Goopy Paltrow has been bumping her freshly steamed organiqué oystéré against Glee and American Horror Story co-creator, Brad Falchuk, since August 2014 and she’s apparently ready to make him her second husband. The inside of Brad’s body must look like a scene out of AHS right now. The thought of being legally tied to Goopy is probably making Brad’s bowels scream because they know she’ll make him do a raw goat milk cleanse every year. And Brad’s ass walls are probably shivering with fear over thinking about how Goopy is going to make him shoot mugwort steam up in there before getting an activated charcoal and cactus water enema.
In all seriously, I’m really glad to see that the flower wall from Kim and Kanye’s wedding is still getting work.
I wouldn’t have thought that Garry Marshall and the crew from his latest full-of-stars film Mother’s Day would would have enough time to throw a red carpet premiere. I figured that as soon as he croaked “That’s a wrap!” on Mother’s Day, he’d wrangle everyone back up and start working on Memorial Day or Susan B. Anthony Day or whatever his next sort-of-a-holiday holiday-themed movie is. But I guess you just can’t keep the stars (and the star-adjacent, as you’ll see below) from strutting down a red carpet, because they had one last night in Los Angeles.
As you can see, Jennifer Aniston was there with a smile on her face, despite the fact that she apparently didn’t do enough smiling and waving on her way in and got booed. I was really hoping that some of Justin Theroux’s red carpet antics would have rubbed off Jenny and she’d roll up to the premiere of Mother’s Day in a pair of elastic-waist Mom Jeans™ and an appliqué vest. But she didn’t. Instead she asked her limo driver for his jacket and wore it as a dress. Julia Roberts also walked the red carpet, but sadly she didn’t do it in that busted orange Ana Wintour wig she wore in the movie. Kate Hudson wasn’t there because she was too busy untangling herself from J. J. Watt’s wall of abs. No, she wasn’t there because she had another thing to go to.
Here’s more from the premiere of the movie that will make a million moms wish they could have snuck an extra mimosa for two from brunch into the theatre. Once you’re done slogging through all the nobodies at the beginning, you’ll get to the real stars of the night at the end. I’m of course talking about three-time Garry Marshall movie star Wedil David, all-natural beauty Kara Del Toro, and friend of Real Housewives Taylor Armstrong.
“Trust me, we’ll make a killing. I mean, who wouldn’t want to buy a $35 dehydrated lotus root cracker smeared with a tapenade of hand-mashed organic grass? My parched mouth is practically watering just thinking about it!”
Good news, everyone who loves gluten-free fat-free soy-free dairy-free moisture-free low-calorie food-style edible substances and has a fuckload of money burning a hole in their wallet: Gwyneth Paltrow has branched out into the pre-made food business! Gwyneth, along with the Marcie to her Peppermint Patty, Tracy Anderson, and their business partner Maria Baum have launched a food take-out company called 3 Green Hearts. I bet Goopy thought up that name during a meeting with her cardiologist. “You need to take it easy on the kale, Ms. Paltrow – your heart is almost 98% chlorophyll.”
Last night at the Los Angeles premiere of Mortdecai, 62-year-old sexy Cialis pill Jeff Goldblum and his 31-year-old knocked-up gymnast wife Emilie Livingston decided to give everyone in attendance an eyeful of what it looks like when an old-ass dude who can still get it gets the instant horn-horns for the girl who portions out his Lipitor into his plastic 7-day pill organizer by sucking each other’s faces on the red carpet. Normally I’m all for two horny sluts going at it in public, but watching Jeff mouth-hump on Emilie is 8 shades of NO. This looks like a daddy bird feeding a baby bird, or a Werther’s Original ad gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Thankfully, an even-messier someone was able to yank our eyes away from that mess, and that someone was Gwyneth Paltrow flashing half an organic free-range cashmere-basted boob:
Mothers, lock up your billionaire investment banker sons – Sexy Single Mommy Goopy is on the prowl! And maybe it’s because I’m a little high from the 3 bowls of French Toast Crunch I ate this morning, but those freckles of Goopy’s boopy sort of look like a happy little face, right? I can practically hear it offering me a cold glass of sparkling hand-pressed Madagascar lime leaf essence.
