Cameron Diaz has moved wayyyy past that whole Criss Angel mistake, and is currently canoodling with a rich Brit who is like fifty billion times hotter than that mess of a magician. His name is David de Rothschild and he is an environmentalist, adventurer and uber-athlete. He also hails from an extremely wealthy British banking family, which just makes him even more of a great catch. The two were spotted at New York’s Live Earth concert, and recently were seen getting touchy at dinner in Manhattan. If you squint, Rothschild (left) kinda looks like a dorkier version of the guy who plays Desmond on Lost (right). Maybe Cam’s got some weird hatch fantasy that she’s trying to live out. [Us Magazine]
Now that Paula Abdul is getting some hot booty action from her 32-year old boyfriend, she’s doing whatever it takes to stay young. Because, you know, all that "exhaustion" is wearing her out. The American Idol judge’s cure-all? Lasers. Yup, Paula is supposedly getting an "allover body procedure called the Titan laser
treatment" that leaves her looking smoother, tighter, and presumably kinda crazy. In case you can’t imagine what she looked like when she was an actual youth and not just youthful, give a watch to the above video clip of a 16-year old Paula singing her heart out in the 1978 flick Junior High School. Did someone say pitchy? [Gabsmash]
Poor little Jessica Simpson. For five years she practically begged for cameras to be on her, but now she’s mad because they’ve crashing her party. Literally. The former Newlywed got all pissy when the paps surrounded her birthday beach celebration yesterday in Malibu. E Online’s Marc Malkin says: "Simpson and five pals arrived this morning for a day at the beach. Lunch and a barbecue dinner were planned, sources tell me. But about two hours into it, as lunch was being served, more than a dozen paparazzi descended on the house."
Jess reportedly called the party off because she didn’t want her pals to endure the constant flashes from the nosy photogs. Funny, she had no problem dragging her friends in front of the cameras for her TV show back in the day. Guess Jessica learned that she can’t have her birthday cake and eat it too. [E Online]
It seems like Josh Duhamel can’t talk about his girlfriend Fergie without using the word, "hot." As a consequence, I can’t read about him talking about Fergie without throwing up. And so, to Josh’s recent assertion that, "[Fergie] would have been too hot for me in high school. I would have been intimidated by her," I say: GROSS. Seriously, Josh’s gushing reads like spin, spin, spin, but what exactly is he trying to convince us? That he really likes girls? That Fergie really is hot? Frankly, I’m still not convinced of either.
The latest development in Josh and Fergie’s steamy courtship is that she has taken up pole dancing. She’s a regular Midwest stripper, past meth addiction and all! Says Josh in next month’s Glamour:
"Fergie is taking lessons, but she won’t get on it until she knows what she’s doing, ’cause she doesn’t want to look stupid."
The woman who coined the word "Fergalicious," who promised to "get, get, get, get you drunk, get you drunk off my hump," who confessed to peeing herself on stage, doesn’t want to look stupid? Interesting. [New York Post]
When The Beatles came to America 40 years ago their visit was known as the British Invasion. Tomorrow UK superstars Victoria and David Beckham hit our shores, but judging from the photo on the right, it’ll look more like an alien invasion. Okay, okay, that’s mean. But seriously – what is going on over there? She’s all bones and boobs!
The Spice Girl and her soccer superstar husband officially move to LA this week, even though they’ve been catwalking around Hollywood for months now picking out curtains for their $22 million mansion. Posh says she’s "really, really excited" to live in America, and she’s lined up two talk show interviews, a one hour documentary special on NBC, and a magazine cover as proof. But will celeb-saturated America care? Do you? [Fox News]
Now and then our Tour Survival Guide will check in with rockers about life on the road. Here’s Brandi Carlile on putting makeup on boys, fishing and whiskey. Find out when Brandi’s playing a town near you, and buy tickets now.
Teach A Woman To Fish…
I can’t tour without a fishing pole. On days off, you can find a lake almost anywhere, and for anybody who hasn’t ever gone fishing, there really isn’t a better way to wind down whether you catch a fish or not. It’s just good to go spend a day by a lake.
Thread Counts and Highways
I also can’t live without bedding. Bus bedding is never good enough. That’s one of the only things I’m a snob about. I have to have comfortable sheets and blankets.
Donald’s daughter says there’s "zero chance" she’ll be accepting a spot on The View, and with very good reason. Ivanka revealed her decision to Ryan Seacrest:
"I’m working on the sexiest projects around the world. So, to me, to be
on a television show every single day at a designated period of time
just wouldn’t work in terms of my schedule."
Wikipedia says that Ivanka is currently "vice president of Real Estate Development and Acquisitions at the Trump Organization." Whew! That’s almost too sexy to read. Surely she’s busy constructing parking garages shaped like Pamela Anderson made out of silk lingerie, but is there really anything sexier than discussing potty training with women of all ages?
They have virtually the same skin tone, now the same stringy, translucent hair (as rocked by Latifah at last night’s Los Angeles premiere of Hairspray), and
the same body type…er, well, whatever. Two out of three. Same! Think about it: have you ever seen them in the same place at the same time?
Truthfully, I know that Latifah’s and Donatella’s faces look virtually nothing alike. I just wanted an excuse to post my favorite picture ever of Donatella (the one directly above: duh). After you’re done drooling over it, let it serve as a warning: her teeth are taking over the world, whether you like it or not.
[All images: Getty]
While LiLo was busy reading Machiavelli and saying serenity prayers in rehab, someone busted into her alleged MySpace account and released a bunch of her love letters to DJ gal pal Samantha Ronson. Right off the bat this raises a bunch of questions:
- Why do celebrities continue to communicate via MySpace?
- Do they not own various texting/calling/video chatting devices?
- Is there not an army of carrier pigeons at their beck and call waiting to deliver letters?
- Are celebrities idiots?
At least we know the answer to the last question is a resounding YES. Lindsay’s supposed messages to Samantha are mushy and dramatic (and okay, genius): "Babe," she writes, "if I don’t have you in my life then I should just go die. … I want to marry you and have children with you." In another she signs off as "Lindsay Ronson." It definitely has a nice ring to it. Go for it
LiLo LiRo! Just do it after you open a can of good ol’ Lindsay whoop ass on the person who hacked your site. [NY Daily News]
After months of relative silence on her relationship with the man she refers to simply as "Manson," Evan Rachel Wood has finally revealed what caused the two to come together, ignore current relationships, multi-decade age differences and the court of public opinion: Eyeliner. While some women cite such fickle requirements as desiring their men to be gainfully employed or disease free, Wood explains in the August issue of British Elle that her men bring the kohl. "If you’ve ever dated me, then you would have ended up wearing eyeliner at some point. All my boyfriends have." Wood goes on to call Manson "crazy," the highest compliment the starlet could pay, and contrary to her being made into a doppelganger of Manson’s ex-wife Dita Von Teese, insists that she’s "finding herself."