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Hallelujah! It’s the return of Brad and Jen. Well, sort of. Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Aniston went on a date and you know what that means? If they make whoopie, they’ll each be crying out the names of their exes! Bradley Cooper was married to Jennifer Esposito for a hot second, while Jennifer Aniston stuck it out for a number of years with some dude named Brad Pitt. Keep clicking for other celebs that have a thing for certain names…
It’s hard to get good help these days. Or at least help who won’t air your dirty laundry in a courtroom. Unfortunately for Linda Hogan, all that chitchat with her hairdresser is biting her in the ass. Hogan’s ex-hairdresser, Tracy Morgan (no, not the comedian), testified in a Florida court yesterday saying the wrestler’s ex-wife told her she uses part of her $40,000 monthly alimony checks to buy drugs. Hogan’s drug cocktail of choice: smoking the gange and popping Roxi, a hard-core painkiller. Of course Hogan’s legal team has deemed the allegations “a complete fabrication.” [MSNBC]
But come on, what maid or guard or personal assistant isn’t taking notes on their celebrity boss’ secrets while they sweep the floor and watch the security cameras? Click on for more celebs whose help has spilled their beans.
Editor Glenn O’Brien (once of Interview magazine, Rolling Stone, High Times and now a blogger on men.style.com, among other endeavors) let’s us in on his mostly nonsensical, sometimes hilarious notes (he actually uses the word “ass plate” in descriptive terms) from the last ready-to-wear shows in Milan and Paris. The scribbles were mostly made in the dark, so he claims they “read like code and are skewed at an odd angle in a weird hand reminiscent of the webs researchers recorded after giving spiders LSD. I swear it was just the darkness, and maybe a little Champagne.” Readable or not, I always wonder what those front-row editors are scrawling in their chic, little books—so get a load Glenn’s wack-job thoughts on collections from Hussein Chalayan, Fendi, Max Mara, Roberto Cavalli, Givenchy, etc. [Style Guy Blog] Keep reading »
“My boyfriend really says filthy things when we’re in bed. Sometimes it’s hot, other times it’s just gross. How do I let him know what I like?” -Dana, Connecticut
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Sasha and Malia Obama must be two of the only girls on in the country who aren’t embarrassed by their father. Sure, he makes a corny joke every now and then, but come on—in addition to the whole being president thing, he dresses well, plays a mean game of basketball, and got them the puppy they’d been begging for all year. Not to mention that, about a week before being inaugurated, he wrote an open letter to them in Parade Magazine. “I know that you’ve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn’t have let you have. But I also know that it hasn’t always been easy for you,” he wrote. “When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me—about how I’d make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn’t seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours.”
Yeah, that made me a little teary, too. Barack Obama takes being a father very seriously. Which makes sense considering that his own dad—a Kenyan man who fell in love with a white midwestern woman while studying at the University of Hawaii—left when Barack was two. Keep reading »
We’re not fans of the “sex scandal” road to success. (Ya hear, Levi Johnston?) But that doesn’t mean we still can’t learn something from a D-lister who paid the rent because the notches on their bedpost.
Former D.C. staffer Jessica Cutler got herself a book deal (The Washingtonienne) from having anal sex with Bush employees for money and blogging it. So The Daily Beast has turned to Cutler for her sage counsel after news this week that a married, born-again Christian senator, John Ensign of Nevada, wasn’t quite as into “family values” as he purported to be. (Ensign recently admitted to an affair with Cynthia Hampton, who is married to an aide in the senator’s office.)
But you don’t have knocked boots with a hypocritical politician to appreciate Jessica’s scandal-snuffing tips. After all, nearly everyone’s cell phone has a camera on it and lots of ex-boyfriends act like dicks!
I love a hero. It’s hard to resist those devastatingly handsome leading men who duel evil at great personal cost. And yet, I have more of a thing for the sidekick. Sure their characters are underdeveloped and their emotional growth is equal to that of a chia pet, but sidekicks are severely underrated. Just because the sidekick wasn’t born with an ultra cool destiny or figure out how to get bitten by a radioactive spider doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve love. Besides for the tiny fact that sidekicks have an annoying tendency to die, here is why the sidekick is undoubtedly better boyfriend material. Keep reading »
I couldn’t help it; his email was password was just too easy to crack. His cat’s name? He must’ve wanted me to take a peek.
My fingers hesitantly pecked at the inbox, and suddenly, I was reading my recent ex’s email. To my horror, he had placed a singles ad on Craigslist. He truly was moving on. Keep reading »
This must just be the week of frivolous lawsuits!
Beyonce has filed a federal lawsuit in New York against a group of people who are selling bootleg copies of her CDs and other knock-off merchandise at her concerts around the world.
According to TMZ, her legal team hasn’t been able to track down exactly who’s selling the unauthorized goods (how you sue an unknown person is a mystery to me), but they’re anticipating the sales continuing at Bey’s upcoming Madison Square Garden concerts on June 21st and 22nd so they’re trying to get a judge to rule the merch illegal. Continue Reading…
Yes, there is such a thing as being “genetically blessed.” Take, for example, Cindy Crawford and her two impecably cheek-boned children. Her son, Presley, is Mr.-Beach-Surfer-Child-Adorable and do you see Kaia, her little seven year old daughter? She’s already crazy beautiful—Cover Girl, Sport Illustrated Swimsuit issue, Vogue, everyone will be calling in about five years (if they aren’t already).