By Lex February 04, 2014 @ 6:49 PM
Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter is not a bad dude. But he is a huge pussy. Lots of guys fall into this category really, particularly high in our Canadian born brethren. There’s no shame in admitting you’ve been bested by Gwyneth Paltrow. She’s taken down many a man with tools ranging from her deep celebrity connections to her vagina which shoots skin-irritating microwave beams undetectable by the human eye. Last year Graydon Carter ordered one of his journalist deputies to dig into Gwyneth Paltrow’s life and figure out why half the world hated her and the other half loved her. Though that ratio assumption seems pretty generous. Word started leaking out that Vanity Fair’s story was going to be a brutal piece on Gwyneth that included her cheating on Gay Beethoven with the real estate mogul and crappy helicopter pilot billionaire now married to Elle Macpherson. Gwyneth and her team of committed Vestal Virgins started a damage control campaign that included emailing all her powerful Hollywood friends and telling them to boycott all things Vanity Fair. From there, I think she purchased most of Graydon Carter’s old neighborhood in Toronto and threatened to turn it into a monument dedicated to the perfect summer salad. Gwyneth plays for keeps.
To date, the story has never been published. In the latest edition of Vanity Fair, Graydon Carter says even though the Paltrow story was completed five months ago, he never published it because there was too much hubbub in the media about what it contained. He wants to sit on it for awhile. Naturally, you don’t want to release a story when everybody is dying to read it. You want to wait until it’s old and stale and nobody cares. That’s how you sell copies. Nowhere in his explanatory letter does he mention shitting bricks in his sleep because of Gwyneth coming to him in his REM sleep nightmares and smothering him with that microwave ray vagina. So, he’s not really telling the whole truth. Could you at least tell us if Gwyneth talked shit about Coldplay when she was fucking that billionaire?
Here’s photo of Gwyneth Paltrow being given an award in Germany the other night. Even Germans are scared of Gwyneth Paltrow, so they made up something phony to give her so she’d leave them alone to eat their sausage and secretly plot their next Reich.
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By Jack November 29, 2013 @ 1:12 PM
Gwyneth Paltrow has had a lot of negative press in the last year mostly about what an obnoxious rag she is. But that shit don’t faze this sack of useless celebrity crap:
“This is the thing, it’s like the older I get, I realize it doesn’t matter what people who don’t know you think. It doesn’t matter. You’re wasting your energy. It’s like, if your partner comes to you — or your best friend — and says, ‘Listen, I want to talk about something you did that hurt me, or I think you could improve,’ sit down and listen to what they have to say. But some friend of so-and-sos — it’s like, who gives a shit?”
Yes, who cares that people generally despise you? It’s not like you career and livelihood depend solely on whether or not the general population will fork over $14 to see your giant toe-like face on screen or some lovelorn lady in Indiana plunking down a hundred hard-earned bucks for your skincare treatment.. I guess once you’ve got enough money for life, you probably can remind yourself daily in the gilded mirror that everybody who criticizes you are clueless haters, while everybody who adores you is a thoughtful genius. All we can do now is wait for the day when your ‘partner’ asks you to improve on not walking in on him fucking the nanny because he can longer stand hearing your voice when he’s trying to cum. I’m going to guess you actually won’t listen to that.
By Lex October 18, 2013 @ 5:01 PM
Page Six is reporting that Vanity Fair is going to press with a story about Gwyneth Paltrow sharing her perfectly pale intimate areas with billionaire Jeff Soffer back in 2008. At the time, Soffer flew Gwyneth her out for a private viewing of his refurbished Fountainbleu hotel in Miami. Gwyneth’s husband, Gay Beethoven, did not make the trip and it’s even suggested he and Gwyneth were on the rocks at the time. News of Vanity Fair’s investigation would explain why Gwyneth sent a letter out to her very important friends this past May:
“Vanity Fair is threatening to put me on the cover of their magazine. If you are asked for quotes or comments, please decline. Also, I recommend you all never do this magazine again.”
Only a true celebrity would use expression ‘do a magazine’. Also, maybe a cheater. In a shocking move, Gwyneth’s reps denied the entire affair:
She has been friends for him [Jeff] for a long time. Chris [Martin] is friends with him as well. He flew down a dozen friends. There was no romantic relationship.
Yeah, because who would ever sleep with somebody their spouse knows well? Only ever celebrity ever. Arnold nailed the housekeeper. Woody Allen banged his adopted daughter, Simon Cowell just knocked up his friend’s wife. It’s not like these married celebrities can grab drinks at the Buffalo Wild Wings with an NSA date off Craigslist. They have to grab somebody in their private circle when they want something new and exciting penetrating their private circle.
I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed. In Gwyneth. I thought she was perfect. She’s not. She’s just like everybody else, or the slightly more perfect version of everybody else.
By Lex October 02, 2013 @ 1:35 PM
Gwyneth Paltrow reveals in a recent interview that her husband Gay Beethoven is pretty relaxed about her naked sex scenes. Probably mostly because she’s never actually naked and she’s not at all close to having sex. I mean at home. Onscreen she does get a bit more wild. That’s the difference between getting paid $2 million to take her bra off for Hugo Boss and facing an evening of boner-draining sadness from the frontman for Coldplay.
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By Lex September 27, 2013 @ 3:58 PM
As part of her pretense to being an understand wife in promotional support of her new film on sex addiction, Gwyneth Paltrow says she could accept some wandering by her husband. She would also not rule out romantic relationship with a sex addict.
‘No couple is the same, and as such, every couple takes on different challenges. I would like to think that I would be forgiving and/or forgiven, but I can’t give an honest answer as I haven’t really experienced that.”
Yeah, um — it’s a trap. Listen up, Gay Beethoven. If Gwyneth catches you sobbing as you lay your semi-erect male member into another woman, she’s going to make your life so fucking miserable. Ironically, it’ll be like living in a Coldplay song. You think that puritanical piece of absorbent facial tissue is going to accept your ‘sex addiction’ excuse for banging a woman with any actual pigment in her skin? Good luck with that, Prancing Schroeder. Your testicles will be bobbing in a bio-degradable designer cup available exclusively on GOOP.
By Lex August 14, 2013 @ 2:50 PM
Nothing says unpretentious fun like Author Night in The Hamptons. Especially when Gwyneth Paltrow shows up with her freaky-eyed Children of the Corn, her husband, Gay Beethoven, and an entourage of body guards and publicists and takes over the entire event. Gwyneth’s massive media presence pissed off her fellow authors who were forced to play second fiddle to the ex-pat and her cliche cookbook.
Since she arrived on the late side I had a chance to make some sales to new and repeat customers. Then the divinity in question arrived with hubby, children and a couple of massive bodyguards. The worshipers blocked my view of the whole world, abusing my tiny territory upon which to abandon their trash…” — Christina Oxenberg, another pompous author at the event trying to sound smart.
Somebody should mark this day down as the moment even the snooty literati turned their backs on Gwyneth. Now, she has nowhere left to turn, except to herself, which will only make her stronger.
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