It’s The End Of An Era: Miss Cleo Has Died
In case you couldn’t tell from the millions of “I wonder if she saw it coming” jokes on Twitter and everywhere else, the legendary Miss Cleo (born name: Youree Dell Harris) has died. Miss Cleo died at a hospital in Palm Beach County, Florida this morning. She was only 53 years old.
Miss Cleo’s rep tells TMZ that she was battling that mega asshole cancer and checked into a hospice center last week. Miss Cleo was surrounded by her friends and family at the time of her death.
The iconic TV psychic and Joanne the Scammer’s inspiration made the 90s a lot more fun. Youree Harris, who was born and raised in the US, slapped a manufactured Jamaican accent on her tongue to play “Miss Cleo” in a series of masterpiece commercials for the Psychic Readers Network from around 1997 to 2003. Miss Cleo quickly became a pop culture icon. Miss Cleo left Psychic Readers Network after the Federal Trade Commission charged the company and her with deceptive advertising, among other things. Miss Cleo was never indicted.
Once she left PRN, Miss Cleo mainly stayed out of the spotlight, but she did voice the character of Auntie Poulet in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City in 2002 and she publicly come out as a lesbian in 2006. And in 2014, Miss Cleo made a comeback of sorts. She was in the documentary Hotline and starred in a commercial for French Toast Crunch (screen shot above). The Psychic Readers Network later sued Youree for that commercial claiming that they own the rights to “Miss Cleo.”
She spoke to Vice in 2014 about her career and back then, she said she was still working as a phone psychic and had customers from all over the world:
Oh, yeah, my clients are international, sweetie. I have clients in New Zealand, Australia, a few here in Toronto, a bunch all over the US, Jamaica, obviously. Honey, that’s how I make my money. I’ve got kids and grandchildren; I like being able to help.
A piece of my teen self who used to live for watching Miss Cleo commercials in the morning after “calling in sick” to school has died today along with Miss Cleo. I’m going to need 2016 to call me now, so I can curse that bitch out for taking all of our legends.
Rest in peace, Miss Cleo.
Keshia Knight Pulliam’s Husband Filed For Divorce A Week After Announcing She’s Pregnant
Last week, Keshia Knight Pulliam announced on Instagram that she’s knocked up with a baby girl by posing with a pink cupcake (because I guess Clearblue ran out of sponsored celebrity pregnancy announcement packs). I’m sure at the time she would have never thought that only a week later she’d be dealing with both morning sickness and divorce papers, but here we are.
People magazine says that Rudy Huxtable’s husband of six months Ed Hartwell, who’s a former NFL player and the ex of one-time Real Housewife of Atlanta Lisa Wu, has filed for divorce. Rudy and Ed dated for four months last year before getting engaged on New Year’s Eve, which was followed by a surprise wedding in their living room sometime in January 2016. Ed lists “irreconcilable differences” as the reason for why he wants Keshia to join Lisa Wu in the Ex-Wives of Ed Hartwell Club.
Filing for divorce after only six months of marriage is messy enough. Serving your wife divorce papers while she’s knocked up with your kid takes it to an even-messier level. But that’s not where the craziness ends. TMZ says Ed has also demanded that Keshia prove who the daddy is. Ed’s rep told The YBF that all he wants right now is a paternity test for the baby. That’s right, we’ve entered Maury territory.
So far, neither Keshia nor Ed have said anything about this on social media. But TMZ does know that Keshia isn’t feeling this divorce. According to the documents filed by Ed, Keshia is contesting the divorce. She has 30 days to file a response, which may just include walking into a courtroom with her giant knocked-up baby bump on display saying “This. This is why I don’t want to deal with a divorce right now.”
Pic: Instagram
Susan Sarandon Had The Time Of Her Damn Life At The DNC Last Night! Couldn’t You Tell?
“Oh, so that’s what I looked like when a boyfriend dragged me to an Uncle Kracker concert in 2003” is what I thought while watching Susan Sarandon’s face go on a journey from “fuck this” to “no, really fuck this” to “no, no, really fuck. this.” in a matter of seconds while sitting in the audience at the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia last night.
Michael Lohan Has Threatened Lindsay Lohan’s Fiance With An Ass Whooping
Yesterday, Lindsay Lohan publicly requested privacy regarding the infomercial steam cleaner-sized messy situation with her fiancé Egor Tarabsov. But she didn’t say anything about leaking typo-filled text messages threatening to kick her fiancé’s ass from her father. Lindsay, you’ve really got to be more specific when it comes to your family.
The CAPTION THIS Contest WINNERS For July 25th!
The sewers threw up when Johnny Depp finally took a bath – 38chrysler
Upvote winner:
Looks like a bad case of carmydia. – johnny boy
Hot Slut Of The Day!
This style goddess at last night’s Democratic National Convention!
During last night’s DNC, the camera panned to this Democratic tulip a few times, and I was too paralyzed by her glamour to take a picture. But thankfully, Michelle Collins was able to operate her phone and tweeted this screen portrait of my fashion idol of the night in an opulent “President Hillary” brooch, a stunning custom-made POTUS and FLOTUS dress and a humongous Easter Sunday church hat whose circumference was wider than the circumference of Pluto. That hat shaded her eyes from the jealous glares given by people who looked down at their dowdy, dusty ensembles and wished that they would’ve worn a gorgeous look like hers.
I bet that the people behind her didn’t even mind that her King Kong’s contact-sized hat blocked their entire view, because they got a clear view of the look that IS beyond the look.
Pic: @michcoll