6 reasons why Prince Harry’s alleged cocaine and sex tape are not shocking at all

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I’ve read enough celebrity gossip to understand that rich people like to fuck and do drugs. I understand it’s fun for the media and everyone else to catch celebrities “doing bad things,” but everyone fucks and does some kind of drug (alcohol included bitches), unless you are a total scab. So what, a rich kid from England who happens to be a prince AND in the Army gets naked with women and does a bunch of blow and films an alleged sex tape? GET OUT. I’ve never heard of rich people or anyone in the armed forces doing any of that before! No wonder the Queen is so perturbed! 

Here are some reasons why this is not shocking news:

  1. He’s rich. Rich people have money, power, access to really good drugs and loads of women who want a good story. And if they’re lucky, a decent lay.
  2. He’s in the Army. Armed service people like to get FUCKED UP. Drankin, druggin’, fuckin’, what have you. And why not! Their  job may literally kill them, so why not take the same risk on their off hours.
  3. He’s a prince. Do you even know how much blow/ladies/free hotel rooms with hidden cameras would be thrown your way? This was bound to happen. Let’s just be happy it was the fun prince. No one wants to see William and Kate playing British Scrabble and discussing past episodes of Downton Abbey.
  4. He’s third in line to the throne. Puh-leaze. That kid ain’t neva gonna be King. Sigh. I guess there won’t be jagerbombs and gummies for all.
  5. He’s a ginger. Fire in the loins.
  6. He’s alive.

But, people love a scandal. And they love even more to see rich, famous people disgrace themselves. At least we’ll get an alright Lifetime movie out of this, life every semi-disgraced celebrity with low morals and standards (Hey, Lindsay!) Prince Harry: A Troubled Prince Against an Eight Ball the World. Can’t wait!

Celebrité: The Evolution Of LeAnn Rimes

It’s GOTTA be a little bit humiliating growing up and going through puberty while being famous. Can you imagine your very own chubby years, shitty teeth, bad hair decisions and awful outfits being photographed while you were winning Grammys and still trying to figure out how to use a fucking tampon?! NEVER. I can’t even fathom the thought. Also, do you remember how huge her song “Blue” was? I was living in Kansas as a child at the time, so maybe it was forgotten in other less-country places in the world. But holy shit, talk about a 180 image change! Country child star to marrying the guy she co-homewrecked two marriages with. I smell a Lifetime movie somewhere.

Check out Buzzfeed’s The Evolution Of LeAnn Rimes.

And listen to her voice here. She was 13. HOLY MOLY. No comparison to other young country stars. Except maybe the legendary Billy Gilman.

Avril Lavigne and Chad Kroeger: The birth of Chavril, the death of our souls

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OH god. It’s like the gods of terrible music, hair and style started subsidizing meth to cupid workers in a heaven that looks like a back alley somewhere in Detroit.

You can bet your bottom dollar that these two are going to annoy the shit out of us in any way possible via reality shows, scat porn, you name it. It was reported that they have been together for 6 months, which is way too soon to know if you want to marry someone btw. Is this Chad Kroeger’s plan to finally become cool in America? Hahaha that’s so sweet. But going through Avril Lavigne is not the way to do it. Putting two of the most uncool, “seriously, who the fuck are their fans” people together is as confusing as a sex dream about a member of your extended family.

Love is love, so if it’s true to them, more power to ’em. Chavril? Oh sweet mother of god.

Gossip folk: American Idol, Do Something! Awards, and Taylor Swift at the VMAs

“American Idol, where washed up people go to have only slightly less terrible careers!” Image via allhiphop.com

American Idol judge rumors

Reports have been circulating completely leaked by anyone who works at American Idol that a bunch of HUGE OMG stars are considering judging on American Idol next season. I’ve read reports that Kanye, Nicki Minaj and Mariah Carey are all rumored to be in consideration for a judge spot on the biggest “that show is still on?” show on TV.

