Imagine, for a moment, you are Kim Kardashian’s PR team. The past few weeks of your life have not been easy; your client has been publicly derided for having an excessively fancy wedding during the middle of a recession and even more derided for divorcing just 72 days later. To make matters worse, her mom is going on any talk show that will have her and saying stuff like Kim didn’t “make a dime” off her wedding. Even people who are Kardashian fans are wrinkling their noses at the stink.
So what would you do if you were Kim K’s poor, beleaguered PR team? Why, you’d make Kris Humphries the villian, posthaste. Enter Us Weekly‘s cover article calling Kris the “HUSBAND FROM HELL” and claiming he “belittled [Kim] in front of people” and called her “stupid” and “fat.” Keep reading »
In my nightmares, the sleeping guy is me and the standing and reading celeb is Ryan Gosling. I wake up in a pool of sweat every single time. [Buzzfeed] Keep reading »
You may have assumed that Snooki’s lovely, orange glow was achieved by hours spent at the tanning salon, but she has another secret. The guidette shared a bizarre beauty tip from her new book on recent appearance of “Conan.” Snooki admitted that she uses clean cat litter to exfoliate her skin. “Yeah, well, I definitely, um, like to Google a lot. And I don’t like to spend a lot of money on, like, spa treatments, just because I’m, like, a cheapo. So I Googled what else I could use that’s, like, not so expensive, and it was… cat litter,” she revealed. When Conan pointed out that cat litter contained hazardous chemicals, Snooki shrugged and said, “I haven’t broken out at all yet.” I think yet is the operative word here. I really hope women don’t try this at home. After the jump, other questionable hygiene and beauty tips from celebs. [Team Coco]
A note about this piece: The Frisky obviously regularly features our own brand of celebrity fashion policing (The Good, The Bad & The WTF, generally). When Sally, who regularly writes for us, pitched me this topic, I thought she had a valid point, one that many share and that she would argue well. Having her piece appear on The Frisky, I hope, further illustrates that we’re a forum for a variety of opinions, even those that, at times, might seem contrary to each other. Her piece certainly gave me food for thought. — Editor
Go Fug Yourself was the first fashion blog I ever read. Hell, it might’ve been the first blog I ever read period. And it was hilarious, refreshing, a bright spot in my daily grind that prompted illicit giggles at the expense of misguided celebs and their lunatic stylists. When I first launched my own blog – which discusses the intersection of style and body image — I popped GFY right into my blogroll without even thinking about it. Fashion! Funny fashion! Of course I wanted their stuff associated with my stuff! Especially since, at the time, I felt that celebrities had no excuses to dress badly: They had all the money and resources in the world, and were professionally pretty. The occasional experimental high-style gaffe? OK. Slogging around in sweatsuits and expressing outrage at the resultant public scrutiny? Childish and idiotic. Keep reading »