This news is bound to hit hard for a lot of different people: fans of plays, fans of films, fans of guys who look handsome in cowboy hats and/or pilot gear while appearing in films. A family spokesperson has confirmed to Variety that playwright, actor, director, and screenwriter Sam Shepard has died at the age of 73. Sam died at his home in Kentucky on Thursday from complications from ALS.
In the Real Housewives world, you can be sure of three things: wigs, self-branded Costco liquor lines, and infidelity. The Emily Post of Manhattan, LuAnn de Lesseps D’Agostino (at least she didn’t need to change her monogrammed towels!), married Tom D’Agostino eight months ago. Any RHONY fan knows the cackling hens that are her castmates made it well known they didn’t like how she was going to walk down the aisle to marry someone whose peen had traversed Manhattan more than a Gray Line tour, and it seems like nothing has changed.
Chris Christie is the shady mastodon who runs New Jersey and is disliked by the majority of his constituents (note the poll results). He’s known for ridiculous behavior in public. One of his most recent stunts was when he turned a closed-due-to-budget-deficits state beach into a private one for him and his family on a national holiday. He’s also the guy who will allegedly allow employees to do time for him so he can get away with corrupt schemes involving bridges. He’s an all-around pillar of the community!
That picture of Jessica Simpson’s daddy Papa Joe Simpson was taken about two months ago, and he has many reasons to be smiling. One, he’s holding what looks like a really fun present. Two, he knows how good he looks in that duochrome blouse and coordinating plaid duster vest. Three, because he was winning the battle against cancer.
Back in November, Papa Joe’s reps confirmed he had been treated for prostate cancer. Papa Joe made an appearance at the Freedom United Foundation Presents Art With a Cause event last Thursday night, and he told UsWeekly that he’s in the clear.
“I’m coming back!” he exclusively told Us at the party. “I went from Stage IV to cancer free! I feel good,” he said. “I beat it. I have zero cancer!”
Papa Joe reportedly finished cancer treatments in the middle of March, and at the time a source was saying the cancer had gone away.
One of UsWeekly’s sources claimed that his diagnosis reunited Papa Joe with his family (apparently Jessica and Ashlee Simpson weren’t that close with Ol’ PJ in the past few years). So it’s nice that he was given a new chapter with Jessica and Ashlee. And I’m glad to hear Papa Joe is all good now, and that’s he’s coming back. He deserves a comeback! And maybe I’m saying that for selfish reasons. I recently listened to A Public Affair, which lead me down a shame hole to Outta My Head (Ay Ya Ya), and I was like “Okay, more please.” If anyone can influence Jessica and Ashlee that they’ve got the voices and stage presence to record new music, it’s charismatic taste maker Papa Joe.
Angelina Jolie temporarily lost the imaginary halo hovering over her head last week after a Vanity Fair cover story came out and had some people accusing her of unnecessary emotional cruelty to poor little Cambodian kids. According to the story, the search for child actors for First They Killed My Father happened in orphanages, circuses, and slums. The audition process reportedly involved playing a game of snatching money, pretending to get caught, then having the money snatched back. If Lisa Rowe ran a casting agency, she’d be like “Interesting, tell me more about your methods.”
Well, Angelina isn’t sitting by while the internet cusses her out for those dark-sided shenanigans. On Saturday, she released a statement about the casting experience for First They Killed My Father. Not exactly a plot twist: she has implied that Vanity Fair twisted everything out of context. By the way Angelina tells it, it’s almost like Vanity Fair wanted to make her look bad. Was the article ghost written by Scott Rudin? We may never know.
I remember the first time I saw Amber Rose shaking her couch cushion sized ass in videos back in the day, thinking to myself, “She’s cute, but I hope she never opens her mouth.” For years Amber has been the patron saint of “Shut The Fuck Up.” But last week, South Philly’s finest former lap dance associate decided it was time to make every Philadelphian hate her, when she basically stated that all Philly hoes look like Shrek compared to her. Oh Amber. You silly, bald headed fool. You should have known better than to come for Philly, because when you do, we will chop you up finer than a Dallesandro’s cheesesteak. The backlash she received from her comments prompted a third leg of her endless “I Need More Attention” tour, with Amber apologizing once again.