I always seem to forget that Martha Stewart is a grand master at whipping up a bowl of subtle hate and baking it at 110 degrees shady before force feeding it into the mouths of the dehydrated slices of Jicama that try to come for her title. Martha reminded me that she’s got a black belt in shade throwing when she looked Goopy Paltrow up and down and let that soggy, rotting, bread-less fishstick know that she’s the one who invented the whole lifestyle thing. And now, Martha is reminding us once again that she can verbally slap down a copy + paste trick with her white glove and smugly smile while doing so.
One-time line reciter, Ryan Reynold’s wife and literary genius Blake NotSoLively has let it be known many times that Martha is her idol and she wants to be her. Blake became the Jennifer Jason Leigh (if Jennifer Jason Leigh was possessed by the spirit of a Styrofoam cup) to Martha Stewart’s Bridget Fonda when she bought a house right around the corner from Martha’s. Blake was on Martha’s show and she gave Martha’s magazine pictures of her wedding. But just because Blake’s sucked on Martha’s ass doesn’t mean that Martha’s going to return the favor and suck on hers. At the Atlantic City Food and Wine Festival in New Jersey on Saturday, HuffPo asked Martha about Ryan and Blake and asked her if she’s laid her eyes on Blake’s “Pinterest on artisanal Ambien” lifestyle blog.
“They’re very friendly, very nice people. In a way, kind of shy — not shy on the screen, at all, if you’ve seen any of Blake’s movies — but very shy in person. But she’s a baker and a homemaker and now she’s starting her own blog [Preserve] … I haven’t seen it yet.”
“Not shy on the screen, at all, if you’ve seen any of Blake’s movies” is the Martha’s way of saying, “We all saw her look like a comatose mackerel while Tim Riggins boned her in that movie that Salma Hayek wears a busted wig in.” And Martha threw in the line “I haven’t seen it yet,” because she knows that when Blake isn’t writing masterful lines of poetry like, ““The smoky scent of sandalwood burning on a wick, the ‘ahh’ of a warm bath,” she’s using her binoculars to peek into Martha’s home office to see if her GODDESS is looking at her blog. Martha barely even knows that Blake’s blog is alive.
HuffPo wanted to milk a little more shade out of Martha, so they asked her what she thinks about Blake wanting to be the new her:
“Let her try. I don’t mean that facetiously! I mean, it’s stupid, she could be an actress! Why would you want to be me if you could be an actress? I just did a movie yesterday, though — I can’t even tell you about it — but I want to be Blake Lively.”
“She COULD be an actress.” I see what you did there, Martha. We’ve all seen Blake try to be an actress time and time again and know that she can’t. Oh, Martha, keep slapping down the lessers. It’s a shady thing.
Brody Jenner is giving me a little Tom Ford in the face, and yeah, I don’t hate it, but he had to go and ruin it all with the douche fingers. What a shame. Bruce Jenner must be so embarrassed that none of his children can even come close to achieving the same level of devastating flawless beauty as he.
But enough about immaculate earth angel Bruce Jenner; this is about the feud between his Drakkar Noir-scented douchebag son and his narcoleptic porn star step-daughter. Despite being THE premier showcase for reality show has-beens and never-wases, Brody Jenner didn’t attend Kim Kardashian’s biennial wedding ceremony last month because he was “busy”. Even though he didn’t fall out of Pimp Mama Kris’s fame whore hole, some of her stunt queen DNA must have rubbed off on him, because Brody made sure to drop everything he was doing (nothing is a thing you can do) to make a big show of attending the wedding of Kim’s ex-boyfriend Reggie Bush this weekend. Brody is about as subtle as the padding in a Kardashian’s ass.
Then on Monday, while Brody was walking the red carpet for the 9th Annual All-Star Celebrity Kickoff Party (we’re really playing fast and loose with the definition of the word “star”, aren’t we), he was asked if it was intentional that he skipped Kim’s dumb attention whore extravaganza. Instead of answering truthfully by saying “DUH! I’d rather get a root canal though my asshole”, Brody replied:
“Kim’s was in Paris. I was working. Kim was in Paris, and it’s as simple as that. So yeah, it’s kind of ridiculous that everybody’s making such a big deal out of it. Reggie’s been a friend of mine for a very long time. So it’s all good.”
Then he added: “Besides, it’s not a big deal. Kim will have many many many many more weddings that I can pretend I’m too busy to go to.”
Here’s more of Brody at the 9th Annual Not-Stars Celebrity-ish Kickoff Party on Monday night looking like what you’d see if you threw one of Ashton Kutcher’s nut hairs under a microscope:
Former Popple-looking mess and current full-time shade-shooting bitch Nicki Minaj won the Best Female Hip Hop Artist award for the fifth year in a row at the BET Awards last night, and since she’s already filled four acceptance speeches with teary-eyed thank yous to God and Jesus and Fix-A-Flat, she used her fifth time on stage to come for Australian rapper Iggy Azalea. For those of you thinking: “Damn, hasn’t that ungly-ass gremlin baby been through enough?”, you’re confusing her with Azealia Banks. Iggy Azalea is the Clueless one. TOO MANY AZALEAS, I know.
