If you’re not following this gossip gem, then you should be! January Jones, ice queen both on and off the Mad Men set (who coincidently plays Emma Frost in the new X-Men reboot), has been sporting a large baby bump sans man and tongues are wagging.
Crazy Days and Nights has a killer blind item that’s too good not to share:
So, would you like to know who the father of January Jones’ baby is? Well, he is married. Oh, he is foreign born. Has a best friend who was married to one of the biggest stars on the planet. Our baby daddy has his own kids. Oh, and he is married to a woman who was with a guy who is a really, really big a-hole and would probably creep you out if he asked you out. (CDAN)
Most of the commenters are saying Matthew Vaughn, director of X-Men First Class. Scandal, much?
It must get really boring talking about your boobs all the time, right? Especially when talking heads credit you with “bringing back curves” (did they get stuck in traffic on the 405?). But Hendricks perserveres, which is admirable when interviews tend to glaze over your own stellar acting and focus on their your ta-tas or your handsome leading men.
She tells Daily Mail, “I hope I’m not encouraging [breast augmentation],” she said. “If there’s anything to be learned from me it’s that I’m learning to celebrate what I was born with, even though it’s sometimes been inconvenient. Having larger breasts has made it harder for me to shop throughout the years, but I’ve learned to love it. It’s so bizarre that people are constantly asking if my breasts are real or fake. They’re so obviously real that anyone who’s ever seen or touched a breast would know.”
Alright we get it! She had big, natural, awesome breasts! Somewhere buried in the article we were reminded that Hendricks happens to be a main character on a wildly popular show saying it’s, “the first time I’ve felt appreciated, because it’s the first time I’ve been on a show that people have been so excited about.”
And as for the smoldering chain smoking misogynistic male characters on Mad Men? “Jon [Hamm] feels more of a brother to me, but listen, I’m a woman and I can look at that man and say he’s astoundingly talented and astoundingly attractive. But so are all the guys on the show. I mean John Slattery [who plays Roger Sterling, Joan's sometime lover] — he’s dashing and charismatic as can be.”
Hendricks is finally get some time on the big screen though, unfortunately starring Sarah Jessica Parker (I Don’t Know How She Does It), which means it’ll be a fluffy rom-com and I won’t see it. Too bad, so sad.
Truthfully, Dancing With the Stars gives me flashbacks to my crazy (and I mean CRAZY) old roommate. I’d come home and she’d be sitting in the living room, alone in the dark for 5 hours straight watching TV. She was a dozen cats and a wire hanger obsession away from full blown crazy.
Anywaaaay… Kirstie Alley continues to nomnom the (calorie free!) spotlight by losing more weight, claiming that they costume department had to take in her original Dancing dress in by a ridic’ 38 inches. As to the secret of her weight loss (wait, isn’t dancing your ass off- literally- not much of a secret?), Alley was mum.
Despite having less weight to throw around, her whiny partner Maksim Chmerkovskiy, tells AOL TV that this season has left him “drained.”
“I don’t know,” he shared. “It takes a lot out of you. When you invest that much of you into something that’s supposed to be just work you [can] get misinterpreted. I don’t know [if I'm coming back]. We’ll see. Right now, I’m drained.”
Image from Access Hollywood.
From my other jam, Picktaintainment.com
If you see one episode of Real Housewives of Anywhere, it has to be the Season 3 premiere of New Jersey and the epic baptism party showdown that will surely reverberate throughout the entire season. Episode 2 opens in the backyard of Jacqueline’s New Jersey McMansion on a pre-Halloween day, with Caroline Manzo (as usual) acting as therapist/voice of season/wizened matriarch to she-child Theresa as she attempts to shirk off any responsibility for the melee. Her oldest daughter, Gianna, barely 9 years old, looks on exhausted by her mother’s antics as the Manzos nod arms akimbo as Melissa lays the blame squarely on her hotheaded brother Joe. (Side note: isn’t it creepy her husband and brother have the same name?)
While the events of the christening are being rehashed starting at minute one, Caroline and Jacqueline suggest Theresa be the bigger person and seek out her brother to apologize, which oddly seems a difficult task since Theresa refuses to see Joe’s insufferable NJ princess archetype, Melissa. Ever the sense-talker, Caroline reminds Theresa (without actually saying it) that they are in fact, a cast, and actually have to do things together i.e. the Posche fashion show. Theresa’s solution when she sees her sister-in-law? Hide.
