Scott Eastwood is an attractive, wealthy, privileged, male, from a famous family, who is having lots of sex. So he’s someone who really anyone can identify with. Right? Scott was on the Live Life Better podcast (full episode after the cut) where he spoke with relationship expert Emily Morse. From the episode we learned a lot about Scott’s sex drive, which is valuable information to have.
Hilary Duff stopped doing deep squats on her trainer-turned-boyfriend almost a month ago, which is a whole lot longer than I thought it would take for someone like Scott Eastwood to swoop in and work his fuckboi game on her.
E! News says that Hilary was having dinner on Saturday night in West Hollywood with a girlfriend when Scott walked in around 11pm and approached her. A source says they talked for quite some time and that Hilary was “all smiles” and “flirty” with Scott. Hilary’s constant-smiling wasn’t an awkward defense mechanism to distract Scott while she attempted to slink away. E!’s source says they hit it off so much, that they left the restaurant together and went to 1OAK.
Usually taking things from a restaurant to a club on a Saturday night ends with a Sunday-morning Uber ride across town before the sun comes up, but the source says it wasn’t like that. Hilary and Scott were just “casually chatting” at 1OAK and it didn’t look like things were romantic between them.
If Scott and Hilary start dating, I sincerely wish her the best of luck if things between them get serious enough for her to meet Scott’s daddy. Clint Eastwood has major feelings about kids these days. I can only imagine what grumpy old man thoughts he’ll grumble out regarding that picture of Hilary Duff kissing her son on the mouth.
And here’s Hilary looking like a gym-rat trophy wife of a Putty Patroller while walking to her car in L.A. yesterday.
It feels like every other day there’s a GQ Men of the Year Awards somewhere and I wonder if the world would continue to spin if GQ suddenly stopped giving dumb awards to famous men. Probably not, so they should keep on, keep on and they did in Sydney today.
Australia has many homegrown dudes that GQ could’ve honored, like Roger the Buff Kangaroo, but they imported a few pieces of American dude meat instead. They brought in Jon Hamm, Chris Evans and Scott Eastwood, who wore sunglasses on the red carpet, because he wanted to remind us that he’s got boiling hot used douche water running through his veins.
I’ll take Jon Hamm in any form, but he sometimes looks uncomfortable in a tuxedo. It’s as if you made Fred Flintstone wear tight pants and a suffocating shirt instead of the usual loose-fitting animal-print shift dress he always wears. The Hammaconda on the other hand… It’s always been a refined gentlepeen and I’m sure that underneath those pants, it’s wearing a monocle, a bow tie, a top hat and is delicately sipping on a flute full of champagne. The Hammaconda should stay in Australia to teach etiquette and manners to those Melbourne Cup messes. Jon Hamm can still come back to the U.S. Yes, the Hammaconda can stretch that far.
And here’s more pictures from the GQ Men of the Year Awards including some of Jai Courtney and ex-rapper, alleged celebrity and living Mannequin Challenge Iggy Azalea.
Earlier this month, professional cranky old man Clint Eastwood did an interview with his mimbo son Scott Eastwood for Esquire in which he proceeded to make like everyone’s loudmouth grandpa at an awkward family dinner by griping about “political correctness” and the “pussy generation.” It turns out Scott is proudly on Team No Pussies with his papa. And he has just as much to say about this generation of candy-ass coddled pussies as Clint.
Puppy-saving human Redwood tree trunk The Rock dropped a beautiful blind item on Instagram yesterday when he went in on a chicken shit actor (or actors) who pissed him off more than seeing a number higher than 7% on a body fat calculator does. The Rock is finishing up shooting the 133,459th Fast & Furious movie, and in his goodbye note on Instagram, he praised his lady-co stars and also praised a few of his dude co-stars before taking an angry shit on unprofessional candy asses. And when The Rock shits on you, it leaves a bruise, because his turds have 12-packs and biceps.
Scott Eastwood, son of the inspiration for “Old Man Yells At Cloud“, revealed to People that his agents advised him against appearing in Taylor Swift’s “Wildest Dreams” video from last year. Their exact words? “That vicious liar? If she tells you the time, you’d better find a clock anyway because LIES! Be sure you have Snapchat open so you can capture the receipts from that shifty-mouthed, side-walking Decepticon!”
In actuality, they were concerned about Scotty becoming visual arm candy for Tay Tay.
“None of my agents wanted me to do it, actually,” Eastwood revealed. “They said, ‘Oh, we don’t want you to do that! Why would you be Taylor Swift’s boy toy?’ And I said, ‘Why the hell not?'”
“Why the hell not? We’ll probably come to some sort of contractual dating agreement, and my name recognition will go sky high. I’m not wearing that tank top, though, because that’s way too #pussygeneration for me.”
Eastwood called the shoot a “fantastic experience.” It was probably a fantastic experience for his dad Clint Eastwood, too, because you know he tagged along to Botswana to shotgun as many endangered species as possible. Manly men used to be able to blow the heads off of creatures without all these whiny pussies getting upset.
You can watch the video below. Taylor was never in any danger of getting eaten by that lion because they don’t eat snakes.