Here’s more of Jeff Goldblum acting like the definition of a late-in-life midlife crisis, Goopy serving up some “Mommy’s still sexy, right? RIGHT???” realness, as well as human guitar pick Johnny Depp, panty-dropping Scottish DILF Ewan McGregor, and jacked Crank Yankers puppet Tracy Anderson:
If they ever need someone to play Janice’s older, WASP-y, botox-obsessed sister in the next Muppets movie…
According to E! Online, GOOP-approved fitness gerbil (she looks like she spends 99.9% of her time running on a wheel at Petco) Tracy Anderson pulled out her Dictionary of Hyperbole during her interview with Refinery29 as she labeled our recent obsession with juicing ‘the worst thing that ever became commercialized‘. Worse than Pajama Jeans? YES WORSE THAN PAJAMA JEANS:
And that was just her intro. She went on to say: “If you’re going to drink a non-organic green juice, you might as well eat a Twinkie. Or a half a Twinkie, at least,” she said. “There’s like 80 calories in it, there’s a bunch of chemicals in it, what’s the point? The only benefit [to juice] is that it’s pre-digested and the Twinkie’s not.”
But it’s the juices long term effects that she finds to be the real problem: “They crash people’s metabolic rate,” she shares, adding: “Now, the F.D.A. says they have to be pasteurized. So, you’re drinking, basically, water that’s going to give you Type 2 diabetes, potentially,” she says.
In addition to comparing the veggie drinks to packaged dessert, she said that she is no longer is a fan of the raw vegan diet, mainly because it interfered with her reproductive system. “I wouldn’t have my daughter [if I were still on the raw diet]. I lost my period for seven months because I went raw.”
Two things she does approve of? A purely organic meal plan and daily exercise.
Please. More like What does Gwyneth approve of. [Ring ring] “Hi Tracy, It’s Gwyneth. We’re not into juicing or raw diets anymore, okay? I’ll let you know what we’re into after I come down from my ‘neutering Vanity Fair‘ high.”
I’m with Tracy, but not for the reasons you may think. I did a juice cleanse one time and it was – pardon my french – fucking bullshit. Everything I drank looked like it came from the prop room of You Can’t Do That On Television and my legs felt like feathers. Also, you know when you’re able to smell your own breath? Like you get secret whiffs of it here and there and you’re like “whoah, that’s definitely from me”? Juicing gives you that feeling all the time because it gives you OLD PEOPLE BREATH. So yes, I’d rather eat a Twinkie; it makes life less of a living nightmare.
(Pic via Wenn)
“Ew, can you believe they don’t have Manuka honey and duck eggs at the Bristol Farms around the corner? I didn’t realize we were in the ghetto, girl,” is probably what Goopy Paltrow said to Tracy Anderson at the opening of Tracy’s flagship workout studio and Goopy’s blow job bar in Brentwood, CA last night.
Goopy, Kim Kartrashian, Stacy Keibler and Natalie Green from Facts of Life all came out for the opening of Tracy’s workout studio yesterday, but only because the muscular orange leprechaun threatened to release embarrassing videos of them doing her stupid ass cardio dance if they didn’t show up. Speaking of embarrassing things, Goopy tells the Evening Standard Magazine (via E!) that Chris Martin can’t cook with music on (HA! Like that bitch lets him cook), but she has to cook with music on and the music she plays is always hip-hop.
“He can’t have background music on. It has to be 100 percent of his attention. But if he isn’t at home, I turn on the hip-hop—I’m like a bad mutha rapping along to every word as I cook.”
And that confirms it, those Goop kids are fucked, screwed, ruined and all of the above. Nothing puts scars on your soul and guarantees you a lifetime of intensive therapy like watching your rich, white, rhythmically-challenged mom rap along to a Biggie song as she throws $100 truffles into a gold saucepan full of beluga whale milk. When Apple and Moses become anti-hip hop and anti-cooking activists in a few years, we won’t say shit, because we’ll know what they’ve been through. We’ll know.