After months of speculation (some of which appeared on this very blog), we now have nearly official word that Asia Nitollano, “winner” of the CW reality hit Pussycat Dolls Present: The Search for the Next Doll, has left the group. CW honcho Dawn Ostroff announced at a press conference last week that Asia has left the group to pursue a solo career. No word on whether that will be in the field of music, prizefighting or linguistics. Regardless, the disagreeable French fry fanatic clearly has a bright future ahead of her.
Of course, this has cause a few to grumble about the legitimacy of the show — what was the point if the winner didn’t end up with a prize (especially when promos for a second season aired during the first season’s finale)? Ostroff was careful to point out that Asia left the group (she wasn’t, say, thrown out for being a total jerk) and that she did so only after the finale aired.
I couldn’t care less about what happens to the winner of the show, as long as craptastic reality TV like Search continues to be churned out. It’s all about the means, never the ends, people. Have you learned nothing from America’s Next Top Model (besides how to smile with your eyes)? Besides, is there really a big difference between fading into the background of the Pussycat Dolls and falling of the face of the earth, anyway? [Chicago Sun-Times, Image credit: Getty]
If you read the coverage of Comedy Central’s roast of Flavor Flav from earlier this week (say, here, here or here), you may have noticed that Deelishis, the winner of Flavor of Love 2, showed up on the purple carpet to show support of her former man. If you’re like us, you thought that was strange — even after the break-up, Deelishis and Flav are cool? Really? It turns out that they are. We talked to Deelishis on the purple carpet and here’s what she said about where things stand with Flav:
“We’re on good terms. I was sad initially about the break-up, but I know Flav and if you know Flav, you know he doesn’t mean any harm in whatever he does. He always means well. I respect his decision to do some things for his new baby, whose name is Karma and who was born the day after Christmas. He wanted to try to give the situation with his son’s mom a try, and I understood that. I told him that if it didn’t work out and I was still available, to give me a holler. So we’ll see if they’re still together tonight.“
It should be noted that she said he last sentence with a wink. So coy, that one! Deelishis also revealed that she has an album on the way (“I’m working very hard in the studio”) and that she’s still at work on her line of jeans that has, at this point, sold out twice.
Check out a few pictures of Deelishis and BFF Shay from the purple carpet after the jump.
Everyone’s favorite Barbadian ambassador is bringing new levels of synergy to pop-music metaphors. Not since OutKast’s shameless promotion of Polaroid has an artist shilled so hard for a product that most people don’t spend much time thinking about. In this case, Rihanna has gone into business with Totes (think Isotoners) to create a line of umbrellas, inspired, of course, by her song “Umbrella.” Ranging in price from $15-$50, Rihanna’s line of rain gear comes with names like Satin Stick and Signature Slender: fun, even if the names are slightly reminscent of air freshener flavors. Kudos to Totes for spotting an opportunity to take advantage of the song of the summer. And accolades go to Rihanna, too, who told Paper magazine in a recent interview that she wanted to be “the black Madonna.” Since Madonna’s talents naturally run to business management, Rihanna’s fledgling mogul-hood shouldn’t come as a surprise.
Perez Hilton has an early look at the OK! mag spread, which will allegedly reveal how Britney terrorized a photoshoot by showing up three hours late, allowing her dog to pee and poop all over the place (cleaning it up with a couture gown), using the bathroom with the door open, insisting on wearing dresses two sizes two small, and then having a paranoid freak-out and dashing off the set with approximately $20,000 of clothes and jewelry. The NY Post reports that after wiping her hands on a $274 dress and cleaning up her dog’s mess with a $6,700 Zac Posen gown, Brit dashed off the set in “$12,861 worth of jewelry, a $974 Vera Wang dress, $380 Lanvin heels and a $281 Pucci scarf. When the clothes she ruined are added, the total comes to $21,267.”
She probably got home, dumped all the goodies in a big pile, and instructed her doggie to use it as a wee pad.
You don’t expect Jay Leno to do much hard investigating. But last night he interviewed a chic Hollywood blonde who shed some light on why those ankle-hugging alcohol monitoring devices ain’t doing the job. In other news about the Lindsay meltdown, the rehab houses are starting to put away the top-shelf liquors – a small step for the recovering health of celebville.
Paris went out last night, of course. Not to a fund-raiser or some sort of charity event, but to karaoke night at Guy’s in Hollywood. The heiress all but avoided singing to instead apparently make out with Cisco Adler, lead singer of the group Whitestarr, stars of the new VH1 reality show The Rock Life . Fingers crossed that the Hilton makeout gets on the show! The lip lock – and lap dance – wouldn’t be all that scandalous (the guy’s in a band so this is like regular fare for Adler, right?), except for the fact that Cisco is not just Mischa Barton‘s former longterm flame, he’s also the ex-fiancé of Paris’ BFF Kim Stewart. Ouch. Either Kim is super cool and doesn’t care when her gal pals break the “don’t touch my ex” rule, or there’s a juicy MySpace message catfight on the horizon.
It’s such a good thing that, as Paris said, God has given her this new chance. A new chance to make out with more dudes, obvs. I wonder how that half-way house for women is coming? [TMZ. Images: Getty]
Not to be outdone by her Destiny’s Child group-mates (remember Michelle’s topple and Kelly’s recent stage dive?), Beyonce took a spectacular fall last night down a set of stairs while performing in Orlando. But girl’s a trooper – she gets right back up and keeps on swinging that head, shaking that booty and lip-synching the hell out of some lyrics. Good for her. She was probably just getting nervous that Kelly’s getting more famous that her and needed to remind the fans who’s boss.
Don’t count on Courtney Love being one of Lily Allen‘s friends, MySpace or otherwise. A few months back, the ska popstress was spotted with walking medicine cabinet Courtney Love at Hyde, an L.A. club. Now Lily’s denying any type of friendship (via MySpace, natch), stating she now understands why Love’s a widow. “I am not bfs [best friends] w/ C Love, one night with her made me realise why KURT [Cobain] killed himself. I nearly checked into rehab,” said the always compassionate Allen.
While Allen may not care much for Love, Love’s rather consumed with not caring much for her mouth. In a brand new MySpace post (natch), Love confesses to being less than thrilled with her current mouth: “my mouth still looks wonky, i think i gott go back to paris tot he dr, hes nit a cosmetic surgeon he just fixes bad surgery and also cleft palates and serious sh*t its nbot really vanity hes conservtive, wich we like, and this really isnt znyones business but im hating that id di that to my mouth back in the day and he didnt really take out enough the first time around i just wnt the mouth god gave me back, it was perfectly cute.” Do you think Court should cool it with the work?
As we all know by know, Lindsay Lohan was arrested for chasing down another car while drunk and in possession of cocaine. But here is Lindsay’s take on things, in her own words, as sent to Access Hollywood‘s Billy Bush in an email:
“I am innocent… did not do drugs they’re not mine. I was almost hit by my assistant Tarin’s mom I appreciate everyone giving me my privacy.”
Didn’t they teach her in those 45 days of rehab to just steer clear of drugs all together? What kind of thinking goes into “Oh, I’m not gonna snort this bag of coke, just nestle it gently against my thigh deep within my J Brand Jeans pocket. Now pass me the Grey Goose!” Come on Linds. Say a serenity prayer instead. [Yahoo. Booking Image]