Hello, party people! It’s been awhile. I’ve been spending the summer
sunning on a yacht in St. Tropez working at a soul-sucking job for too little money, trading bon mots with Leo and Clive complaining about the weather and attending the shows at Fashion Week in NY watching bad reality TV. But enough about *my* glamorous life! On to celebrity news:
Some random lady has popped up claiming to be the biological mother of Prince, Paris and Blanket Jackson. According to Christine Leroux, who is definitely not a crazy attention seeking loon, Debbie Rowe was the surrogate who carried the children, but Leroux’s fertilized eggs were used. Leroux also claims to have had a long relationship with Michael Jackson, the nature of which appears to be
creepy imaginary unspecified. She’s seeking visitation and/or guardianship of the children, or possibly just a bunch of money and attention. Good luck with that!
Katherine Heigl, late of Grey’s Anatomy fame, has fallen from the lofty heights of bad rom-com stardom to doing commercials for NyQuil. (I thought watching 27 Dresses would put anyone to sleep. Ba-dum-bump!) Some claim it’s because she’s a horrible garbage person who is hard to work with and demanding and very-not-nice. I tend to think it has more to do with her movies (aside from Knocked Up, which is a genuinely funny film) tanking at the box office. I’ll bet if all of her movies were blockbusters, the fact that she bitches about trailers and wardrobe fittings and argues with directors about dialogue would be tolerated. (I know Heigl has had a bad reputation for a while, but I still kind of like her. She doesn’t seem neurotic or crazy, just kind of assertive and bitchy. So many male stars get away with worse – see Crowe, Russell and Bale, Christian for a couple of examples.)
Hear ye, hear ye: Golfperson Tiger Woods has supposedly been cheated on by girlfriend/skiperson Lindsey Vonn. I believe that’s called karma.
Demi Moore is allegedly dating the father of her former beau Harry Morton, who himself dated Moore’s daughter Rumer before moving on to Demi. This is starting to sound like the plot of a V.C. Andrews novel I read as a teen…I hope everyone involved has plenty of penicillin on hand! (All this needs is for Rumer to date the elder Morton once he and Demi break up to complete the circle; brb, I have to go retch.)
Harvey Weinstein’s brokering of Kristen Stewart’s 15-minute meet and greet with an unidentified Arab prince (for a $500,000 donation to Hurricane Sandy relief efforts!) is being referred to as “pimping” (on Weinstein’s part) and “prostitution” (on Stewart’s part). I for one think it’s awesome. Fifteen minutes of time, no bodily fluids exchanged, and a whopping amount of money going to charity. What’s to complain about? (I am totally available for meet and greets, by the way, for the low, low price of $5.95 plus applicable taxes; all monies to go to local charities, of course. My favorite charity being Jennie Needs a Bar Night Fund, closely followed by Jennie Really Wants a Shopping Trip to Sephora Fund. Offer not applicable in Kansas or Rhode Island.)
Is Donnie Wahlberg gay? Jenny McCarthy has taken a break from being responsible for the rise of preventable diseases in America’s youth to address her new-ish romance with the old New Kid on the Block. She says that when Wahlberg didn’t call her for two weeks after their first date, she began to wonder about his sexuality. As you do. I guess Wahlberg eventually showed McCarthy “The Right Stuff” and convinced her that he was 100% heterosexual. (It’s a play on words. It’s a NKOTB song. Yes, Donnie is Mark’s brother. God, I’m old.)
Anyway, that’s all for now. I have to
jet off to London for a film premiere clean the litter box. Until next time, party people!
Jennie has contributed to Imperfect Women since its inception in 2009. She writes about politics, celebrity news, and anything else that catches her interest.