Celebrity news this week has of course been dominated by the sad and untimely passing of Whitney Houston, but as they say, the show must go on:
* Chris Brown was supposedly at Rihanna’s birthday party this past week, and I’m so disgusted with both of them, I can’t even bring myself to care. Go off and make each other miserable, if you want; I just wish we didn’t have to hear about it.
* On the other hand, I’m probably too invested in the idea of Kim Kardashian and Reggie Bush getting back together (he says they aren’t, by the way). What can I say? Despite Ms. Kardashian’s public image problems, I think they are a cute couple.
* Apparently, I have an opinion on just about everyone’s relationship, because I’m dismayed by reports that Vanessa Bryant may be getting back together with her husband Kobe. Girl, you’re going to get a lot of money either way – use it to buy some self-respect. He’s a cheater and alleged rapist. He’s a scumball. And the Lakers suck. I don’t know you, Vanessa, but still I am confident that you can do better. Sheesh.
* Singer Robin Thicke (son of noted Canadian and 80s sitcom star Alan Thicke) was busted in NYC for possession of marijuana this week. Police allegedly observed Thicke lighting up a joint in a parked SUV outside Madison Square Park, which is probably a little too brazenly public, even in this day and age. Make good choices, Robin! It’s what Dr. Jason Seaver would want!
* I didn’t even want to get into the Whitney business…but Bobby Brown lost a lot of my sympathy (I have felt people have been too hard on him in blaming him for Whitney’s problems). First, the other night, during a Maryland concert, he spoke movingly of Houston, then finished up by saying, “Life is life … you have to move on sometimes” and then, rather inexplicably, “My name is BAD ASS Bobby Brown.” Um, Mr. Bad Ass Brown, traditionally, talk of “moving on” is usually postponed until after the funeral, at least. I guess Bobby works quick. Now he’s made an ass of himself at Whitney’s funeral (not a BAD ASS, just a plain old ass), getting into an argument with Houston’s family about how many people he could bring in (he had an entourage of nine) and where he would sit (he wanted to sit with his daughter Bobbi Kristina), and storming out/getting thrown out. I tend to think there’s blame to go around on this one, because everyone involved should have been thinking of Whitney and just made it work somehow. But Brown gets the lion’s share of blame from me, because apparently he’s already “moved on”, so he should be the mature and responsible one in such an emotional situation.
Here’s to hoping for some better (lighter!) gossip next time!
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