You gotta be a new kind of dickhead to answer a claim of sexual harassment by insinuating that your accuser is most likely lying because she’s had a tough life including getting sexually abused. Harvey Weinstein IS that new kind of dickhead.
Harvey Weinstein talked to the New York Post about all of the allegations that came out in The New York Times yesterday and he refuted Ashley Judd’s claim that he sexually harassed her during a hotel room meeting in 1997. Oddly, this was in concert with the lengthy and rambling apology he issued to the New York Times for “bad behavior.” So you did harass women just not Ashley? It’s like the flipside of the boy who cried wolf. It’s the boy who cried “wanna watch me shower?”
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.
What you are looking at above is Ashley Judd, Jim Belushi, Amanda Seyfried, David Duchovny, Naomi Watts, Matthew Lillard, Michael Cera, Jennifer Jason Leigh, and Trent Reznor. And if you can believe it, you’re only looking at less than 20% of the cast of the Twin Peaks reboot. I hope Showtime knows how to place a casual encounters ad on Craigslist, because something tells me they’re going to need to make a couple extra bucks to make sure all those paychecks don’t bounce.
The cast list for Showtime’s Twin Peaks reboot was announced today. We already knew that most of the original cast was open to coming back. But thanks to Showtime, we now know that pretty much everyone in David Lynch’s Rolodex is coming with them. Variety has a screen grab of the cast list, and I’ve put it after the cut.
I feel like “Ashley Judd fights back” is also the way you could describe the plot of 97% of the movies on Ashley Judd’s IMDB page. But Ashley Judd is fighting back for real this time! Clear your schedule, Tommy Lee Jones, you might be needed. During an upcoming interview for Weekend Today, Ashley Judd confessed that she was recently the victim of online Twitter trolls and she’s getting the police involved, because nobody fucks with Ashley Judd.
Ashley says it all started last weekend when she was live tweeting a Kentucky Wildcats game. Ashley took a swipe at the Arkansas Razorbacks by tweeting (and later deleting) “I think Arkansas is playing dirty”. That apparently was enough to piss off some Arkansas fans, who then responded by tweeting violent threats at her:
I guess the Slut Dress had a more important, classier engagement last night (hosting a pool party in Vegas, then giving a lap dance to a Saudi prince in exchange for vouchers for the Bebe outlet) so she sent her sluttier unemployed cousin, the Skank Dress, in her place to the Divergent premiere in Los Angeles last night.
If Skank Dress looks familiar to you, it’s because you might remember her from a small role in the movie Showgirls. But after spending most of her earnings on fixing numerous botched alterations, she had to make ends meet by getting into unlicensed Brazilian waxing and was eventually busted during a Craigslist sting. So it’s really nice to see her finally get some honest work on the body of Maggie Q. Sadly, Skank Dress was unceremoniously upstaged by human bundle of patchouli-scented sage, Shay-Lean Woodley, and her homage to sun-kissed pubes:
It’s like she said to her stylist: “I want a dress that embodies the spirit of two pube-covered pussy lips freshly spritzed with Tropical Breeze Sun-In glistening in the hot summer sun.” Good on Shay-Lean for not only talking the talk, but walking the walk…and also for not walking the walk in those fucking toe shoes.
Here’s more of Skank Dress (and Maggie Q, but let’s be honest, she’s not the important one here) and Shay-Lean, as well as Kate Winslet, part-time James Franco impersonator Theo James, the most over-it girl at David Goldstein’s 90210-themed bar mitzvah Zoë Kravitz, and Jaden Smith, who looks like he’s traded in his signature constipated face for a shit-eating grin and the leftover wardrobe from a New Radicals music video.
File this under: The Judds are still a MESS!
I didn’t think anybody was regularly checking for Ashley Judd (see: movie producers, her agent, voters in Kentucky, etc…), but I’m wrong as usual, because her own sister was. Well, she was checking on her car anyway. The Tennessean says that last month Ashley Judd told the police that her sister Wynonna Judd put a GPS tracking device on a silver Mini Cooper she owns. Ashley filed a police report and in it she says that she, Wynonna and another person, whose identity was kept out of the report, are going through some kind of drama. TMZ says the other person is Wynonna’s 17-year-old daughter Grace.
Ashley told police that Grace took her Mini Cooper to a repair shop in Franklin, Tennessee and the mechanic found a black box behind the passenger seat and inside that black box was a GPS tracking device (DUN DUN DUN). The cops later found out that the GPS tracking device was registered to a private investigator in Nashville. Ashley told police that she thinks Wynonna snuck that shit in there and is trying to track a ho the same way Ewan McGregor tracked Ashley in her greatest movie of all-time Eye of the Beholder.
TMZ says that Wynonna told police that it was all just one big misunderstanding. Wynonna wasn’t trying to track Ashley. Wynonna was trying to track her daughter Grace who regularly drives that Mini Cooper.
I don’t know why Wynonna’s trying to track her daughter’s every move, but I do know she needs to get better at it. Who leaves a black box lying behind the passenger seat like that? Even the Detectives Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen wouldn’t make that mistake. Why bother hiding a GPS device in your kid’s car to stalk them when there’s an app for that?
These Judds. So messy. So dramatic. The pristine blossom of the Judd family, Naomi Judd, needs to take off her wig and slap both of them with it.
And James Patterson will turn this shit into a novel in 3..2..