I know you had better things to do last night than watch the premiere of “Bristol Palin: Life’s A Tripp,” so I watched Bristol’s reality show for you! The first 20 minutes or so tried somewhat admirably to depict her life as a young, single mom whose baby daddy is out of the picture — although I say “somewhat admirably” because most single moms probably don’t live in their own huge apartment and have piles of abstinence-only lecture fees to throw up in the air like Scrooge McDuck.
The part that really had me screaming at the TV? This video above where Bristol gets in a bar fight with some gay, sexist douchebag who called her mom a “whore” and then she calls her friend crying because this heckler was just upset about the family’s position on [snotty tone of voice] gay marriage. SO IRRATIONAL, right? It’s hard to feel bad for anyone here.
Confession: Last night, I read the New York magazine piece, “I Just Want to Feel Everything’: Hiding Out With Fiona Apple Musical Hermit,” not once, but three times. I think it was one of the best music interviews I’ve read in a long time. I’ve always been a Fiona Apple fan. Tidal came out my first year of college and I think I listened to the CD (we still had CDs back then) until it cracked. “The Child Is Gone,” my favorite track on the album, inspired me to turn some of my poems into songs. Back then, I thought I was going to be a performer. And actually, my voice is similar to Fiona’s, we have that brassy alto thing going on. Though I went down a different path, I’ve followed Fiona’s career, owned all of her albums, and came to think of her as the woman living my phantom dream existence. I can’t help but be inspired by the way she hermits herself for years and reemerges with a brilliant new album with an octopus on her head. She can continue to rant about stuff, smoke hash out of a champagne flute and cloister herself off from the world all she wants. And I will watch admiringly from afar, living vicariously through the abandon with which she flings herself into her work. Below, some of my favorite quotes from the interview. Keep reading »
Charlie Sheen continues his “I’m Not Crazy Anymore, Really” Tour in Playboy, telling the magazine his weird behavior was caused by a “psychotic break” after years in the spotlight and many failed relationships. “I finally just said the things I had always been thinking.” But when he infamously said he was “winning,” the truth was far from it: “I was in total denial,” he says. “I felt I was winning by finally being able to speak my mind. I felt that was some sort of victory.” Read more…
This Friday, the new movie “Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter” opens in theaters. The movie, based on the book of the same name, stars Benjamin Walker as Mr. Lincoln himself, fending off vampires and fighting to keep the nation together. My friend Heidi swears the book was awesome and she read it in, like, two days, so she’s hoping the movie is half as good. But even if it’s not, we’ve certainly got our eye on Ben Walker. Explains Walker of the film, “We think of it as a period piece that just happens to have vampires in it.”
Just who is this dude? Find out everything you need to know about him, after the jump. Keep reading »
When I was 14 years old, my love for the band Pearl Jam was so great, I used to make my mom drive by a house in our neighborhood every day because I had somehow concluded, via extensive research online using our crappy dial-up modem, that Eddie Vedder had lived there, like, 15 years before. I also made a paper mache trash can with Stone Gossard’s face on (he’s the band’s guitarist). In short, I get the level of fandom that MileyCyrusCarlx feels for his favorite singer, Miley Cyrus (duh). I’m sure that if I had been of legal age in 1993, I would have gotten 15 Pearl Jam tattoos. Permanently inking your love for someone on your person is a sign of loyalty, for sure, but 15 tattoos in homage? I’m in awe. I can only dream of being loved by someone with such devotion. I wonder if MCCx (that’s my nickname for him) would settle for little ol’ me? I don’t think my visage is as tattoo-worthy, and I can’t sing a note, but I’m sweet and make a mean roast chicken. (Click through to see more photos of MCCx’s Miley tats. [Buzzfeed]
Once upon a time, the highest paid actor or actress in Hollywood was someone who had a bit more gravitas than “Twilight.” But Kristen Stewart has topped Forbes magazine’s list of the highest paid actresses in Hollywood, cashing in with $34.5 million in the past year.
This doesn’t sit well with Kathie Lee Gifford, who just doesn’t understand why the Kristen won’t smile. Join the club, KLG. And she even goes so far as to offer smiling lessons, although I think we can agree Tyra does it better. Now, what’s this about K-Stew’s “back end”?