Earlier in the week, I told you about Nicole Forrester — stage name: Delilah — who is claiming that she had sex with Josh Duhamel. Josh and his new wife Fergie immediately issued one of those stock “She’s a liar” denials that we are so used to hearing. Well, the pole prodigy is now telling her story on the radio and I believe her. Click here to watch all three videos of Nicole talking about how she met Josh and how she was approached by the tabs.
The way Nicole tells it, she didn’t know who Josh Duhamel was, but eventually her co-workers clued her in and told her that he was married. But listen, he was hot, guys. What’s a girl to do if the guy is hot? So, she banged him.
Stripper girl also claims that she was approached by the National Enquirer after Josh was bragging on set about screwing a stripper at the club Tattletales. She resisted telling her story until a $20,000 check was waved under her nose.
Beyond a possibly destroyed marriage, the worst thing is that Nicole’s kids who are 10 and 13 didn’t know that mommy took off her clothes for a living (and sleeps with married dudes!) Well, they and the rest of the world know it now. Hopefully she’ll take that check and do good with it.
You know, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Rihanna after she went back to Chris Brown post-beating. After watching the first clip of her Good Morning America interview as it aired this morning, I just have a lot of respect for her. I found her to be absolutely riveting to watch and she’s so clear on what she needs to look at. If you’re being abused, don’t use “love” as the guiding force for what needs to change. Love is so absolutely blind and has led so many of us down the wrong path. It’s not easy to turn your back on love, but when it comes to abuse, it’s absolutely necessary.
Anyway, I’m excited to see more on tomorrow’s GMA as well as 20/20. Stay strong, Rihanna!
This outfit is just, like, the worst idea ever, in so many ways. It’s not even the boxy shape that’s the problem, it’s the fact that it’s so damn tight in the middle. It scrunches up her breasts and makes it look like she has fat rolls, when she’s obviously like the thinnest person ever. At least her makeup looks really pretty, and James Marsden looks hot.
You know what’s really unfair?
James Marsden is 36 and Cameron Diaz is 37. They’re about the same age. But while Cameron looks like she’s getting noticeably older every year, James just looks like he’s getting hotter. Why does aging hate women so much?
OMG, Michael Lohan is such a dickwad. Unbelievable dickwad. He released these audio tapes of his daughter sobbing hysterically on the phone as “proof” that she needs help and is in a “fragile state.”
Lindsay claimed on her Twitter that the tapes are several years old and that Michael edited them.
I don’t know if that’s true or not, but what this sounds like to me is the voice of a very sad young woman who’s calling her father for support. Lord knows that, on really rough days, I’ve called my own father sounding like that. Not because I was on drugs, not because I needed an intervention, not because I needed the media butting into my life, but because, ya know, people have really rough days, and they lean on their parents during those days. And the fact that Michael recorded and released something like this is BEYOND despicable. He’s just the lowest form of human life. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again — it’s a goddamn wonder Lindsay turned out as well as she did with this slime in her life as a role model. My heart completely breaks for her.
Lindsay, I’ll amend your tweet: Your father needs lessons in how to be a fucking HUMAN.
It’s those Filipino prisoners, this time dancing to Queen’s greatest hits.
I just think this is so cool. I’m glued to it. And I know I should look at it and think, “Wow, this is awesome, I want to join a dance crew.” But instead I think, “Wow, this is awesome, I want to go to jail in the Philippines.”
And that kind of thinking, my friends, is why you’re watching this to kill time at your real job, and I’m still here writing a gossip blog.
The Oscars aren’t happening until March 7th of 2010, but as of today, the hosts have been confirmed.
Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin will co-host the 82nd Academy Awards. Martin has done this gig twice before and Baldwin is a hosting virgin. When asked about the pairing, Martin replied “I am happy to co-host the Oscars with my enemy Alec Baldwin,” and Baldwin stated “I don’t play the banjo, but I’m thrilled to be hosting the Oscars – it’s the opportunity of a lifetime.”
I’m not sure how this match will be, but if it helps me make it all the way through the four-hour (plus!) broadcast, I’m all for it.
No such match has made as much sense since the early ’70s — the olden days — when Donny Most and Robby Benson bumped into each other on a street corner.
James Franco, my current fixation, is doing a guest role on the only series that I faithfully watch — 30 Rock. There haven’t been too many details released on what type of character he’ll be playing, but it will involve a fake romance with Jane Krakowski’s character. And really, who cares? It’s James Fucking Franco and he’s going to be on something other than General Hospital. I’m DVRing his action over on the soap too with plans to fast forward through all the Quartermaine bullshit and slow frame Franco. Oh. Hell. Yeah.
