fiancee-turned-runaway-bride Crystal Harris has already been replaced. Introducing the Playboy playboy’s newest “girlfriends,” Anna Sophia Berglund and Shera Bechard. After the jump, let’s meet Hef’s new leading ladies. Keep reading »
OPI’s recently released “Shatter” nail polishes are the new black in the world of manicures. Our initial encounter with them was less than moving. At first we thought, Won’t it just look like my polish is peeling off? But the salesperson explained that applying Shatter over two coats of regular nail polish would give a crackling effect you can see in seconds. Our next thought: You mean every nail is different? Too OCD for that!
Shatter, obviously trying to win us over, began to show up everywhere. Unable to ignore it any longer, we tried it and the crackly manicure grew on us. Now we love the Shattercure. And apparently we’re not the only ones, because it’s sold out everywhere. Keep reading »
I thought Botox would change my life. I admired the shiny, perfect foreheads of my elders on “The Real Housewives of Orange County” (or New York, New Jersey, D.C. and Miami, for that matter) and wished that I too could include myself in the natural-but-not club. I’m 28 and definitely the only one in my small-town Indiana family to even consider Botox. I thought it was a necessary form of torture–some sun damage from a few years back had left its mark in the form of noticeable (probably only to me?) horizontal lines across my forehead. It wasn’t quite as if someone drew on my face with eyeliner, but it bothered me. So with the help of a Lifebooker special for $179, I took the plunge before a trip to Jamaica where I intended to do a little more sun damage.
And here’s why I won’t ever do it again. Keep reading »
When I heard that Britney Spears and Nicki Minaj were teaming up for the Femme Fatale tour, I envisioned a clash of egos from two of the biggest women in the game. And according to MediaTakeout.com, I was right. It happened … and it sounds awesome. Allegedly, after their San Jose show on Saturday, an all-out cat fight ensued after Britney marched into Nicki’s dressing room to confront her for going over her allotted stage time. Britney apparently let a 10 minute run-over slide at the Sacramento show, but was enraged after San Jose, when Nicki’s performance cut 45 minutes out of Britney’s hips, lips and hair routine. Followed by a gaggle of her male backup dancers, Britney supposedly charged into the Minaj camp screaming, head-rolling and snapping fingers as her dancers cosigned for her. I can almost hear it now. “Uh uh, girl, you MUST be crazy to think you can steal Brit-Brit’s shine.” Keep reading »