One of the ugly realities of celebrity life (besides not making the mathematically beautiful list) is that there are “fans” out there that are beyond the pale when it comes to sanity. Those people can sometimes get fixated on their favorite (or most hated) celebrity, feel rejected or slighted by them, and then decide to do something about it.
Luckily, one particular loon named Terry Lee Repp, 45, was arrested Saturday before he could make good on his threat to stab Kate Beckinsale. *insert lame joke about the Underworld movies not being THAT bad now that the wackjob’s safely in jail and we can lighten the mood* Continue reading
According to Entertainment Tonight, 43-year-old Kate Beckinsale is dating 21-year-old actor and Wild ‘N Out comedian Matt Rife. I’m getting “Cillian Murphy’s second cousin doing his best Ryan Phillippe in 54 impersonation” from Matt. Kate and Matt were seen kissing outside of a lounge in West Hollywood last night. A source claims she met Matt through a mutual friend, and they’re “officially boyfriend and girlfriend” and that her entire family thinks he’s the nicest person.
— ET Canada (@ETCanada) June 21, 2017
Earlier this month, Kate was rumored to have been seen “flirting” with Jon Hamm at an event for the movie Baby Driver. Going from midlife daddy Jon Hamm to a youngin who looks like he thinks being called a fuckboi is a compliment. Kate is really spanning the whole spectrum.
ETs source adds that Matt is a great guy and “very mature for his age.” How much more mature are we talking here? Does he seem more like he’s 24? 26? 39-year-old trapped in the body of a 21-year-old? Still, it’s got to be weird for Kate’s 18-year-old daughter Lily Mo Sheen. It’s one thing to have to explain what fidget spinners and Riverdale is to your mom, but it’s a completely different level of awkward to hear her boyfriend volunteer to do it.
Jon Hamm did an interview with InStyle for their newest issue and he was asked about being single after breaking up with Jennifer Westfeldt, his partner of 15 years, in 2015. As The Hammaconda swiped through Tinder, its owner said this about the single life:
“It’s hard. It’s hard to be single after being together for a long time. It’s really hard. It sucks.”
Jon Hamm may be trying to fix that, because Page Six says that at an event for his new movie Baby Driver (which sadly isn’t a Latarian Milton biopic), Kate Beckinsale was magnet and he was steeeeeeeel.
Halsey is one of the music industry’s most frequent red carpet messes, so it’s not a surprise that she would show up to the Billboard Music Awards last night in an outfit that says: “Book my stylist the next appointment at the nearest Pearle Vision.”
That bra is all kinds of tragic. It’s both too big and too small, like some kind of physics-defying underwire nightmare. If that bra could talk, it would beg Halsey to leave it at home and take a set of nipple pasties instead. On the upside, it is nice to see that someone finally purchased the most discounted bra from the clearance section of Ross. But don’t cry for Halsey’s bra. I see a bright future for it. I bet an agent has already signed it to appear as the uncomfortable before bra in an Ahh Bra infomercial.
Kate Beckinsale shared a little story on Instagram yesterday about how when she was 13 years old, she had a crush on Rob Lowe and proposed marriage to him in a fan letter. The year was around 1986, two years before Rob Lowe made that sex tape, so if he really saw a 13-year-old Kate’s letter, he probably would’ve told her to send a pic and if he likes what he sees, he’ll send a car. But instead, Kate says she got a postcard from “Rob Lowe” telling her that he’ll marry her. “Rob Lowe” must’ve used the Hung Like A Pony Express to send the postcard, because he drew a super short dick in the stamp area. If Rob Lowe was really a romantic, he would’ve rolled his peen on a stamp pad and slapped the postcard with it.
We all know that when it comes to dressing for the Oscars, everyone takes it very seriously. They put on a tux or fancy gown that definitely didn’t come with a check attached to the garment bag. Most of the time the result is a one-way ticket to Zzzzzz town (see: a good 75% of the looks from last night). But then everyone gets to let loose at Vanity Fair’s annual Oscar afterparty and put on what they really want to wear (see: The Gold Standard). Like many people at the Vanity Fair party, Diane Kruger wasn’t at the Oscars and she showed up wearing that.