Jessica Simpson is supposedly getting her own sloppy seconds, as she’s rumored to be back with comedian Dane Cook (pictured together in 2006, right). They made some unfunny movie together last year and apparently got romantic on the set, and after a year apart and some John Mayer booty calls, Jess is back in the funny man’s beefy arms. The two recently took in a Prince concert at Teddy’s in LA, and like everyone else in Hollywood, they canoodled!!!
Two years ago, a rumor regarding a gropefest between Bruce Willis and Lindsay Lohan circulated. Bruce is just now getting around to denying it (it took Linds but a few days). Or maybe he’s complaining about having to deny it repeatedly. Whatever. Bruce doth protests:
"I don’t pay attention to the gossip anymore. I don’t look at it or let it in my house. We could go down to a newsstand right now and find five stupid things that are written about me, but I just don’t care. I stopped fighting it when I was a young kid and I was trying to find my way, just flailing wildly, figuring out how to handle fame. Setting the record straight…I couldn’t care less. Because no matter how many times I tell you I had nothing to do with Lindsay Lohan and never laid a finger on her – she just hung out with my younger daughter Tallulah for a minute – it’s still gonna be set in stone. It’s out of my control."
Notice how he says he didn’t lay a finger on her, but he says nothing about his tongue or penis. You being coy, there Brucie?
In all seriousness, it’s probably better to turn a deaf ear to gossip if it’s getting you down. Brad Pitt, on the other hand, seems to be taking a more proactive approach: Brad’s production company has purchased the film rights to gossip queen Jeannette Walls‘ Glass Castle, effectively funding Jeannette’s departure from the buzz game (her departure from her post at MSNBC is reportedly imminent). That’s Brad for you: halting gossip one talker at a time. Once an activist, always an activist. [Mirror.co.uk / Image credit: Getty]
Life in Hollywood just seems to be all drama, drama, drama. With a little bit of drama sprinkled on top. And a side of drama. Take the latest feud to come out of La La Land, between Spencer Pratt, the uber-cocky "fiance" of Hills star Heidi Montag and Joel Madden, Good Charlotte rocker, human canvas, and Nicole Richie‘s baby daddy. A battle broke out when the two couples ran into each other while lunching at The Beverly Hills Hotel on Saturday. Spencer tells In Touch Weekly: "I was sitting having a quiet lunch with Heidi when Nicole walked in and started pointing at me and then whispering to
Joel. He storms over and starts shouting, ‘You’ve been talking s**t
about my girl’…Then he started screaming and calling
The mag also reports that Nic and Joel were then escorted out of the joint. Pratt seems to think that Madden freaked because he once called Nicole – who also happens to be his pal Brody Jenner’s ex – a "skinny bitch" in an interview (In case you were keeping track: Brody dated Laguna Beach star Kristin Cavallari, then Nicole, followed by Cavallari’s rival and Heidi’s co-star, Lauren Conrad. His latest conquest is rumored to be none other than Joel’s ex Hilary Duff. Nauseaus yet?). Here’s a better guess – maybe Joel is a big fan of The Hills and wasn’t to keen on all the flirting Spencer was out doing behind Heidi’s back. Canoodle with Playboy models and Joel Madden’s gonna give you a smackdown!
John Mayer turned sour backstage at the environmentally fixated Live Earth concert this weekend when People asked the croaker-songwriter about his environmentally sound habits. Said John:
"What is my eco-sin? I don’t know if that is that provocative a question for me. I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure out what my motivation is – what is the positive side to the things that I could do? …If you want to peg me as not being entirely eco-friendly, you’ll win. [However,] we have a tour, which is inherently carpooling."
He’s too smart not to be kidding around with that last comment, right? Comparing something as ultimately unnecessary as touring to something as useful as carpooling is like saying that burning Styrofoam is recycling because the fumes get you high. Whatever, though, at least he’s otherwise honest about his shortcomings.