The human Crank Yankers puppet was also up against Angel Haze (aka Ireland Baldwin’s Instagram girlfriend), Eve, Charli Baltimore, but she only snatched at the metaphorical wig on Iggy’s head by subtly addressing the rumor that Iggy Azalea is the Charlie McCarthy to T.I.’s Edgar Bergen, saying:
“What I want the world to know about Nicki Minaj is, that when you hear Nicki Minaj spit, Nicki Minaj wrote it.”
She then went on to clarify that she wasn’t trying to be shady (eye roll) she just wants you to know that when she’s rapping such lyrical poetry as “You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe”, it all came from Nicki’s noggin:
“No, no, no shade. No, no, no shade…I’m still one of the only emcees that’s out here spitting metaphors and making you think. And I really don’t even care if I get my credit or if I don’t.”
It’s true that she makes you think: I spent a good 10 minutes thinking of the last time I heard a Nicki Minaj song. I think it was 2012? I can’t remember, but now she’s really got me thinking about it.
Here’s more of Nicki serving up some 1998 Le Château realness on her way out of the BET awards. I thought Iggy might wait for her after the show to whoop a trick Outback-style, but she wasn’t there. Probably because she didn’t want to show up for her date with Terry Crews looking like a busted mess.
During Wednesday night’s show in Miami for their “On The Run From Kim and Kanye” Tour, Her Majesty Beyoncé and smooth camel Jay-Z came for human diaper rash Justin Bieber by projecting his Barbizon-approved mug shot. Shocking, I know; Beyoncé ACTUALLY allowed a giant picture of someone else’s face to be shown. Maybe they ran out of super-secret wedding footage?
The picture of Canada’s swaggy preteen gerbil was shown during a performance of “Izzo” along with a collection of various celebrity mugshots, like Robert Downey Jr. and Bill Gates. However, those shady bitches timed it so that Justin Bieber’s birth announcement photo would appear at the part of the song where Jay-Z says “So poof, vamoose son of a bitch.” That high school drama queen even holds out his mic so that the audience can shout the lyrics along with him. It all goes down at the 0:57 mark.
According to the Mirror, after Beyoncé finished charging her batteries back stage, she came out and proved she’s still one of the greatest living professional trolls out there by saying of Bieber’s mugshot: “Even the greatest can fail.” Oh Stuntyoncé, you subtle robot you. Of course, Justin Bieber will probably find a douchey shitty baby way to respond to Jay-Z and Yawncé, but first he needs to fully wake up from his nap.
Supermodel, proud mega bitch and gold medal-winning BlackBerry-thrower Naomi Campbell was on Australia’s The Morning Show today and since she’s been on the cover of US Vogue before, she was asked for her thoughts on the cover that will soon grace the bottom of thousands of birds cages. If you’re Nan from American Horror Story: Coven and can read minds, you’d probably hear a tornado of fuck words forming in Naomi’s head as she turns on her filter. You can see the words, “Fuck Kanye! Fuck Kim! Fuck Anna! Fuck Vogue!,” form in Naomi’s brain and after they pass through her filter, she says, “I do not want to comment.” And then she let out a blood-freezing, bitchified villainess cackle that’d even make Lucifer’s fluffer Pimp Mama Kris run for cover. Here’s Kylie and Naomi’s little conversation about the “Nail in the Coffin” issue of Vogue.
Kylie: What do you think of Kim and Kanye’s US Vogue cover, given that you have been on the cover yourself countless times?
Naomi: I do not want to comment.
Naomi: Bahahahahahahahhahaaa…. Because I am a fashion model and I’ve been working for 28 years. When you get a Vogue cover, it’s a build in your career, it’s a stepping stone to achieve that. I’m a fashion model, so what more can I say?
Kylie: So you think that Kim and Kanye haven’t earned the right to be on the cover of Vogue?
Naomi: Those are YOUR words. I’m being politically correct. That’s Anna Wintour’s choice to put them on the cover of her magazine. Who’s to question it?
Kylie: Well, I just did.
Naomi’s only response should’ve been this:
Yes, Naomi, snatch the stubble off of Kanye’s bald head with that cackle. Yes, Naomi, yank Kim’s hair until her hairline is on a missing poster next to your hairline. That GIF should really be filed as the official response to that cover.
And in case you didn’t hear it the first time or the second time, Naomi is A. FASHION. MODEL. A. FASHION. MODEL. So she knows!
Shortly after her marriage to Prince Charles crumbled like a pack of clumsy corgis falling down a flight of stairs, Princess Diana had enough anger-type feelings raging through heart to make a sane woman get her Waiting to Exhale on and light a car on fire. According to The Daily Beast, former royal reporter Clive Goodman claimed in court Thursday that she decided to get revenge on Prince Charles not through arson (always a smart choice) but by leaking the personal phone numbers of senior royals.
