The Greek economy is still recovering from their 2007/8 government debt crisis but that’s nothing compared to the stinging blow the country just received in the form of a devastating clap back from Gigi Hadid. Last week, after Gigi’s Mykonos vacation villa was burgled, she posted a snap on Instagram claiming she was robbed (she wasn’t, she was burgled) that she’ll never return (“efcharistó”: The people of Greece), and recommended that people spend their money elsewhere. Naturally, many took issue with Gigi’s proclamation. But many be damned!
The most tired thing you can do as a wealthy middle-aged hipster, besides being a wealthy middle-aged hipster, is to follow your dreams by opening a vanity dive bar, paid for by a major New York restaurant group. Taking the crown, the cake, and the trophy as the most tired of wealthy middle-aged hipsters is Justin Theroux. Justin’s new “dive” bar is called Ray’s, it’s located in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, and a shot and a PBR will cost you $12 (down from $19 when it first opened 2 weeks ago, according to a recent Yelp review). But what Ray’s lacks in authentic dive bar ambiance, it more than makes up for it in jaw (and probably name) dropping pretension, according to The New York Post.
When Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux called it quits on their maybe-not-actually-legal marriage last year, they probably assumed the only time they’d see each other would be on TV. Like catching Jen in an Aveeno commercial, or Justin on QVC selling shock-absorbing jogging pants. But it looks like they recently came together, and sadly it was to say goodbye to their beloved dog, Dolly.
For the past two years, Justin Theroux hasn’t had much time to care about whether his ex Jennifer Aniston was sad, lonely, hooking up with Brad again, or whatever she’s been doing to pass the time since they split. Because he was too busy having his lawyer fight the downstairs neighbor of his Greenwich Village apartment after several years worth of apartment drama came to a head. Luckily for Justin, he’ll be spending his summer in black jorts drinking artisanal tequila cocktails, and not drinking room-temperature courtroom water in a suit. TMZ says his battle is over for now, and he won.
I’m still getting over the PTSD of scanning through Instagram yesterday and see how half of Hollywood was at Jennifer Aniston’s 50th birthday celebration. Not since Taylor Swift’s squad era has there been such a case of “How da FUQ are these people all friends?” Jen even made me shed a tear of petty pride after she went from “debating” inviting her ex-husband, Brad Pitt, to her birthday to actually having him there – all while he is in the middle of a nasty-ass divorce from Angelina Jolie! Don’t fret, Angelina, maybe y’all can ex-boo thang swap because Justin Theroux wasn’t at Jen’s party…even though he wished her a happy birthday yesterday.
Even though the media loves a good ol’ Poor, Sad Jen narrative, Jennifer Aniston is saying not to cry for her again. Jennifer Aniston doesn’t care if you think she’s struck out 0-2 on her marriages, because that’s not the way she sees it.