Anne Hathaway tells the Sun that Stanley Tucci couldn’t keep his hands off her in between takes while filming The Devil Wears Prada. Hathaway says:

“There was this one day where he kept elbowing me in the breast. He wasn’t doing it to be like a dirty old man, but if we were doing a scene or I was just crossing to get to my mark (on the set) he would just smack me in my boob and elbow me. If you’re a girl you know that hurts. So, after about the fourth time, I finally turned to him and said: ‘Stanley can you please stay away from my tits?’ Stanley got really flustered and he said: ‘What do you expect, you’re flinging those melons around like it’s harvest season!’”

Based on my awesome level of sexism, I really don

Despite telling Matt Lauer in an interview last week that her marriage to wigger idiot Kevin Federline is “awesome”, reports now say things are not awesome. They’re not awesome at all. The Sun UK says today that Kevin ordered Britney to fire Perry Taylor, the bodyguard/nanny/hunk who was almost always by her side until very recently. Now, Taylor has been told he will be used on an hourly rate as needed. And MSNBC is reporting that Britney and Kevin stayed in separate rooms during their trip to Miami last week. Spears spent a quarter million dollars for a quick vacation on Aqua Island, but the two shared very little time together other than a well publicized trip to the beach with their young son. Spears even rented separate house so the two could be apart. MSNBC says:

“She did it to get away from Kevin,” a friend told the mag. Federline jet skied in South Beach by himself and in the evening, appeared at the club Mansion, where he had a scheduled appearance. Spears didn’t attend, but KFed partied with eight friends, drank Cristal champagne, and danced until 3:30 a.m., according to the mag. Despite their problems, a “pal” says, Spears “wants the world to think they’re happier than ever.”

Yeah, and thank God too, thank God they’re willing to go through this charade for all of us, because I just toss and turn all night unless placated about the happiness of Britney Spears. It burns me upside if I think, even for one second, that Kevin Federline isn’t walking on air. One time someone tried to tell me Britney was unhappy one day and I put my hands over my ears and ran down the hall screaming. No, no, that’s not true! Stop it! STOP IT!



Source = The Sun and MSNBC.

Both the New York Post and the New York Daily News run pieces today about a new feud between Lindsay Lohan and Sean Combs. Both are about an incident at the New York bar Butter last week after Lindsay got up from her table in the space-challenged club and got into a shouting match with Paris Hilton. When she returned to her table, she found Combs and his entourage in her place. But the papers disagree over who the villain is. The Post, who is absolutely in love with Combs and Damon Dash for some inexplicable reason, predictably put the blame for any drama on Lohan. They say:

“There were only like six tables,” a witness says. “Everyone was sharing, but Lindsay refused and began mixing it up with Puffy. His bodyguards came over and picked Lindsay up to get her out.” A member of Diddy’s camp confirmed, “Lindsay was being so loud and obnoxious. His security became concerned and came over to escort her away.”

The more level headed Daily News blames Combs:

After having words, Lohan returned to her table to find that hip-hop mogul Diddy had been seated with her group. She kidded with him, asking what he was doing at her table. “He didn’t realize she was joking,” says a source, “and he then yelled at her and told her to get out.” Diddy “was really mean to her,” says another source, who claims one of Puffy’s bodyguards lifted up Lindsay, and the rapper himself got into a scuffle with a Lohan pal who defended her.

I blame everyone who thinks anyone gives a shit about Sean Combs. What is it he does exactly, other than fail. Yeah, fantastic, 20 years ago he leeched off of Biggie and had some moderate success, now I have to put up with him. 20 years ago I got an ‘A’ on my state capitols test, that doesn’t mean I should have tenure at Stanford. That guy couldn’t entertain me unless he got my high and had puppies lick my feet.



Source = New York Post and New York Daily News



After the box office failure of ‘Bottle Rocket’, a movie he co-wrote and starred in and his first movie with Wes Anderson, Owen Wilson reportedly thought he might never have a career in Hollywood. Wilson says:

“The studio said ‘Bottle Rocket’ was their worst-testing movie in history, so I looked into the marines. Maybe I was influenced by ‘An Officer and a Gentleman’ or those Marine commercials – they were so cool! Like a Led Zeppelin song come to life, full of people pulling swords from rocks and fighting lava monsters.”

I get the feeling it wouldn’t exactly break Owen Wilson’s heart if you made him do a bong hit, so I like to think he’s joking, but who the hell knows. He might have thought the lava monsters on Scooby Doo were real too, and went down to defend the haunted amusement park with a cowardly dog. And knowing Owen, that Owen Wilson story would end like every other Owen Wilson story, with him having sex with many many beautiful ladies. 

I don’t know if this is from too much botox or a hex or what, but these pictures of Nicole Kidman stepping out of the grave her home in Sydney yesterday are absolutely terrifying. If a door opens and I see this standing there, it better say trick or treat in about three seconds or I’m gonna stab it in the fuckin heart with a cross. No wonder she wanted to get the paparazzi drunk. She better get them lens caps too, because that’s the only way her pictures are gonna look even remotely human. I assume botox is supposed to be doing something other than keeping Nicole and C-3PO frozen in time, so, fantastic, the worlds ecosystem is about to be thrown off just because these two think they

In March, representatives for Kevin Federline sent out an email declaring that Kevin planned to help a children’s charity on every stop of the promotion tour he’s doing for his debut album. In part, the email said:

“Every city he visits, he’s going to visit a charity that benefits children … whether that’s handing out toys to children at hospitals or whatever … He’s doing it now through August.”

One of those stops on his promotional tour came this week, when Kevin was in Miami at the club Mansion, playing tracks from his debut album. And while Kevin did jet ski off South Beach, go to game 5 of the NBA championships, and drink Cristal out of the bottle at a club while his wife who paid for it sat at home, one thing he did not do was hand out toys to children at hospitals or whatever. And while I appreciate the Daily News pointing out what a dick Kevin is, I notice no one else is complaining. And why would they. If I’m 8 and just got done with a day of chemo, a visit from Kevin Federline doesn’t help. In fact it would make me wonder what the hospitals motivation here was. If they wanted me to kill myself and free up a bed, by all means, make me spend ten more minutes with this jackass.



Source = New York Daily News


Nicole Kidman and fianc

I’m not technically a doctor, but I do have a subscription to Juggs, and I’m almost positive a girls nipples aren’t supposed to be down by her elbows like they are on Jennifer Love Hewitt. She’s like 14, and either she has arms like a t-rex or those things are gonna be down to her knees by the time she’s 40. It’s a good things she’s almost certainly boring in bed. Getting pummeled by her boobs while she’s on top probably gets old after a few hours. Yet another awesome reason for chicks to get implants. Man, implants, is there anything they can’t do.

On a side note, being a paparazzi looks awesome doesn’t it? Camped out in the Hollywood Hills while the sun beats down on your thousand degree car, pissing in an empty coffee cup, waiting for the star of the Ghost Whisperer to come get her trash. That, my friends, is living!