26 posts tagged “celebrity gossip”
Yeah..so I think I'm dunzo with the Ottawa Senators. It's been a great run, 10+ years and all of driving my father completely bananas and cheering on the competition but it's over. Done, Finito, DUNZO...and you can blame that &*#!% Carrie Underwood for it.
Yahoo News is reporting that Mike Fisher has gone off the deep-end and proposed to the one I despise: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091221/ap_on_sp_ot/us_music_carrie_underwood
Whe asked how her family feels, she's quoted as saying ""They love me and I would hope my parents would think we raised a good, smart girl, so she's going to do the right thing no matter what it is,"
What the eff does that even mean? It sounds very meh, if you ask me.
If there's anything comical about this situation..and trust, I had to look long and hard to find a smidgen of the funnies in this otherwise depressing and gloomy and doomsday is clearly coming piece of news, it's this guy's press release:
Not just because of the cheese factor to the max that you write a press release announcing you designed a ring for one of the most awfully styled people in all of the universe (side note: a bit tacky to have your boyfriend get you an engagement ring from a dude that gives you jewellery to wear to all you country music awards that you will now NEVER win because of the amazing Taylor Swift, non?), but also because you clearly don't know how to spell your name (I am SORRY but there is no way your parents actually spelled your name JOHN -A -THON..unless they were illiterates...then apologies if they were) but also because THIS is the photo that you use in your press release:
THE.BEST.
Off to drown my sorrows away with shots of Kahlua in my morning coffee, while browsing the Fug Girls' website of hideous Carrie Underwood outfit photos, which can all be found here: http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/cat_1481/index.html AND googling my new favourite crazy, JOHN-A-THAN.
...why Mike Fisher?! WHY?!!!
Yes kiddies, it's true.
Kevin Jonas got married this past weekend to some girl i've never heard of who USED to be a hairdresser and is now a professional groupie, i mean trophy wife, i mean...?
They married in a fairytale themed wedding - not a cool one like Ashlee and Pete - but a cliche one. It was all snow and crystals and at a CASTLE in front of 400 of their closest friends. BARF.
Don't get me wrong, i don't begrudge them happiness - i just think that at 22 and 23 years old, you're a tad young to be settling down and getting married. Especially when you're a massive teen superstar and are constantly on tour - i mean how much can they really have learned about each other in the 7 and half minutes of free time he's had in the past 2 years they've been 'dating'?
So i wish them well with a side of caution...
Congratulations to the happy(read: probably pregnant) couple!
~M
If I had a nickel for every time I said “Well, that was less embarrassing than I thought it would be” or “..and no one got arrested!” or “Those jeans are so tight I can see your vagina” I’d have $3.45. Back in October of 2008, I preemptively apologized to the employees of Scotiabank Theatre for my crazy in relation to the first of the Twilight movies, based on the popular/cringe-worthy young adult series by Stephanie Meyer. At the time, I was pooping myself (and I don’t mean figuratively) with excitement over the release of Twilight. Because I thought/hoped/prayed it would be good. I needed it to be good. The people at Summit who made the trailer led me to believe it would be good. I now refer to those people as Master Bamboozlers and Grand Marshals of Emotional Fuckery.
As It turned out, we were running a little late so none of my predicted pre-movie crazy occurred. I hunkered down in my seat, in a warm cocoon of bourbon, movie nachos and a homemade Twilight-themed poncho.
I’m joking of course..about the bourbon. It was scotch. C’mon people, give me a little credit! This was the movies, not my niece’s baptism for pete’s sake!
The opening credits rolled. I held my breath in anticipation. Then I passed out a little. Then I regained consciousness, burped up my garlic pan bread from Jack Astor’s, and prepared myself for what was surely to be the BEST.MOVIE.EVER.
Then this happened. Oh, it was bad. So, so bad. And not in the ‘so bad it’s good’ way that Mandy Moore and Hilary Duff movies epitomize. It was actually bad. And unintentionally hilarious.
After seeing Twilight, I decided to read the second book in the series: New Moon. In my defense, I was pretty heavy into smack at that time, which may have led to my exceptionally poor decision making. And by smack, I’m referring of course to sour cherry blasters. Just to be clear.