New cast member Kathy invites Melissa and Joe over for dinner, and we get their side of the story. Melissa again calls out Theresa for being “fakey” (cough kettle/black cough), insisting the spotlight never should have been taken off of her at the party. By the time Theresa said congratulations, Joe had consumed more than his limit of libations, and lashed out at his sister. His excuse? He was hurt. Is that a new term for drunk and Italian? He elaborates saying he’s been continually hurt by his brother-in-law (the other Joe), claiming “verbal abuse” for the past nine years and saying it’s destroyed the relationship with both Theresa and their father. Past drama aside, male voice of reason in the form of Kathy’s kookie husband brings up the fashion show like it’s a royal coronation, and the feuding Gorgas/Guidices must meet. Dramatic fade out.
Oh, it’s time for FUR! Posche boutique’s dual team of botoxed owners“surprise” Melissa with a modeling opportunity at their fashion show. Kim G saunters in, reprising her role as s— stirrer that she played so well with Danielle’s crazy last year. Quote of the year: saying Theresa has a “crooked ass.” Gold! From clothes to make-up with get caught up with the too happy/normal/successful Manzo’s and their lone daughter, Lauren. Seriously, where’s the fun without a foreclosure or broken wine glass? It’s a welcome respite, albeit brief, watching Lauren give her mom a makeover and again, build up to the fashion show where Lauren is doing the makeup and their event venue, The Brownstone will be the setting. See- everyone’s playing a part!
Flash to Halloween in New Jersey and cheesy costumes, hideous interior decorating and Joe Gorga’s freakishly smooth back in a Snooki costume and his wife (naturally) whored up in a skin tight latex cat costume. The Guidices, who somehow still have their house and Tuscan vomit furniture, host a kids’ party and lament the absence of bro Joe while the Gorgas party with the grownups complete with party bus and northern Jersey night club. More fashion show talk/build-up, demands for apology, etc. and Kathy settles into her role in the crazy eye family as having to play both sides.
Finally! Fashion show day. The Manzos, ever the lone enduring success, work hard to set up the show. Hard work. On the Real Housewives! Who knew? Flash sideways to Theresa and Jacqueline, again, discussing the inevitable confrontation that evening and Theresa decides to say hello to Melissa. Jaqueline’s brain hamster starts spinning and she realizes that Therea’s “hello” means fisticuffs. Smart lady. Sideways flash #2 to Kathy and Melissa getting their hair done, more demands for apology. More hairspray. I’m getting woozy.
Theresa wisely gets the hello out of the way early, and Melissa bereft of apology, grows ever more stick-up-assy. More hair, more makeup. More sequins, more leopard. THIS is a fashion show, people! Screw Milan and Paris. Sitting at opposite ends of the room, we see Melissa’s harpy-like sisters shoot daggers at Theresa. The battle gauntlet has been thrown, ladies! The drunken Posche blondes work the room, and Theresa swells with envy whenever someone talks to the harpies before finally skulking away to change for the runway show. Platforms! Feathers! Minis! Melissa works the catwalk like a Barbazon graduate workin’ for her veneers while Theresa follows to a quieted audience. Great dress, though.
Backstage Jacqueline provides the timebomb tick as a fur-ensconced Kathy drags Theresa off to the side, the latter protesting her fault and placing the blame squarely on bro Joe for the christening fallout. Kathy again cries, “someone PLEASE think of the children” accusing Theresa of abandoning her kids during the fight. Where they at a McDonald’s in the ghetto? Weak! Melissa contributes a disappointing lack of drama and mama bear Caroline shuts her and Kathy down, saving her family from further embarrassment (ha), and ending the episode on a dull decrescendo. They better step it up for Episode 3, or my drinking game will cease to be fun.
I’ll admit it, I read Russell Brand’s first book and rather enjoyed it (so much in fact I just bought the second one) so I’m not surprised his antics in the past got him banned from a country known for keeping it freak on the down low.
