I guess all that Tebowing and praying has paid off because, while he still may not be in the major leagues of sports, Tim Tebow sure is hitting the home runs in the lady department. The preying mantis (OK, I’ll stop) is now blabbing about dating Miss Universe 2017, saying “blessed” so much, I almost forgot I was reading an article and just thought I was overhearing employees at Chick-fil-A. Continue reading
I guess hell hath no fury like a British morning radio DJ relegated to the afternoon. Nick Grimshaw may not be a household name to everyone in the U.S., but for those of us whose idea of fine literature is a litany of subscriptions to British gay magazines (hypothetically speaking, of course), he’s mother England’s gay version of Carson Daly, focusing only on Top 40 songs and feigning interest in what Rihanna puts on her bagel in the morning during an interview just so she’ll grant an exclusive debut of her 900th single in two weeks.
I guess Nick’s tenure of The Radio 1 Breakfast Show for BBC Radio 1 has been notable for scaring viewers away because they moved him to an afternoon show. He was interviewed about the perceived slight, which is pretty amazing since a scorned gay with no fucks to give might be the worst thing to happen to a celebrity’s image – in this case, Angelina Jolie and Will Smith! Continue reading
You can normally time a Real Housewives Of New York City dinner party or reunion by the moments when every Duane Reade in Manhattan is out of Xanax. It’s that time of the year when all those shrieking banshees jockey to sit closest to Andy Cohen on the reunion couch and pick apart the healed scab of friendship just to hash out arguments that were settled over a year ago. This season has been kind of a snooze with the exception of Ex-Countless LuAnn de Lesseps really doing the franchise a favor by terrorizing the South Florida police AND dipping her toes in the cabaret singing circuit. Alas, because she’s focusing on her well-being (and avoiding questions about her own children are suing her ass), she checked herself into rehab again and will not be at the reunion. Continue reading
I guess when your asshole ways have you facing life in prison, you have to pick and choose when to defend your horrid name in order to maybe (?) have a chance at getting out of the slammer before you’re six feet under. Harvey Weinstein may be the original festering fungus that got the #metoo movement ball rolling, and there may be a phone book’s worth of names of women who allege he forced them into pretty horrific sexual scenarios, but he now claims “FAKE NEWS!” about an article that says he admitted to exchanging parts in a movie for sex. Continue reading
First dates are always like walking on eggshells: you best keep the conversation light, dress impeccably, and – above all – don’t keep your trick waiting on you to arrive at the restaurant. Well, Donald Trump must not have gotten that memo because on his first meeting with THE QUEEN today, some are saying QE2 was left waiting around for Donald and Melania Trump to stroll up to kiss the ring and curtsy. What’s next? Sleeveless dresses?! Continue reading
The category is: fierce renewal realness! The Sunday scaries haven’t been entirely that bad the last few weeks because Ryan Murphy’s Pose has been able to kick off the week with a lesson in shade, tucking, and vogueing…you don’t get that in any ol’ Real Housewives episode. OK, fine, maybe you do, but the show about 1980s New York ball culture has been a critical darling but ratings weren’t exactly American Horror Story. Nevertheless, FX has greenlit the show to werk werk werkkkk, hennies, into a second season. Continue reading