I don’t know who told Katie Price she could sing, but they should be horse whipped!
BOOZED-UP Jordan (Katie Price) had to be protected from furious club goers as she lip-synched her new single, before embarking on a sick X-rated dance. The shameless model cavorted with cage-fighter husband Alex Reid, grabbing him by the throat and simulating obscene sex acts in a packed nightclub.
Security had to hold back the angry audience as they cried out “Slut!” and chanted her 37-year-old ex-husband Peter Andre’s name while trying to grab her.
The mum of three hit back with a foul-mouthed rant, screaming: “I don’t give a f***. I love the boos.”
Absolutely horrendous!
She should go back to stripping… maybe a little porn.
Alex Massie passes along “An unfortunately timed Accenture advertisement in the Wall Street Journal today that has also caught the attention of the folks at TMZ (who dub it “the definition of irony) and, I’m sure, others.
The juxtaposition of this and Woods’ car crash over the weekend is somewhat amusing, although I’m sure the gang at Accenture are laughing all the way to the bank. This ad is pretty similar to a whole series of ads they’ve run featuring Woods going back to 2003 but this is the first one I’m paid any attention to.
On the subject of Woods, Conor Friedersdorf argues that, not only do athletes deserve to be treated as private individuals outside their sporting lives but, more importantly, sports fans would be much better served were that the case.
Every aficionado knows that sports are worth playing and watching as a simulacrum of life. Contriving various games with sets of rules, and leagues of competitors, we’re meant to enjoy the beauty of athletic prowess, to be awed by bodies that can do things ours can’t, to experience the suspense of live competition, the thrills of victory, and the lows of defeat—and to learn from the spectacle, all without the consequences of actual battle.
The effect is ruined when real life intrudes, even if only in the mind of the viewer, just as a movie is diminished when an actor’s real-life personality is as much a presence as the character he is playing, or a play suffers when a stagehand is heard sneezing behind the scenery during a climactic scene.
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What I’d like is to hold athlete-entertainers to account as role models so long as they’re on the job. Should Tiger Woods back his golf cart into a lake during a celebrity skins tournament, by all means let’s investigate the story, lament the fall of another athlete who “seemed different than the others,” and recalibrate our opinion of the sportsman. The same goes for folks who dope in private to enhance their public performances. Realty demands that Mark McGwire is a fallen hero; his sins bear directly on his supposed heroics.
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Except in the most extreme circumstances, athletes shouldn’t be treated as public figures when they are off the court, the field, or the course. It diminishes what they add to society, irrationally elevating their private lives in ways that do a disservice to them and to us.
That’s exactly right, I think.
That won’t keep us from writing about the Woods mini-scandal or others involving athletes. People are interested in these matters. Heck, I’m interested in them. But we would undoubtedly be better off knowing less about our icons than we do.
The 2009 Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy Association Telethon brought in $5 million less than 2008’s festivities, but one priceless artifact was salvaged: the talent of Charo.
With her cover performance of Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop the Music,†Charo spent Labor Day proving the following: 1) She is alive; 2) Her performance style still combines the agility of Shakira with the delirium of Count Chocula; and 3) She can terrify Jerry Lewis like no other.
Say what you will, but she sorta nailed the performance! She also sorta nailed four white guys in the audience, but you have to go the extra mile to entertain at a telethon.
If Rihanna weren’t too busy allegedly datingTravis London, she’d have to commend this cleavage-bobbling rendition of her best hit.
What others said:
Dlisted, “While all of our asses get older, Charo never ever ages. Seriously, Charo’s 58-year-old hot ass has looked exactly the same since I was drinking my whiskey out of a sippy cup.”
Well, Anderson Cooper was ready to pounce and did just that, tearing Heidi Montag to shreds, saying she’s found a “fresh new way to embarrass herself.”
Singing sensation Susan Boyle — whose dowdy image contrasted so greatly with her angelic voice that she became an instant Internet celebrity — has gone in for a makeover.
Boyle, 47, had her graying, frizzy hair dyed chestnut brown and styled in what The Sun tabloid says was a 35-pound ($50) makeover. And instead of the old-fashioned dress she wore on the TV show “Britain’s Got Talent,” the Scottish singer was photographed wearing a stylish black leather jacket with what looked to be a Burberry scarf.
Asked if she would change her looks on CNN’s Larry King Live, Boyle replied “Why should I change?”
Because she looked dreadful and is now going to be continually seen by millions?
The problem, of course, is that her fame was largely sparked precisely because of how un-starlike she looked. People were prepared to laugh at her, presuming that she was one of the pathetic figures these shows trot out in the opening weeks of new seasons for comedic effect, only to be shocked at how amazing her voice was.
Madonna made a surprise appearance at Britney Spears‘ sold-out Circus show Wednesday in New York City.
Shortly before Spears, 27, took the stage at the Nassau Coliseum on Long Island, Madonna, 50, arrived with her manager Guy Oseary (and several bodyguards) and headed to one of the VIP suites.
“She purposely walked up the main stairs in front of everybody so they would all notice her. Celebrities definitely don’t need to go up the main stairs to get to their suites.”
During the 90-minute show, Spears gyrated her way through mostly tunes from her last two albums, Circus and Blackout. Madonna left right before Spears’ encore of “Womanizer.” As hordes of screaming fans gathered around her, Madonna had a little smirk on her face.
“Britney was thrilled to have her there!” read a message on Spears’ Web site.
Joaquin Phoenix was involved in a huge brawl while performing at a Miami night club last night, wrestling a heckler to the ground before being dragged off by security.
The actor-turned-rapper, 34, jumped off the stage mid-way through his appearance to confront the mouthy audience member.
An enraged Joaquin, sounding a little more coherent than in recent times, announced: “We have a f***ing b**** in the audience.”
Nodding his head while rapping to a beat, he told the man: “I’ve got $1million in the bank. What have you got b****?”
Joaquin – who sources say arrived four hours late for the gig at the LIV night club in the Fontainebleau Miami Beach hotel – then launched himself into the crowd.
The crowd chanted “beat him up, beat him up” as Joaquin got stuck in.
What others said:
Dlisted says, “I understand that Joaquin wants to join the “You So Artsy” club by doing this performance rap, but can he drop the homeless man look? Can’t he be a hot and freshly shampooed crazy person?”
It’s almost like he’s slowly self destructing — take cover.
Wearing a short and sparkly black frock with a plunging neckline that had camera operators on high alert for a wardrobe malfunction, Jessica Simpson made her Grand Ole Opry debut Saturday night.
Performing “Come On Over,” the first single from her new country album, Do You Know, before a nearly-sold out house that included her parents, her grandparents, aunts and uncles “…from all over Texas,” she told Nan Kelley, host of Opry Live, felt “like a homecoming to me.”
“I can’t believe I am here!” Simpson, 28, said.
Audience members, it seemed, couldn’t believe her costume choice. “I think she should have put some clothes on,” one viewer said. While another one responded to how she liked Simpson’s performance with: “I loved that new girl, Crystal [Shawanda] – and she was dressed appropriately.”
Also helping make Simpson feel at home at the 83-year-old institution was country legend Loretta Lynn, who watched Simpson’s emotional performances of “Remember That” and “Sippin’ on History” from the wings before taking the stage herself.
During Lynn’s feisty performance, Simpson took photos of her long-time hero and visited with her at length in a private office backstage, where Lynn advised the younger star not to read her own press. “Just keep doing what you’re doing honey and you’ll be fine!”
I can’t stop laughing at Jessica’s hair — no wonder Loretta took a shine to her.
source: Jessica Simpson Makes Grand Ole Opry Debut [people]