After my eyes stopped bleeding from being raped by Stephanie Meyer’s horrible writing and blatant overuse of the words “sighed,” “mumbled,” and “ice-cold cock” (ok, that last one may be projecting a bit), I went into a self-imposed Twilight ban. I was done. No more Twilight-related anything for me (unless, they managed to produce Twilight-vodka or a Twilight rape whistle). Don’t get me wrong: I was hooked on the first book. It was totally readable in spite of the cheesy prose. New Moon, however, was almost unreadable.
My full-on Twi-ban lasted roughly 3 months.
One fateful night while I was in Vancouver visiting a friend, it happened. This happened. THE ENCOUNTER. I stood two feet from Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart in a restaurant. And Robert kinda talked to me, maybe? Or something? They were in town filming New Moon. So I have to see it. Because I am convinced that if Robert Pattinson looks a little less constipated this time around, it’s because he met me.
Since bonding for life with the new Moon cast (cough), I’ve prided myself on my ability to remain relatively unchanged by my encounter. I still put my leather chaps on one leg at a time like everyone else. Same old Blair. I guess if anything’s changed, it’s that I’m just a teeny, tiny bit better than everyone else. But I don’t let it effect me, because that would be straight up ignorant. And ignorant people give me the sads. Sometimes, when I get a little moist reminiscing about that night, I feel a little blue at the thought that we only had that brief time together. I placate myself with codeine and photo spreads of Robert and Kristen. Those two are in every freaking magazine. A few weeks ago the Vanity Fair cover shoot with Rob hit the stands. All the photos were leaked in advance on the inter-web (what, you call it the internet? amateur). The next day, Harper’s Bazaar leaked the photos from the Rob/Kristen cover shoot. So basically, I spent two days at work alternately gaping at the photos and drying off my underpants.
And now, it’s New Moon time.
So what will my New Moon movie experience consist of? First and foremost: nachos. I’m a nacho queen. I bathe in cheese sauce (great for the skin and, as it turns out, very helpful for removing lipstick stains from Edward Cullen action figures who look a little like Corey Feldman - just saying). There will be no cardboard cutouts. The New Moon book was the worst of the series (then again, that’s like comparing shit to diarrhea) and the film adaptation does not warrant cardboard cutouts. But by god, there will be adult diapers. And Valium. So, to the employees of Scotiabank Theatre – let’s just get through this together. With extra cheese, please.
Kisses.
XOXO
Blair
LINKS, dinks:
The ‘anticipation of Twilight movie’ post here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/pooping-myself-for-bella-and-edward.html
Full Twilight movie review here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/review-twilight.html
Full Twilight cast encounter in Vancouver post here: http://tigerbeatsocialites.vox.com/library/post/twilight-encounter-a-tale-of-intense-embarrassment-and-amazing-outfits.html
Congratulations to Sarah Michelle Gellar and Freddie Prinze Jr. on the birth of their daughter Charlotte Grace (love!). In a way, I kind of feel like this is MY baby too, since I spent the better part of my teenage years referring to SMG as my wife. Buffy the Vampire Slayer superfan? Certainly was.
Best wishes to the happy couple. I have no doubt that my fellow blogger Angela will interject with a rant on how Freddie had been dating Kimberly McCullough of General Hospital and that SMG is a homewrecker, etc., etc. but 7 years later they’re still married and I didn’t see Kim McCullough saving the world from certain doom 6 years running so I’m team Sarah Michelle all the way!
According to Buffy Baby Folklore (which I just made up), Charlotte Grace will master the roundhouse kick in heels by age 12, prevent an apocalypse at 16 with just the help of a mascara wand and a devastating wit, and have a string of hot but troubled boyfriends who are either dead or have some sort of warewolf/shapeshifter/bad-demon-turned-good-demon thing going.
Buffy and Angel 4-ever.