Katy Perry (she of recent rider demands infamy) Tweeted an account:
I’M SO EXCITED! I’M IN MY FAVORITE PLACE IN THE WORLD! #JAPAN!!! #CALIFORNIADREAMSTOUR!!! 13 hours ago
So…my husband just got deported from Japan. I am so. sad. I brought him all this way to show him my favorite place #tokyodreamscrushed 10 hours ago
It was for priors from over 10 years ago! #mamanothappy! #don’tmessw/mahman! #uwannaplaylet’sgo #don’ttakeawomansmanfromhershe’llgetshiasty! 10 hours ago
…But of COURSE I ? my Japanese fans & the show #MUSTGOON no matter the daily aftershocks or husband kidnappings! #it’snotrightbutit’sokay 10 hours ago
#FREE@RUSTYROCKETS! RT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 10 hours ago
Didn’t something similar to Paris Hilton a few years ago for something she didn’t even do *in* Japan? They don’t play! Sucks he had to turn around and go home, but such is the life of an over the top comedian, right?
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are you rapturable?
From LAgeekly.com:
Do you have what it takes to be among the bible elite? Will you get to partake in the rapture this Saturday or will you watch from the sidelines at one of the many Post Rapture parties here in Los Angeles and around the world? Follow through this helpful flowchart to determine if you will stay or if you will float!
I know for damn sure without even looking at this chart I will be staying behind here in heathen LA. I can’t help but think how the rapture could be an AMAZING thing for this world. If all the people who followed their religions to the letter would just disappear…
Oh well, I guess LA is close enough.
I’m trying to decide if Gigolos (Showtime) is this is the worst show ever, or the best worst show ever… I mean really, what are the criteria? The obvious fake-ness puts similar sexy-time shows like Cathouse to shame, and the seemingly impossible premise (5 strictly “straight” men working simultaneously in Las Vegas, servicing solely women??) make the show so eye-rollingly bad that I HAVE to watch every episode.
For starters, just about female “client” has been outed by one outlet or another as a legitimate adult film star, and perhaps for the best. Would a “teacher” really openly admit she’s seeking paid male companionship? The taboo admission would surely be a career ruiner. But you can’t fault Gigolos for it’s faux clientele alone, it’s the general d-bagginess of the cast that grates more than the awkward, grunting sex scenes. I mean, one of them raps? A majority are openly against any act that could be perceived as gay? Please!
I can’t even keep them all straight (pun intended!), save for alpha douche Brace, who vocally turned on an orgy-like situation with a female client due to his severe aversion to any peen other than his own. Is there really that big a market for supplements that you can turn down gigs that involve another phallus?
Sigh. Venting aside, I’ll still watch this show despite its rank well below Cathouse and Secret Diary of a Call Girl, but slightly above Skinamax… I mean, what else is a girl supposed to watch on a Saturday night in?
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i’m alive i swear!
Sorry to disappoint, but I have not been spirited by the rapture… just experiencing an influx of real life. Not cool!
I can see her billboard from my apartment, so it’s like Paris Hilton is watching me with one eye just slightly askew waiting for me to find the Oxygen network and watch her new realty opus.
Premiering on June 1, The World According to Paris will dazzle viewers with her worldly education, rapier wit, and entourage of esteemed intellectuals. Oh wait, nope. It’s her with a mini horse and douchey boyfriend as they pout their way through LA. My bad.
Will I watch it? Probably, if only in the interest of journalistic integrity… and a little schadenfreude.
Image and video from Daily Mail.
In “random photo shoots of the day,” famed silver spooner Ivanka Trump has taken to the pages of Harpers Baazar pregnant and… in a Playboy Bunny costume?
Trump naturally extols the virtues of her fame whore father, saying:
“I think he’s exactly what we need. He’s the best equipped to deal with the most important issues this nation has, which is ultimately that we’re suffering under a massive burden of debt.”
“We need a very acute financial mind to get us out of this mire.”
With every praise of a candidate like Trump, who dropped out after the issue was published, there’s the obligatory Obama dig.
“Of course [once he was elected] I wanted him to succeed, but he’s proven to be a very ineffective leader,” she says of Obama.
“He has just not risen to the occasion. He doesn’t have business experience or a business mind.”
Naturally this interview occurred pre-Osama bin Laden, but I’m sure that too would’ve been a Bush-era win, and have nothing to do with Obama, right?
Image from Harpers Bazaar.
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