By Michael December 31, 2014 @ 12:00 PM
Lithesome harpy Gwyneth Paltrow believes that women are mean to each other and that needs to stop. It’s okay for women to be mean to men and children and pets not named Sir Reginald, but women need to have each other’s backs and encourage one another to buy lots of shit they don’t need. As a for instance, on Goop.
Read all about Gwyneth’s girl power bullshit. (Dlisted)
Khloe Kardashian shows off her hamhocks in a sequined dress. (Huffington Post)
Leann Rimes shows off her bikini bod on Twitter. (Drunken Stepfather)
This is Patrycja Farbis and this is her in leopard print lingerie. (Hollywood Tuna)
Xenia Deli in lingerie makes me happy in my wiener. (Popoholic)
Aaron Paul may trade in his meth hazmat suit for a blaster to be the new Han Solo. (The Superficial)
Lily Aldridge has got some big ol’ titties, y’all. (Celebslam)
By Lex December 23, 2014 @ 8:44 AM
Yahoo! is almost entirely click-bait computer generated titles with Sudanese refugees and moonlighting U.S. Postal Service clerks penciling in a few paragraphs that may or may not have anything to do with the headline. You can forget seeing the video touted in the lead, it’s not there. Yahoo! shouldn’t be allowed to criticize anyone. But they did. Gwyneth Paltrow. That still seems oddly fair.
Somebody found something saying Yahoo! CEO Marissa Meyer dropped Gywneth Paltrow from a feature gig writing for Yahoo! Food because Paltrow was a college dropout. If you guessed she had a PhD in a hard science on trivia night, you’re probably going to be asked to leave your team. The Yahoo! CEO places a particularly strong emphasis on employees having a college degree and just having been rejected by Google and Facebook for real jobs. Given that most Yahoo! Food articles are barely vetted listicles on ten items you should be including in your diet, an eerily similar list to the article they ran a week earlier about ten food items that might be killing you, the standard seems pretty low. I’m sure they could suffer a few paragraphs from Paltrow on anti-oxidant berries that taste delicious spitting in your husband’s eye and calling him a cowardly homo who ruined your life. I’m sure there’s something in the bible about the inane judging the stupid and I bet it ends in apocalypse.
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By Lex December 19, 2014 @ 11:03 AM
Gwyneth Paltrow seems like the perfect woman to be instructing other women on the glory of sexual exploration. I wouldn’t read to much into her henpecking Gay Beethoven until he fled in the middle of the night with his travel piano. She could’ve been legs akimbo in the sex swing every afternoon and all he was inspired to do was write a song about a medical book he read as a child. Gwyneth isn’t going to let that happen to her high-end frigid Goop clients. She launched a special feature digging into the world of Tantra, which is the Indian word for long, slow, creepy sex between dudes with ponytails and women who talk a lot about sensual aromas but mostly smell like liverwurst.
I read the article twice and gleaned the fact that married couples get bored with each other very quickly and the sex suffers. This can be cured if the husband orders his wife to get loaded on wine when she gets home, take a bath, and then drowns in the tub and he finds himself a hot young second wife replacement. Also by staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Unless you’re charging money over a live stream, I’ve never seen the need for sex to last longer than a commercial break, maybe a half-time break if it’s her birthday. If women want amazingly grateful and hard working lovers, they should follow the lead of our nation’s high school English teachers and start fucking high school boys who will go down on them for an hour in exchange for buying up beer. You won’t read that advice on Goop, it’s too useful.
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 12:44 PM
In her quest to make the world a better place for skinny women who find parenting and being pleasant to their husbands rather droll, Gwyneth Paltrow released a line of expensive bras on her Goop website that only fit chicks with small tops who don’t mind paying $100 out the door for a brassiere. In an era when the chic trend is to go without any boob support, the Paltrow bra is specifically designed for women who want to let the world know that just getting to second base is going to be a monster pain in the ass
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By Matt November 13, 2014 @ 8:15 AM
Gwyneth Paltrow says she is proud of her wrinkles and doesn’t care about makeup or her face. This is atypical for someone who is exceptionally vein and obsessed with aesthetics right down to the hand crafted toilet paper holders she hawks. It is particularly outrageous when you realize she endorses several cosmetic products:
“I’m not the type to look in the mirror and study my looks… I don’t tend to wear much make-up either.”
Paltrow wants to pass off a hired stylist and a closet full of designer powders, creams and jellies and back alley kidney surgeon instruments as a natural look. How does a Photoshopped side boob on the cover of Cosmo draw the ire of the women’s lib movement and this shit flies? I don’t see how young women are supposed to measure up to this liar. Everyone hates that dude who works out six hours a day and tells you it’s good genes. Paltrow spends more time on her face than she wants you to know. She may not have implants or any cosmetic surgery she’s disclosing, but that doesn’t mean she can’t hold up an unrealistic standard of beauty and help lead a generation of insecure tweens to drown their image issues in the organic paisley Xanax she will soon be releasing on Goop.
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By Lex November 06, 2014 @ 1:42 PM
I hate partisan politics with a passion. It routinely involves men engaging in bitchy pointless debates without any self-awareness of how much you sound like girls fighting with their mom over what they’re allowed to wear to school. After you tell me how great the Democratic Party is, or the Republican Party is, why don’t you take a dump in a chocolate cake and charge me extra for the pudding center.
Here in Los Angeles, the single largest bastion of self-described progressives in the country, they are fucking reeling over the Tuesday election results. It’s like everybody is four years old and somebody popped their fucking circus balloon. The long moping faces is something on the proportion of Sadie Hawkins day at Smith College. Everybody looks freaking miserable. From the partisan yucks who paid $35K to watch Gwyneth Paltrow virtually fellate the Handsomest President Ever to the chicks who get aroused over late term abortions, the farbissineh punims about town could turn every box of soy milk in this city.
Buck up, Los Angeles. Circle around Ellen’s pant suit four times and think happy thoughts about how grateful the poor people will be when you can start giving them your scraps again.
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