First of all, no. Anyone with an actual artistic career (Kanye and Nicki) would be an idiot to accept a position like this on TV. American Idol is used not so much as a platform for hopeful nobodies to never finally earn notoriety, but more as a restart button for stars who have faded from the spotlight and need to fuel their addiction to gay russian squirrel porn pay their bills and egos. Exhibit A:

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  1. Paula Abdul wasn’t doin’ shit before she was on the show, besides starring in scat videos. I wouldn’t know if she was a household name when her career hit its peak for that month in 1993 because I learning how to spell and shit. But if she hadn’t been a judge on American Idol, not many people would remember her mediocre pop career.
  2. J Lo had a failed marriage and some kids, but wasn’t really doing anything in the realm of entertainment. It’s funny that she’s so famous, because I don’t think she’s ever done anything that’s earned critical praise post In Living Color. Or any kind of praise at all. It’s a corporate conspiracy!
  3. Stephen Tyler, who the fuck knows. He was bored? He got sober and needed something to distract him from drugs and boozey treats?

See? Nobody ACTUALLY relevant and present-day successful becomes a judge on a shitty television show where you have to vote for people you’ll see at your local Walmart during their summer “tour.” That being said, let’s expect to welcome Mariah Carey to American Idol this fall, with the perfect amount of “you’ll never be as good as me” enthusiasm that the young kids really need to hear more of these days.

Do Something! Awards aka C-list celebrities sniffing their own farts

Oh great. Pseudo-celebs gathering on VH1 (seriously, what the fuck happened to that network) to praise themselves and each other for BEING SO GREAT at the Do Something! Awards. Isn’t the point of doing charity work helping others and not calling attention to how great you are?! Sure, it’s nice to party, and I’m sure it’s even nicer to party and be on TV (even if it IS on VH1). But good god. Famewhores alert! Is Ryan Lochte gonna be there too?!

The stunning presenter list includes Kristin Bell, John Cho, Olivia Munn, Will Ferrell, Harry Shum, Jr. I don’t know who the last guy is. Fitting!

Taylor Swift at the VMAs

So I saw this promo for the MTV VMAs with Taylor Swift and Kevin Hart.


And this is what came to mind: Her deadpan is actually really good, and girlfriend could use about 5 cigarettes a day. I would love to hear a gritty, cigged-out Taylor Swift throat singing all her “you should fuck off and die, bastard!” songs. Let’s start a campaign!

Gaga is brunette now, cue self-dyed teenage hair debacles across the globe

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Way back when nobody had even heard of a Gaga, our Lady Mother Monster was a brunette. She was running around Lollapalooza in lingerie and big brown hair. But, as fate would have it, Amy Winehouse also had a similar look at the time AND was a bigger star. Gaga needed to change her look, which led to the blonde Gaga with the bow made of hair that we all loved and adored.

She looks so wonderfully Italian and human in this photo, which is refreshing because pop stars’ looks are starting to get very overwhelming (I’m lookin’ at you, Ke$ha and Nicki Minaj). That Gaga, always ahead of the trends! Also, her all-black outfit makes me crave September and all the wonderful fall goodness that comes with the changing seasons.

TIP: If you are a dyed blonde looking to go brown like Gaga for fall, take it to a professional. My hair turned green once at the tips because it wasn’t taking the color. Fucking up your hair sucks, so spend the money and save the emotional distress!

If you’re not watching “Damages” you need to seriously reevaluate your Netflix subscription

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Remember the days of “oohs!” and “aahs!” when it came to your Netflix instant queue? I HAVE to watch that. I heard the juxtaposition of post-modernity and consumerism coupled with Brad Pitt’s abs will scintillate both mind and loins. A cinematic mung bean fricassee for all! Well my friends, those days are long gone. No longer are we met with endless upon endless films that systematically wet our mind, body and soul. Because you’ve either already seen it, re-watched it a couple times (Arrested Development never gets old) or can’t get through the first 5 minutes of some British TV show that’s supposed to be funny, but just ends up being the poor man’s version of the 2012 London Olympic opening ceremony.