Goodman said that the high-level phone directory, known as the Green Book, which contained the personal phone numbers of senior royals, was sent under plain cover to his office in an envelope with his name on it. Princess Diana called him in person later that day, asking Goodman whether he received it.
Goodman said, “She was going through a very, very difficult time. She told me she wanted me to see the scale of her husband’s staff and household, compared with others.”
Damn! She leaked The Queen’s phone number because she had like, 3 less housekeepers than her ex-husband? That’s crazy and insane and I LOVE IT, because that’s some down and dirty shade. You’ve got to remember – this was back in the early 90s when changing your phone number was a true pain in the ass. You had to pull the Yellow Pages from the closet, find the number for the phone company, call up the phone company, explain 400 times why you needed a new number, get put on hold for half an hour, nearly lose your damn mind from listening to the muzak version of “Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover“ over and over again before getting transferred to Pager Support and hung up on. The only thing more stone cold would have been if Diana had fucked with the satellite dish.
And it’s a good thing this happened in 1992 and not 2014, because Michael K would have ran up $19,000 in long-distance charges from repeatedly calling the Queen. “Hey! I’m a friend of your grandson, Prince Hot Ginge, but I lost his phone number. Do you think I could get that from you? Hello? Hello?”
“Why? WHHYYYY? She knew I worked so hard on turning Kim into a fashion icon. I took a lumpy goblin-tramp, power washed off 4 of her 8 layers of skank, and created a sophisticated beauty that makes Grace Kelly look like an damp pile of used diapers. Ricardo, why would she do this to me??” Then Riccardo Tisci softly stroked his head (no comment) and whispered: “There, there. Shhh, don’t cry. It’s not worth crying about, Kanye. There’s always Elle; maybe she’ll get on the cover of Elle?”
Things will no doubt be very awkward at the Kardashian-Jenner dinner table this evening after Kendall Jenner (the nipples one, not the Marla Hooch one) uploaded this picture of her sitting in the front row of the Topshop Unique show with Anna Wintour to Instagram yesterday. Sitting beside Anna Wintour at a fashion show either means you’re going to be on the cover of Vogue, she wanted a snack and chose to eat your soul, or both. But everyone knows that Kendall’s soul was sold to Satan seven years ago, and that if Anna was going to put any of the tacky Kardashian-Jenners on the cover of Vogue, it would be Khloe (to troll the shit out of Kim and Kanye). So let’s just assume it was because the spot beside Anna was reserved for the Death Eater of her choice, but Satan got held up in a meeting, and sent one of his least-offensive minions in his place.
Here’s more of Kendall Jenner and Anna Wintour leaving the Topshop show yesterday, and they each get a Say Something Nice. For a girl who comes from a family with a chronic addiction to too-tight clothes, Kendall looks very nice. And Anna…um…barely looks like a praying mantis? Yeah, that works.
You know what they say: It’s not the Holiday season till a bitch calls a bitch out! According to Hollywood Life, there were tons of sound fuck-ups at the KIIS FM Jingle Ball last night that made it pretty evident to Ariana Grande that some people (cough – Selena Gomez - cough) were neither singing hard nor hardly singing:
A Jingle Ball eyewitness tells HollywoodLife.com that Ariana experienced many of the same sound issues that caused Selena to be caught lip-syncing. However, because Ariana wasn’t lip-syncing, the audio issues only emphasized that, instead of causing another embarrassing display. “Ariana killed it and she had bronchitis,” the eyewitness says, adding that she sang 75 percent of her first song without the proper audio.
Ariana then shockingly threw salt in Selena’s wound, by telling the audience, “At least you know I wasn’t singing to a track.”
The comment could be seen as just a throwaway line. But considering the buzz Selena’s lip-syncing got, the fact that Ariana is good friends with Selena’s ex, Justin Bieber, and the fact that the two singers are technically rivals, it feels like Ariana’s remark had a very specific target.
Of course, she took to Twitter and denied denied denied. Ugh. Just once, I’d love to see a tweet that’s like:
@ArianaGrande: Yeah, I SAID IT. Bitch was treating that mic like a damn hairbrush #truth
I know Ariana is new to the game, so I’ll forgive her for not knowing that these holiday radio concerts are basically Drag Race; you put on your best wig, glue down dem brows, tuck whatever you need to tuck, and lip-synch for your liiiiiiiife. Hell, if you stick around long enough, performing turns into the Snatch Game; forget about singing, all you need to do is look like the person you’re supposed to be (“Britney, we need to change your weave. It’s not Britney-y enough”).
Here’s more of Ariana Grande Caramel Macchiato performing at the KIIS FM Jingle Ball, and Selena looking like Dora the Addams Family Explorer. My first instinct was to say that it looks like she’s auditioning for an Eve Ensler biopic, but that joke doesn’t work because I don’t think Selena has ever said the word ‘vagina’.