True love just ain’t what it used to be. Jeremy Weeks has finally come up for air from playing tonsil hockey with Topshop heiress Chloe Green (seen above) to file for divorce from Melissa Weeks. You know…his wife of eight years who stayed with him while he was in prison. Continue reading
O.J. Simpson was released from prison last weekend. Perhaps you’ll see him gracing a golf course near you (although you Floridians might be disappointed). In depressing news, women of questionable sanity who are into probable homicidal maniacs are already prowling for him. Blac Chyna’s own mom and devoted ally to transgender people Tokyo Toni, might be leading the charge.
My favorite part in a Real Housewives of Anywhere reunion is when one of them brags about her wealth and another one of them whips out her Swarovski crystal-coated iPhone with county courthouse records of tax liens and unpaid bills, catching the heifer in said lie(s). American Express is that cunning bitch for most of Hollywood.
TMZ reports that – shocker – Iggy Azalea has racked up a hefty AmEx bill. As in, $300,000 hefty. Meanwhile, I’m over her praying to the good LAWD that there’s enough room on my Vanilla Visa to pay for a macchiato when I go to Starbucks after posting this post.
Iggy’s account is reportedly $250,000 over its limit, and I couldn’t possibly imagine why. Oh, maybe it’s because she spends money on stupid ass shit like that $12,000 popsicle art she bought earlier this year. AmEx wants the full balance plus its legal fees.
This isn’t even the first time Iggy has been caught living beyond her means. The IRS has come for her twice: first for nearly $400K and then again last year for nearly $270K. Don’t fret, Iggy. There are so many words you can rhyme with “tax lien” and “maxed out,” which will go great on that song you’re working on with fellow credit abuser and ex-nemesis Azealia Banks!
As expected, The New York Times published an exposé about how movie mogul and Miramax/Weinstein Company founder Harvey Weinstein is allegedly a serial sexual harasser who has been using his power to creep on and prey on women for nearly three decades. This will come as the opposite of shocking to anyone who has followed the not-so-secret gross adventures of Harvey’s casting couch. The Times spoke to several actresses and former employees, and painted Harvey as a white Bill Cosby sans the whole “drugging” thing.
Page Six is reporting that Kelly Ripa’s new co-host, Ryan Seacrest, was to make an appearance on Good Morning America with the FINALLY complete American Idol judging lineup Wednesday, but Kelly threw a fit at the last minute and he had to cancel, so the judges did the appearance sans their Ryan, who a source says is scared shitless of his yapping lapdog of a co-host.
Besides the fact that she gets to regularly take in the luminous sight of the delicate sleeping raccoon on Billy Ray Cyrus’ head, the only thing that makes me jealous of Miley Cyrus is that her godmother is Dolly Parton. The only way Miley could have a greater godmother is if GOD herself (yes, I said herself) was her godmother.
Miley has growled out her godmother’s song Jolene so many times that Jolene should press charges against the trick for stalking, and Dolly is featured on the song Rainbowland from her new album Younger Now. Miley decided to take her love and obsession for her godmother to the next level by dressed up as Dolly on The Tonight Show last night.