“Love potions do not equal consent. Coercion through magic is illegal. Combined with the use of love potions it is rape.”
Oh, if only those Steubenville rapists could have gotten reported to the Ministry Of Magic. Or should I say those Lord Voldemorts. [The Mary Sue]
Ivana Trump famously said, “Don’t get mad, get everything.” Jennifer from Greensboro, North Carolina, says whip out the charge card and buy yourself a humiliating billboard reading:
“Michael – GPS tracker – $250, Nikon camera with zoom lens – $1600, Catching my LYING HUSBAND and buying this billboard with our investment account – Priceless. Tell Jessica you’re moving in! – Jennifer.”
I hope Jessica is ready for this important step in their relationship. [AdWeek]
Aww. That’s sweet! It almost makes you forget it’s Perez Hilton … nearly naked … in a bathtub. [Perez Hilton]
Pigs might be flying, because I have something nice to say about a Kardashian. Khloe Kardashian, who everybody knows is the only semi-redeemable Kardashian, was spotted out in Sherman Oaks today in this lovely ensemble — stripes, chambray and a pop of color with her bag. All spot on. [Photo: Fame/Flynet]
This is model and singer Nil Karaibrahimgil, on the runway during the Red Beard by Tanju Babacan show during Istanbul’s Fashion Week. You didn’t know Istanbul had a Fashion Week, did you, but oh, it does. And apparently ovo-themed fashions are very popular there. In any case, this kind of reminds me of those gummy fried eggs that are available at a lot of British supermarkets and candy stores. And it’s making me crave one real bad.
In Touch did an absolutely terrifying photo spread of the cast of “Dance Moms’” featuring Abby Lee Miller as the black swan. Abby is way, way scarier than Natalie Portman, by the way. The images perfectly convey the dysfunctional nature of the show, which makes me feel so many mixed emotions when I watch: confusion, amusement, outrage … but mostly fear. [In Touch]
Cats are the ideal predator: they’re small, swift, sneaky, and incredibly aerodynamic. Also, very sharp claws. But should they need to go face-to-face against stronger forces for some peculiar reason — like, say, when the uprising begins and they proceed to annihilate human warriors and take over the world — they might require something a bit more substantial than your average layers of fur in order to protect them against offensive attacks. Apparently, this cat suit of armor exists, and it is perfect. I want to go back in time and consult with whoever created this. I need to commend them on their foresight, because you know the feline revolution is well on its way. Cutest captors ever! [BuzzFeed]
I’m pretty sure it’s official: Justin Bieber is losing it. After passing out during a concert last night, then tweeting a shirtless photo of himself in the hospital shortly thereafter, Justin had what sounds to me like a bit of a meltdown in London this morning. And it all got caught on video. Justin hopped out of his SUV and lunged at a paparazzo, screaming “I’ll fucking beat the fuck out of you!” as his handlers attempt to restrain him. At first this news kind of delighted me, because I love a good celebrity mental decline, and all the signs are there — the fainting, the gas mask, the suspicious lateness, The Black Keys altercation, the butt-baring Instagram photos, the rumored sizzurp — but then I watched the video and felt pretty awful. The photog is really, really fucking nasty, and Biebs and his crew look exhausted. It’s easy to forget that the kid is 19 and super-sensitive and impressionable, and it seems like he might be Lohan-ing a little bit. Sad. I would not want to be Justin Bieber, that’s for sure. [Gossip Cop] [Photo: FameFlynet]
I know, I know, she’s not actually wearing a sweatshirt with her own picture on it. But the face and mouth of this little sweatshirt angel do look suspiciously like Ms. Seyfried in all her “Les Mis” glory.
On one hand, this picture is kind of hilarious — just two Theroux bros, walkin’ down the street in New York City, sporting matching zipped-up leather jackets and broody faces. And then, on the other hand, the little Theroux, Sebastian, is all grungy and lip-licky and so, so my type. Rrrrrow. He’s only 24, which is a little on the young side for me, but I think I might be able to swing it. Especially with that sweet new wave haircut. Man, hot celeb brothers! Gotta love ‘em. [Photo: FameFlynet]