Sharon Stone does her very best insane-chic at the 23rd Annual American Cinematheque Awards in Beverly Hills.
Seriously, please check out the pic of the back of her hair. It’s, like, barely even brushed, let alone straightened.
A judge merely denied her a request to enroll her son in school in Los Angeles; Roan currently lives and attends school where his father resides, in northern California. The custody agreement has not been altered.
Meanwhile, for anyone who cares, the San Francisco Examiner just endorsed the McCain/Palin ticket. Craziness ensues.
Sharon Stone is like the Britney Spears of the Viagra set.
At the age of 50, Sharon has somehow managed to lose all physical custody of her 8-year-old son, Roan, to her ex-husband, Phil Bronstein.
According to court documents detailing a September 12, 2008 custody hearing, Phil Bronstein “shall have permanent sole physical custody of child. Court finds that Respondent (Sharon Stone) failed to meet her burden of proof and denies Respondent’s (Sharon Stone’s) request for modification of custody. The judge also notes this order is permanent unless there is a change of circumstances.
And all without ever shaving her head or attacking the paparazzi with umbrellas.
How do you even do that?
I assume Exhibit A in her husband’s court arsenal were a collection of red carpet photos of Sharon taken over the past five years. That should be enough to convince any reasonable person that this woman was out of her goddamn mind.
COUGAR POWER!
Fifty-year-old Sharon Stone has been rumored for a little while now to be dating Chase Dreyfous, a 24-year-old who worked with her charity, Planet Hope.
Is this the mystery guy she left Beso with last night?
Sharon Stone gets dangerously close to an upskirt at an event in Paris.
Also: Charlie is very, very sick. He was diagnosed with Parvo — he probably had it before I adopted him, the vet said — and he’s now in the hospital and he’s not doing very well. So posting is going to be slow or non-existent right now, because I’m spending almost all my time with him at the hospital, and I’m not really in a mood to be funny. Please keep him in your prayers.
On the red carpet, apparently.
Who the hell wears sunglasses on the red carpet?
Or puts their hands in the pockets of their dress?
Everything is wrong with this, Sharon.
I don’t know what she’s wearing — did she kill Cookie Monster for that wrap? — but our pal Sharon’s in Dubai hoping to raise $1M at an auction to fight AIDS in Africa.
Thank you for helping, Sharon, even if you’re crazy.
I know, I know. I was shocked, too. I took a quick glance at this picture, and I thought it was a long, sleek, tight-fitting dress, and I was like, “Wow, Sharon! Very classic! Very chic! I take it all back — you have an ounce of fashion sense in that cropped little head.”
And then I realized it was a Spandex pantsuit.
She looks like she’s about to run the New York marathon in heels.
Jesus, Sharon. Why are you so weird?