XOXO
Blair
Photo source: http://members.fortunecity.com/akasha77/buffyangel.html
first Jessica Szhor.
now this:
what next? ED EFFIN' HARDY?!
you're so lucky i'm teetering on the edge of having no dignity left this week. i'll still do you.
call me.
your lawyer has my number. it's on the restraining order.
written in blood with hearts around it.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
The Burroughs Building (Queen West and Bathurst)
My apologies for the delay in posting this, but I spent most of yesterday projectile vomiting into my kitchen sink (it’s closer to the couch than my bathroom is, and a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do). So here it goes.
The annual Holt Renfrew party during the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) is one of the most anticipated social events of the year. And TBS was, well, there. This year the party moved from the store’s Yonge/Bloor location to a loft at Queen West and Bathurst. After climbing 6 flights of stairs to the party (god bless my flats and my discovery of an elevator later on) I found myself in a superpacked and overheated loft space full of extremely well-dressed and beautiful people, all clamoring around the sexy bartenders pouring specialty grey goose martinis (hereto for known as my downfall).
So, the free grey goose martinis were flowing, and the music was pumping care of The Stills followed by uber-cutie Alexa Chung on the DJ stage. What wasn’t pumping, however, was the air conditioning. Total sweat shop, but it did cool down later in the night as people began to trickle out. I enjoyed (several stomach coating, in theory) tasty hors d’oeuvres and even posed for some pics (almost wet myself laughing when the photographer requested that my two photo-mates and I ditch our wine glasses as they looked, quote, "cheap". Or maybe he meant that we looked cheap holding them. That's probably it).
Who was there: Various Degrassi cast members including Miriam McDonald (Emma Nelson), Lauren Collins (Paige Michalchuk), Adam Ruggiero (Marco Del Rossi), and more. CBC super-hottie George Stroumboulopoulos, Canadian supermodel Coco Rocha (stunning and so, so tall in a Greta Constantine that stirred up a little controversy), MTV Aftershow hosts Jessi Cruickshank (WORSHIP HER!) and Dan Levy (who we spotted in what appeared to be a minor lover’s quarrel in the stairwell around 1 a.m.), MuchMusic VJ Sarah Taylor, Canadian Idol/ETalk host Ben Mulroney, was that Kat Dennings of Nick & Norah fame? (who we glimpsed being escorted up to the VIP rooftop), red-headed Canadian stunner Rachelle Lefevre (from Twilight and Twilight: New Moon) the aforementioned Alexa Chung (so teeny tiny and I hear that her boyfriend, Arctic Monkeys singer Alex Turner, was denied access to the VIP section). Also in attendance were a a mix of minor socialites, Queen West hipsters, fashion types (including Greta Konstantine designers Kirk Pickersgill and Stephen Wong and owner of the popular Queen West store 69 vintage - the lovely Kealan Sullivan –who gave me one of those oh-so-Euro two cheek kisses), photojournalists, members of the Weston clan, 30-something men who resembled Gerard Butler, and lots and lots of dyed blonde haute couture ladies.
Who was there but shouldn’t have been: a certain mega-annoying MTV Canada Aftershow ‘friend’ who shares the same name as a certain Ivy League School in the US (and it ain't Harvard or Princeton). How this girl gets invited to ANYTHING is a complete mystery to me. I’m actually surprised she was even able to find the party, since she spends so much time with her head up her own ass. Also, I hear she threw a hissy fit when she was less-than-thrilled with the parting gift she received upon leaving . She even had the nerve to toss the gift box onto the street. Um bitch, check yourself: You should be happy that you were even allowed in the door.
Who wasn’t there: Clive Owen. Turns out, he spent the night at the Grey Goose Soho House party on the unused lower platform of Bay Subway Station. And I hear he was quite fond of the drink. Something we have in common, clearly.
Another quick note on Coco Rocha: she was at the party to promote Vignettes, a series of short films co-starring Rocha and her BFF Behati Prinsloo. It was playing on a loop on two screens set up around the party.
So that’s all for now, lovely and loyal readers. Party on.
XOXO
Blair
So Kendra Wilkinson, a former girlfriend of Hef, is preggers and married to Hank Baskett a football player? I dunno what he does, but I hope he’s deaf with the patience of a saint, cause she is definitely not from around here if you catch what I’m saying…..
