With the finish line in sight, last night’s American Idol was all about showcasing the vocal talent of the remaining three contestants. Typically, this is the night in the competition when each of the Idol hopefuls sing three songs—one they choose for themselves, one chosen by the judges, and one chosen by Clive Davis, the winner’s eventual label boss. However, seeing as how Clive didn’t bother showing up (could it have something to do with his recent creative differences with O.G. Idol Kelly Clarkson?), the producers made the third song choice.
Hooker to Paris: Jail is Hell
A former $2,000-an-hour prostitute tells Hilton how to survive in the clink — and it ain’t pretty. One chilling tidbit: "…everybody wants to be your friend, but in the end they just want to [bleep] you." [New York Post]
Brit Snubs Her Hopsitalized Mom
The pop tart refused to see her sick mom on Mother’s Day, revealing that their relationship has turned toxic! [MSNBC]
Justin Timberlake & Jessica Biel: Smooch City
The two were all PDA at a bar in Manchester and capped off the night in the presidential suite. Is Biel just another one of JT’s flames? [Us Magazine]
Sometimes, even if I’m nowhere near a TV or computer, even if I’m brushing my teeth or balancing my checkbook or digging up carrots from my garden, I get the urge to scream, "SHUT UP, DINA LOHAN." This woman’s fame-mongering at the expense of her family makes her the most visible stage mother of this generation. That’s quite a distinction to hold! Simply put, she is a disease.
Of course, I don’t really want her to shut up — she provides way too much entertainment whenever she makes the mistake of opening her mouth. Her latest interview, with Us, is short in length but long on idiocy. It was hard to pick just one quote that sums up the stupidity, so we have two:
Add clothing to the lengthy list of things Avril Lavigne doesn’t like. (Already on there? Paparazzi, Britney Spears, you.) Demonstrating the maturity marriage and her new disc have ushered in, Blender‘s June covergirl posed for the cover topless, with the mag’s coverlines protecting her modesty. Inside shots show Av’s aversion to shirts, as well as her penchant for smoking and drinking. And the kicker? Avril shares in an online interview that it was all her idea.
All the throwdowns from the current drama-filled season of Celebrity Fit Club seem like kids’ stuff compared to the clip below. In the uncensored snippet from the episode that will air Sunday, Dustin and the grizzly drill sergeant Harvey go toe-to-toe when Dustin’s weigh-in devolves into a screaming match. After Dustin threatens violence on Ant and then Harvey, Harvey goes ballistic with a multi-minute tirade in which he promises to "f*** [Dustin's] world up!" It’s seriously amazing that his head didn’t explode from the pressure.
After Harvey finishes screaming he says, "Now put that bitch on VSPOT." How could we not?!? Don’t miss this.
- Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher might be on the brink of a split. That’s nothing a little Kabbalah water can’t fix! [CityRag]
- Ne-Yo confesses that he’s a butt man. Somehow this is not surprising. [Bossip]
- Ewan McGregor puts in a "huge order" for underwear that "helps to lift and promote the size of a man’s genitals." Because all those full-frontal scenes aren’t doing enough to promote Ewan McGregor’s genitals. [IDontLikeYouInThatWay.com]
- Sanjaya takes part in a drag show. See what happens when you click your heels three times and chant, "There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!"? [Dlisted]
A rapper getting arrested? Ain’t no thang. But a rapper that’s preening and posturing while in police custody? That’s rap run amok.
Last week, Compton MC The Game was arrested on suspicion of making criminal threats after he allegedly pulled a gun during a pickup hoops game in South Central. So was he remorseful? Hardly. While being driven away by the cops Game smiled, stuck his tongue out and said, "I want to say that I’m not guilty … and I love California." (Watch here.)
Then, once in jail, the Game-play continued. He made gang signs, showed off a wad of cash, and was cheered by adoring fans. (Watch here.)
So why was Game so happy to have done got got? Did his street cred need the boost? Or is he just a bad mofo who’s above the law?
Our ramp-up to Rock Honors (Thursday, May 24) always includes revealing chats with the music’s stars. Road Tales focuses on some the silliness that goes down when artists are on tour.
Lots of rock bands fly things over their stages these days. But back in the day, when Dio was doing business with Rainbow, it was odd to see a naked promoter sailing around on a harness left over from the theater’s previous show. Here’s one Peter Pan who passed out from trying to be a bombadier. Listen.
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For today’s shot of schadenfreude, you need to look no further than at the media’s favorite whipping girl of late, Paris Hilton. According to Paris’ psychiatrist, the entitled heir is "distraught and traumatized" over her looming 45-day jail sentence. The idea of Paris Hilton in discomfort is freaking iconic (hence the image above).
Still, this distress may actually work out for Paris, allowing her to postpone testimony in a slander suit against her brought on by nemesis Zeta Graff. But even if the shrink’s tale is b.s., it’s b.s. worth believing. Now when anyone asks where Paris is, we can all laugh and say, "She had to go cry." [People]
Lindsay Lohan has been named the hottest woman on the planet by the apparently blind people at Maxim magazine. What are they snorting? Lindsay’s stash?
It’s not that Lindsay is a bad-looking girl — somewhere under her porn-star extensions, raccoon eyes and leathery skin that would look saaaaad on someone 20 years her senior, is a pretty girl. Maybe. But hot? She’s virtually sexless. Even her rack, once impressive in a look-but-don’t-Lolita kinda way, now fails to inspire. Lindsay Lohan completely renounced any idea of hotness the day she revealed that she’s packing cold cuts between her legs. For real: her firecrotch isn’t even hot.
Lindsay beat out Jessica Alba (No. 2) and Scarlett Johansson (No. 3) for the top spot, in something of a superficial travesty. Need more proof of Lindsay’s not-hotness? Check out the shots below the jump. The best is the one in which she’s blowing a kiss. She’s going for Marilyn Monroe and ends up Marilyn Mongross.