Sometimes real people are WAY better than any skit on TV. Watch George Lindell describe an auto crash. Dude is EPIC—and reminds us of the late actor-comedian Chris Farley. We miss him AND his van down by the river.
We love our Louis Vuitton. We still dream of owning that steamer trunk. Until then, however, and just in time to accessorize our very own dominatrix Halloween costume, comes the LV Handcuff Clutch. As they say in the fashion biz, it’s a “statement” purse, available in leather and also croc, and replete with a pair of cheeky designer brass handcuffs. Probably room for a small Taser inside too. If you are so inclined. ("Hand over the Snickers, and stand back.") Good times.
Hey Brad Pitt. Watch what you say about the little ex-missus. You may be raising a mini-UN with Angie, but you look like a self-absorbed clod. Your back-pedaling to explain your verbal missteps doesn’t help. "Dear friend." We''ll just bet. #teamjennifer.
Speaking of fashion: Michele Bachmann looks smashing in red, and it was a good swap from her dark, safe and Beltway-boring shades. Her presidential slate comrades got the same striped-tie memo, apparently, along with Fox commentators Bret Baier and Chris Wallace. Fave debate line of the night, from former New Mexico Gov. Gary Johnson: “My next-door neighbor’s two dogs have created more jobs than this shovel-ready administration.” Romney: Probably could score more interest by being a little more pointed to his opponents. He’s thoughtful and composed, but he needs to stand out as tough too.
There are surprising candidates—didn’t Rick Santorum do well? And then there is Steve Berke, a creative dude running for mayor of our beloved Miami Beach—a beautiful and wicked town. Check out tech-friendly Steve “campaigning” through YouTube. He’s our candidate. Not the Republican party, not the Democrat party, but the AFTERPARTY, he opines. Represent, brother. (Why did we move from this place? Oh, sigh.)
The Charlie’s Angels remake premiered this week. Compared with the originals, these chicks are DUDS. ZZZZZZZZ. We don’t even like their hair.
Some days, we'd like to slip into our Zooey Deschanel suit. #totalgirlcrush #quirk-o-licious. Girl can rock some bangs.
The Athens, Ga., Rock band R.E.M. has announced it is splitting for good after more than three decades together. It’s not “the end of the world as we know it,” but we’re sorta sad. We’re running out of legitimate rock bands in America, replaced by overproduced, suburbanite pop-tards with snappy haircuts and H&M clothes. Sigh.
Chelsea Clinton speaks, and she’s just terrific—articulate, professional, fab. If you don’t like her parents, you gotta admit that their only daughter seems like a smart and composed cookie. We would not be surprised to see her enter politics. See for yourself.
The ratings for this year’s Emmy telecast are down 8% over last year, and we are not surprised. Either we don’t watch enough TV or we’ve missed something, but the presenters, save Charlie Sheen, were blah—Katie Holmes, near zombie. Watching Glee meanie Jane Lynch was, at times, painful. She tried too hard to sell funny, which equals “flop” in Hollywood math. It’s a tough gig, tho. For any host.
Michael Jackson’s oldest son, Prince Michael, 14, will make a solo personal appearance in Germany for a charitable event to help needy children. We’ve seen little of the King of Pop's children thus far, and it’s a good thing. We hope this outing does not mean these Jackson children are going to be hawked publicly for profit. We want them to have the most normal childhood possible, after losing their father and traveling in his limelight swirl. The family biz is entertainment, tho, and his youngsters may take up after dad. Hopefully there are some grown-ups to scrutinize this thoughtfully. And NOT Joe Jackson.