As a bonus, I’ve put a bunch of pictures of John performing at Live Earth under the jump. As in the picture at the top of this post, he’s rocking serious guitarface (which is really just six strings and a pick away from sexface). Anyway, they’re all too awesome — it was impossible to choose just one. Enjoy. [People / Image credit: Getty]
It’s time for folk fans to get excited: The trailer for I’m Not There, director Todd Haynes’ Bob Dylan biopic, has hit the web. The film stars seven actors as the music legend including Richard Gere, Christian Bale, Heath Ledger and Cate Blanchett (no, we’re not making that up — Haynes provides equal opportunities for fantastic actors of all genders). If this clip is any indication, this movie’s going to be beautiful, even if it’s rumored to have been pushed back until 2008. It’s enough to make us want to petition The Weinstein Company to get it released faster.
Avril Lavigne isn’t taking the recent accusations against her of song stealing sitting down. The young singer is crazy pissed – like any good punk would be – and has posted a scathing response to the drama on her personal website. The Canadian writes:
"You may have heard some news that two guys who wrote for some band
from the 1970s I have never in my life heard of called the "Rubinoos"
are trying to sue me. They have a song called "I Want To Be Your
Boyfriend" that has no musical similarities to the song "Girlfriend"
that Luke Gottwald and I wrote together. They claim that a small part
of the lyrics are the same and are saying that I took these from them.
I had never heard this song in my life and their claim is based on 5
And about songwriter Chantal Kreviazuk:
"Chantal has also made false accusations about my writing skills. I
am so over this topic…My decision to discontinue working with Chantal after co-writing
together on my second record was simply based on the fact that we had
no hits together. That is why her name is not on this record, despite
her numerous attempts to be included, which were always denied. From my
perspective this is a clear case of bitterness. Chantal is upset that
she didn’t get to be a part of my record."
Well, even if her songwriting skills are in question, there’s no doubt at all that the tiny starlet is damn good at sh*t talking.
It’s so awesome that Clay Aiken has been
out and about recently because each and every report of the his behavior allows me to play my favorite game: How Is That Not Gay? It’s a nonstop brainteaser as long as the self-described straight man is in public and, like, doing stuff.
Today’s game of How Is That Not Gay involves an alleged bust-up on an airplane Saturday morning between Clay and a fellow passenger (who, in fact, wasn’t a fellow at all). An FBI special agent reported that a spat broke out between a male former American Idol contestant (gee, wonder how many of them were on the same flight as Clay) and a woman, after said contestant put his foot on her arm rest. In response, she shoved him and then flight crew stepped in. Clay later that day told a concert audience that he was beat up by a girl, crying behind his laughter, no doubt.
A physical altercation with a girl? How is that not gay? How much do you want to bet that what went really down was something like the olden days of France, when men would slap each other with their gloves and say, y’know, "D’Artagnan! How dare you talk to me like that, you!," and smack ‘em? [AP/Yahoo! / Image credit: Getty]
Tonight at 9 p.m. on VH1 is the premiere of the second season of VH1 and Entertainment Weekly‘s World Series of Pop Culture. Before then, you can get all the skinny on the show at www.worldofpop.com. And you can prep by playing VH1′s World Series of Pop Culture trivia game, which is terribly difficult, and makes us cry bitter tears of trivia-junkie frustration. Which team are you going to root for? 3 Men and a Little Lazy? They’re Real and They’re Spectacular? Wocka Wocka? We were going to make up our own team and play at home, but then we realized that that sounded like too much work and decided to just kick back and watch the tube like civilians.
Earlier this weekend it was reported that the rap diva had gone missing after boarding a flight to London on June 29th. Apparently her family and friends were freaking out that Foxy, real name Inga (WTF?), was long gone, lost amongst the Brits with only her entourage in tow. This occurred only days after she was apparently the target of a Brooklyn robbery and beatdown at the hands of some crazed lady friends that resulted in the destruction of her hair weave. You can mess with a girl’s Louis Vuitton purse, but please - not the hair!
But a PerezHilton reader spotted Foxy on Friday, July 7th, hosting the Urban Music Awards in NYC – and there are pics to prove it. Thank goodness she’s not lost somewhere in the Chunnel! But the question remains – did Foxy really head overseas or was it all just a stunt to attract attention to her floundering hip hop career? Maybe she was just going to get her weave fixed up in the UK – we hear Amy Winehouse is really good at styling hair.
I spent an entire day with the girls of Charm School. No one spit at me. No one cursed me out. And even though I was in and out of dressing rooms, I didn’t even catch a nip slip. These girls have really come so far!
Put on your big girl boots and follow my journey, after the jump…