Gawker wrecked a guys life for being an executive at a publishing company–according to Gwaker. Would the story have been interesting if he wasn’t married to a women, the almost-affair was with a gay porn star AND his brother was a former high-level official in the Obama administration? No. It would have been some average guy having a boring affair—that no one cares about. We don’t actually know it was an affair either, this could have been perfectly permissible within the confines of their marriage. It may not be your cup of tea, but your not living their lives. I have to say I was completely riveted by the salacious story for all the reasons listed above. And I wanted more pictures, videos, play by play accounts… But that’s human nature or its at least my nature. But I still wish it wasn’t posted.
GotNews.com is alleging Brodie Sinclair a.k.a. Derek Truitt is the escort behind the much maligned Gawker post exposing the almost extra marital affairs of Tim Geithner’s brother. It’s horrible and all, but I can see how a rich dude might drop $2,500 and fly him in from Texas.
16k per month for a baby daddy? Seems about right when you’re a mega-rich movie star that makes a baby with a professional himbo. Alarm bells should have sounded for Halle Berry when her potential sperm donor said: “I’m a model.” Ding Ding Ding!!! It’s a hot guys way of saying, “I’m unemployed.” When you’re as good-looking as Gabriel Aubry how important is work anyways. Continue reading
This is the flyer you get for Elephant Man on Broadway. You see the words Elephant, Giant, Enthralling and Bradley Cooper in his underwear you immediately think it’s referring to his crotch–but no! Brandy Cooper is the Elephant Man. Or maybe he is Elephant Man’s hot bloated brother? Continue reading
Unbelievably I saw the legend Joan Rivers perform at the Laurie Beechman Theater on the night before she was rushed to the hospital. I loved Joan Rivers ever since I first saw her on the Tonight Show as a kid. On Thursday night Joan was as sharp, healthy and as happy as could be. She was particularly beaming about being number one on the E! network beating out that “big, fat, disgusting, drunken-lesbian–Chelsea Handler,” Joan’s “dear friend.”
In less than a day after Tom Daley comes out the Huffington Post runs with this story: 20 Disgusting Homophobic Tweets In Response To Tom Daley Coming Out. It’s completely sensationalized post to drive traffic to the site. Continue reading
He’s Gay. After repeatedly denying it Tom Daley comes out. Most Americans just thought he was VERY European. But several other people who claim to have the super power Gaydar are saying, ‘I knew it all along.’ Well they also knew the Pope was Catholic and the sun would rise in the East–give it a rest!!! We all knew it.
Now the next big reveal is who’s the boyfriend–Tumbler is on-fire with speculation the leading candidate is this guy: Continue reading
On my way home from upstate I passed the New York Train derailment. Here is the horrific scene: Continue reading
Joan Crawford has a point: Wire hangers are hideous, they ruin sweaters and add to the ever-growing land fills. Not really bad motherly advice advocating for their non-use is it. Based on Crawford’s astute assessment, I constantly whacked the old lady at my dry cleaners every time I picked of my sweaters exclaiming, “NO MORE WIRE HANGERS!” Much to my chagrin that iconic scene in Mommy Dearest was a fabrication. I owe my dry cleaning lady a big apology. During a Q&A session with Christine Crawford at the screening of Surviving Mommy Dearest she admits the iconic scene “never happened,” instead, she claims, it was an “accumulation” of events. A lot of movie goers are going to feel duped.
Christina Crawford’s new documentary, Surviving Mommy Dearest, reveals new information about Joan Crawford’s abuse, substance addiction and alcoholism. Those who attended the screening of Surviving Mommy Dearest got to hear Christina, in her own words, spin even more horrific stories about her mother from racism to innuendoes of murder. Continue reading
Not really, but felt a little left out of the ‘lets trash Artpop movement.’ I’m kind of boarding on being a prehistoric monster–a Gaga fan that’s a bit too old to be fraternizing with little monsters. Case and Point: I received an invitation to be a beta tester for littlemonsters.com. Clearly I’m a “special” fan so I signed up immediately to gush over Gaga with fellow monsters. However the experience quickly turned into an episode of Datelines’ To Catch a Predator. Check out this exchange with a little monster: Continue reading