Oh, look, Kim Zolciak of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” is engaged. She is also pregnant. And purportedly smoking. Her fiance is Kroy Biermann, a defensive end for the Atlanta Falcons, and he is 25. (Kim is 32.) Rumor has it this could lead to Kim getting her own spin-off reality show. So, you know, good luck on that. It worked for Bethenny Frankel. [Radar] Keep reading »
If you love burlesque like I do, you might have had mixed feelings when you heard about the movie “Burlesque.” Just how badly might Christina Aguilera and Cher butcher this thing that I love? But on the other hand, how awful can a movie be if Stanley Tucci is in it?
I had to get to the bottom of this caper, so I wrangled two hungover New York City burlesque stars, Anita Cookie and Clams Casino, for a Friday afternoon showing of “Burlesque.” I am sure you will be shocked — shocked! — to learn that Hollywood took some creative liberties with the art of burlesque. (Spoilers ahead!) Keep reading »
On Friday, Justin Bieber gave a reading from his new book, First Step 2 Forever. Not only did he look significantly older than the last time we saw him, but his hair was looking shorter and was—hyperventilating gasp—brushed in the opposite direction from normal. The voice deepening can’t be far behind. [New York, 11/26/10] Keep reading »
Want Snooki to taste the pickle in your pants? Well, if you can’t stand house music long enough to hit on her at da club, now you can just stick it in this even more plastic version of the guidette. As the box promises, for $19.99, “She’s the whore from the Jersey Shore who always wants more!” So lifelike! And this doll is waterproof, so you can, of course, take her in the hot tub. [Spencer’s Online]
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When I told my best friend I was happy for her because she was pregnant, it couldn’t have been further from the truth. The truth was that her announcement ruined my day, my week and my self-esteem. It added pressure to my already pressurized mid-30s brain and kept me awake at night with images of celebrating birthdays, alone and bitter, while everyone else basked in the warmth and love of their self-made families.
A few years later, when I was pregnant, I felt too guilty to announce it to my single friends. One night, as I finally plucked up the courage to pick up the phone and share the news, I said to my husband, “Watch, as I ruin someone’s day.”
He looked at me in utter confusion. “What are you talking about?” he said. “They’re your friends. They’ll be happy for you.”
“There’s no such thing as being happy for somebody else,” I shrugged, and he looked at me like I had just announced that I was a psychopathic flesh-eating robot. Keep reading »