In his on-going quest to be that much extra, Younger actor and polyamory activist Nico Tortorella drank his co-star Hilary Duff’s breast milk in an Instagram Story (via E!). There’s a lot to unpack here but the biggest takeaway is that Lizzie McGuire is well and truly dead for many of us after this sordid, lactose tolerant story.
Boy oh boy, Debra Tate, Sharon Tate’s sister, hit the nail on the head when she expressed concern over the upcoming dramatizations of Sharon’s murder, calling them “classless and exploitative”. And she was doubly right about the Hilary Duff led project titled The Haunting Of Sharon Tate being “Tacky, tacky, tacky.” Judging by the just-released trailer, I think it’s safe to say that while Hilary may be good at something (passive aggressive neighbor disputes? Cannibalism?), handling the very serious, gruesome murder of a young woman and her unborn child with a modicum of reverence is not one of them. Hilary claimed on Instagram to have spent two whole weeks filming this thing and it shows. It looks like a legitimately scary Muppet movie made on a budget.
Like the viking women who came before her, Hilary Duff is here to let you know that drinking weird genetic brews will extend your life and give you the strength of a warrior….. or something. Hilary has done what many people have done before (and some researchers warn against), she ate her placenta, and ate hers in a smoothie, which was delicious. Well, it was probably better than a kale and spinach smoothie, but what isn’t? Continue reading
I say finally, because it truly did feel like she was pregnant forever, even if she only announced the news back in the summer. Maybe it was because Hilary Duff has had a busy year; a pregnancy, a paparazzi confrontation, a dramatic Instagram fight with a pot-smoking neighbor. And now she’s finally had her baby.
You cross Lizzie McGuire, and you’ll find your ass on Instagram! The Anita Bryant of the anti-weed movement, who previously put her neighbor on blast on Instagram, posted a clip of herself confronting a paparazzo and asking him to leave her alone. If this causes your face to assume the “what?” position, you’re not the only one who pressed pause here. Isn’t Hilary Duff one of those celebs who allegedly calls the paps to get shots of her walking from her car to places and from places to her car? But Hilary Duff wasn’t just walking to her car this time. She had her son Luca with her and was at his soccer game, so she went after a bitch.
I don’t know what’s the bigger news here: that Hilary Duff is knocked up, or that Jack Antonoff is the father! No, he only looks like Jack Antonoff. That’s Hilary’s boyfriend Matthew Koma, and today she announced she’s having a baby with him.
Hilary posted the above picture on Instagram of her and Matthew looking all lovey-dovey in what appears to be a Great Depression-era bowling alley. She captioned the picture:
“Guess what guys! @matthewkoma and I made a little princess of our own and we couldn’t be more excited!!!!!!”
Matthew shared the same photo, but added: “We made a baby girl! She will be as beautiful and sweet as her mother.” The news comes just one day after Hilary congratulated her sister Haylie Duff on the birth of a second daughter, Lulu. This will be Hilary and Matthew’s first baby together. She already has a 6-year-old son named Luca that she shares with her ex-husband Mike Comrie. Hilary comes from one of those same-initial sibling families, and I kind of hope she carries on the tradition by giving her new baby girl an L name. Specifically, that she names it Lizzie, short of course for Lizziemaguire, and if she doesn’t do that, well then I’ll just lose all faith in humanity.
Hilary and Matthew have been together for about a year and a half with a short break-up about a year ago. One thing for sure is that Matthew is loyal. Matthew is the one who allegedly did not duke it out with her weed-smoking pain-in-the-ass neighbor a few weeks ago. That might explain why she was so pissed off about the weed? No smell is able to terrorize your nose worse than the smell of something you can’t have.