More or less a summary of the 2012 Olympic Opening ceremony. Gif via media.photobucket.com

Among all the terrible, horrible, good-for-nothing things on Netflix, there remains a couple gems that may have slipped under your radar. One of them is Damages

Here are three things I’ve learned so far from watching season 1 of Damages and why you should definitely be watching:

  1. What I find most appealing and thought provoking is that every single character solidifies the idea that there is no inherent good or bad in this world. And god damn is it refreshing. It never gives in to a society-at-large that wishes with all its Christmas spirit that cut-and-dried, good and evil truly exist. Instead, Damages exposes us to the cold hard fact that we live in a spectral continuum of being a huge dick or being pretty cool. In other words: Black and White, meet 50 billion shades of self-righteous gray.
  2. Glenn Close. GLENN CLOSE. When I was little and exposed to her in the live-action version 101 Dalmatians, I was like “that lady is MEAN!” and I didn’t care much for her. As I am older and a bit wiser, I realize what an uninformed jerk I was at 7. She is a phenomenal actress, and is the absolute anchor of this series in one of the best roles ever written on television.  Her portrayal of Patty Hewes has you questioning EVERYTHING about anything, whether it be character motives on the show, things in your own life, or why your stoned friend is eyeing the fuck out of your dessert.
  3. Trust no one. Is it a product of living in an untrustworthy society, or is it a dramatic, Hollywood interpretation of wading through the waters of Société Elite? Probably both. All I know is that if you have to ask someone if they can be trusted, they’re probably going to end up killing you right before they eat a mediocre sandwich. The more you know!

A walk down Lana Del Rey’s confusing commercial career

Lana Del Rey for H&M. Image via guardian.co.uk

Lana Del Rey.

Girl’s got a great aesthetic. She’s an H&M model, a new artist on the scene with a retro vibe, and a totally hot babe. I like 3 of her songs from her debut album “Born to Die”. Summertime Sadness is my jam right now, because fall is sooooo almost here and I’m over summer and all its philandering ways. In my quest to reevaluate my lukewarm feelings towards Lana Del Rey, I decided to do a little more research. Who knows, maybe her ethereal-old timey Nancy Sinatra angle just needed some time to seep in. Maybe not.

Image from Buzzfeed

In my research, I came across this article on Buzzfeed called “26 Meanest Quotes From Reviews of Lana Del Rey’s ‘Born to Die.‘” They’re not so much mean as they are a “what the fuck, commercial industry?! If you’re gonna push some shit in our face, make it better than… this.” She really does have an opposing magnets vibe. Most of her songs are listenable, but listenable isn’t a “HOLY FUCK IF WE DON’T LISTEN TO THIS SONG RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA FUCK YOUR HEAD.” And isn’t that what most mainstream pop music strives for? True, her tunes ain’t dancepopsynthpuke, but the target market is similar. That’s why her entire existence is confusing. You don’t market lukewarm tea to coke addicts. That’s like, marketing 101. You market cocaine to cocaine addicts and lukewarm tea to people who like to stay indoors.

I also wanted to watch her SNL debacle performances again, because I forgot what was so bad about them. Was she standing still too much? Was she pitchy? Was she boring? It’s so much more than that. This person does not look ready to have a career as a mainstream singer. She looks, acts and sings like she’s empty: a shell of a guaranteed faux-indie consumer success. And maybe she is empty. Sometimes we’re all a little empty. What’s weird is that she isn’t using that emptiness in her performance or art, which is the biggest cardinal sin of being an artist: use what’s screwed up about you and turn it into gold. She’s using what she’s not and turning it into ‘meh’. Good plan!

Kind of empty. Image via nydailynews.com

She’s also landed a campaign with H&M for fall 2012. The clothes look good, and again her aesthetic is appealing. But there’s not anything behind her stares. Her poses seems fragile and shy. Maybe in a pop world full of Lady Gaga, Ke$ha, Katy Perry and Nicki Minaj, LDR’s understated image is calculated as some kind of counteract to the exhausting, never-ending motion of the modern pop star. All of the aforementioned pop stars have a clearly defined personality/music/market that we all know and either love or hate. LDR severely lacks personality, spark, that je ne sais quoi that sends the right participants on a one way journey to superstardom.

She seems like a nice girl, someone you would get frozen yogurt with and watch a movie you’ve already seen 100 times. As for being some sort of pop star, we’re still waiting for a personality to emerge from behind the technically beautiful and commercially calculated image that is barely conceivable as human.

Pregnant teen with cancer has died because the Domincan Republic is full of huge pieces of shit


OH GREAT. Good to know people in the DR give more of a shit about a fetus, magical Catholicism and being fucking idiots than a live person. Now the 16-year-old who happened to be pregnant AND have cancer, are both dead! Way to go, Dominican Republic. Because of your politicians and superstitions about killing an undeveloped human, you’ve killed a fetus (the thing you were so fussy about not fucking up!) AND a real live human with a serious illness! That must feel good. Your God must be proud. A great day for the Dominican Republic.