The Girls threw her a baby shower yesterday and I don’t even care what else she got as gifts – it doesn’t matter because she got a HUGE jar of MASSIVE pickles. I want. You can keep your Gucci baby Pram and your Tiffany’s rattle and whatever else celebs are into for babies – I don’t even know. I want that jar of pickles! I haven’t had a good pickle since I moved to London. I did get an insider tip from a friend who said I need to buy gherkins. They are close but I can only find them in baby cheese and pickle tray size. I miss Bicks. I also miss the Caesars from Pickle Barrel. There’s no such thing as a Caeser here… When I come home next summer I want a pickle and Caesar waiting for me at the airport. No joke.
-M
My dearest lovelies – the Richie-Madden’s, had a baby boy born very early this morn. Sparrow James Midnight Madden weighs 7lbs 14 oz, and both mamma and baby are doing well!
Big congratulations to the Richie-Madden’s on their darling new addition, can’t wait to see pictures!
XO
M
or as we like to call it around here, official stalker fest 2009. you best believe the following is a list of celebs my lil' 'researching' talents will be working overtime to 'bump' into (here’s looking at you Brad Pitt/circa 2005/ OneXOne Gala), follow (sorry about that Tove Christensen/circa 2004/Shattered Glass Premiere), become best buds with (oh hi there Lance Bass and Amazing Race Riechen/2006/Sienna Miller TIFF party), all with the tricky issue of getting around the restraining orders and such:
David Duchovny: OMFG. CALIFORNICATION. need I really say more?! need I?! currently signing myself up (and begging and pleading and paying THEM) to become an escort. because you just KNOW he'll be calling in them troops!
Adam Brody: because i feel like we're kindred spirits, intertwined in this whole rachel bilson/hayden christensen fiasco. he dated Rachel. I wanted to date Hayden..but like DESPERATELY, so I feel that legitimizes the whole situation. so really, we both go screwed over by two people that are now engaged. you and me, adam brody. cut.from.the.same.cloth.
Cilian Murphy: um. he used to be a musician. he has an irish accent. he's beautiful. moving on.
Drew Barrymore: cause she's not effing around with Ed Westwick anymore. So I'm back to liking her. AND she's dating Justin Long. Who's best friends with Scott Speedman...who this one time, at a TIFF party, recognized me (hand to god!) from a few days earlier and uttered the following "hey you! is this where the party's at?!" followed by a 100 mega-watt smile and I.wet.myself.
George Clooney: cause he's the fug girls' intern. duh!
Jay Baruchel: not gonna lie. have had a crush on him since Popular Mechanics for Kids.
Rob Lowe: um hello, dreamboat! who hasn't at one point in their life quivered over this guy? tell me who?!
Natalie Portman: if life was fair, she'd be my best friend forever and ever and ever. and it would have solved sooo many issues with this whole Hayden Christensen fiasco, cause rachel bilson wouldn't be engaged to him. it'd be me. and I would have been hanging out on that set of Star Wars all the time. legally. and that whole awkward restraining order thing...well, it just wouldn't have been an issue..
Dominic Cooper: god, if only to talk some sense into him; he should be so lucky to date Amanda Seyfried... and to stop it with this hooking up with that whorey-looking chick from the play he's currently acting in, whose name i'm too lazy to look up. Then again, he did, according to wiki, 'break-up' with his girlfriend of 13 years to date Amanda. Gawd. what a man-slut.
Tilda Swinton: again, if life was actually fair, she'd be my kooky aunt cause she's AWESOME. and we'd swap clothes and such and talk about Leonardo DiCaprio.
Tom Ford: Can I please just work for this dude? PLEASE?!
Snoop Dogg: I just feel like we'd be super awesome party pals, you know? Like all about the Cristal and them bitches and hos.
Oprah Winfrey: OMFG?! THE MIGHT OPES?! ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME?! OPRAH WINFREY COMING TO TIFF?! This better not be a typo and if she's effin' filming her show here, if I don't get in, I will MURDER. :) for further reading on my I NEED this, please read here, here and here.
...so um..yeah, that's it. a lil' excited..no biggie, ya'll...
Oprah, call me!
xo xo Angela
