Condi Rice’s Boston College commencement speech is met with exponentially more approval than protest, and those who did protest were mostly just angry that she’s not “Jesuit” enough. As if Elisabeth Hasselbeck’s diploma wasn’t enough to make you hate BC forever. No word on whether Condi spent Graduation Eve trolling Cleveland Circle for naive coed trim. [The Boston Herald]
A cruel parody of the time-honored tradition of slutty starlets angling for attention on the Croisette, Tara Reid’s Cannes appearance cements her legacy as this century’s answer to Sally Kirkland. And, as usual, the tits are a problem. [Hollywood Rag]
Speaking of Cannes, Southland Tales, writer-director Richard Kelly’s long-awaited Donnie Darko follow-up, is officially the sinus-clearing catastrophe of the festival. Which is what happens when you earn goodwill with a movie starring both Gyllenhaals, and follow it with a movie starring The Rock, Stifler and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. [Green Cine]
I ran across this ad featuring Anderson Cooper’s iPod playlist, and found that Gawker had reported on it, but neglected to mention the sad irony of Andie’s selection of “Proud Mary” as one of his favorites. [Gawker]
I’m so glad I’m not the only one who giggled at Anderson’s choice.