Fucking assholes.

The Pregnant Teen Cancer Patient Who Couldnt Get Chemo — Or an Abortion — Is Dead.

Ryan Lochte: America’s Next Top Famewhore

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Ahh. The fresh, new yearnings of a baby famewhore! Their diapers are full of lost dignity and sentence structure, and their tummys are gassy with commercial deals that will make them millions and probably involve child slavery in Asia. It always does.

He’s already acting, and it’s proving to be quite the feat for the Olympic Gold medal winner. This guy has left absolutely no time in between his Olympic dreams and publicity schemes. A True American Hero. Hey, that would make a great reality show name for the deal he is currently seeking. Olympic Dreams to Hollywood Schemes. I demand royalties!

His first acting spot is on the this show is still on? pristine and delicate piece of television history, also known as the 90210 reboot. This is what he had to say about diving head first (heh) into acting:

“Memorizing lines, and trying to like, say them and still like, do movement and all that. That was hard.”

Truly inspiring, Ryan. I can’t wait until he starts to get really engrained in celebrity life. I hope he starts a blog called “Jeah Boi: Ryan Lochte’s Truly-Amazing-Can’t-Get-Enough-Baller-on-Baller-Status Adventures in H-Wood HOLLA MUNEY.” However, he’s got a long way to go. If he truly wants to stay on top, he’s gotta release a sex tape, get a public fake marriage, make foreign children sew together a shitty fashion line for Sears and then start fucking Kanye West. I have faith. A new star has been born.

In which Lady Gaga tells fur hate-mongers to kindly piss off


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“Furgate Part 1”

“To the fans. i want you to know that I care deeply about your feelings and views, and I will always support your philosophies about life. We’ve been having over-arching conversations about society, equality, and politics for the past five years, and we should continue. I do not however support violent, abusive, and childish campaigns for ANY CAUSE. Particularly one that I respect. “Animal Rights.” I am choosing not to comment on whether or not the furs I purchase are faux fur-pile or real because I would think it hypocritical of me not to acknowledge the python, ostrich, cow hide, leather, lamb, alligator, “kermit” and not to mention meat, that I have already worn. This should already put me in a category as one who appreciates and adores the beauty of animals in fashion, but am not a strict vegan. I have truly always stayed away from skinned fur, especially i have never been able to afford a nice one, but this does not mean my morals are rigid and that I won’t bend at the sight of an absolute art piece of a coat. I have no chains about this. You see a carcass, I see a museum pièce de résistance. But I am truly sorry to fans who are upset by this, its a fair and applaudable feeling about the health and safety of animals. I respect your views, please respect mine.
And to campaigners, Save your flour to make bread for the children who are hungry. And Kim Kardashian is fabulous.” -Lady Gaga on littlemonsters.com

Amen Sista! As a fur lover (faux and second-hand real because let’s get real here, real fur is expensive, and rightfully so), it’s nice to hear someone say something honest about wearing fur. And the last part is awesome about saving flour to feed hungry children. Classic. That’s the thing about PETA that has always baffled me, is that they are using threatening behavior and violence to bring about a point of non-violence towards animals. It’s hypocritical to the life they wish all humans to lead, one of non-violence towards all beings. If we can’t stop being dicks to fellow humans, our own kind, will we ever be able to curb our dickery with other species? It’s a question for the ages here people.


It’s being reported that this is a fake letter and not actually from Ke$ha, but it’s from SOMEONE who wanted to get lots of press from it. And that someone is probably a festering vegan turd over at PETA:

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“I can be reached through PETA’s Senior VP…” Smug much! And kind of the whistle blower to the whole fake letter theory. Like anyone wants to talk to a higher up at PETA. They’d probably throw red paint on you just for interrupting their lunch of dried oats and frail greens.

Gaga isn’t taking this bashing lightly, and she’s even trolling the press and PETA supporters with this little delight:

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Hilarious. This is gonna get real good. Those PETA motherfuckers don’t back down. I will not be surprised at whatever violent tactics they partake in next. Let’s just hope they don’t pass out from too much exertion.