Published by Rob on August 17, 2007
in Celebs.
Kudos to The Hollywood Reporter’s Ray Richmond for writing this candid column about the sadness of Merv Griffin spending his entire life in the closet.
But why has THR’s site taken down the piece? As I write this, there’s a link on theirhomepage that goes to an error message.
Grow some balls, Hollywood Reporter. Griffin’s homosexuality was at worst an open secret, and the piece is written with affection and respect.
The column is bold, not gossipy, and The Hollywood Reporter’s readers would do well to take its message to heart.
UPDATE: The Hollywood Reporter link is up again, while columnist Nikki Finke is writing about how Griffin’s people made them take it down. So who knows?
Merv Griffin died a closeted homosexual [Hollywood Reporter via Reuters]
Who knew that with all the effort it takes to lose a war and help drive a nation into financial ruin, President Bush would have time to marry off one of his daughters? Jenna Bush (the really dumb blonde one, not the brunette Yale grad who looks like Kate Beckinsale mated with Mogwai from Gremlins) has announced her engagement to one Henry Hager of Virginia.
Word to the wise, young Henry: Jenna may look like your typical good-time party girl, but don’t cross her. Are you sure you want to enter a marital situation where your in-laws are the disgraced leader of the free world and a librarian with a taste for vehicular manslaughter?
Bush’s daughter, Jenna, to be married [AP via Yahoo!]
Please no more Rumer Willis coverage. It needs to stop. I realize that by posting this, I’m contributing to the problem, but typically, when an injustice is wreaked upon society, the worst thing you can do is stay silent about it, right?
Has Demi Moore learned so little from her own failed experiment in famewhore-ism? The woman works maybe one month out of the year and yet assures her place in the tabloids by hitching her fading star to her much-younger, kind-of-over husband.
So now Rumer’s appearing in an Anna Faris vehicle, and milking it as her official Hollywood coming-out party. She wants to be the new obnoxious celebutard you’d pay to see drawn and quartered on live television.
[And now for a sidebar: I’m sort of over Anna Faris. I always thought she was a talented diamond in the rough of some pretty bad movies, but you’d think that by now she’d have found a way to be in something of quality ever. Plus her guest shot on last week’s Entourage annoyed the Christ out of me, mostly because the other characters were treating her like she was Sandra fucking Bullock (you know there’s no way she lives in a house that big), and I hate that she pronounces her first name “ah-na.” If your name is spelled “Anna” rather than “Ana” and you’re pronouncing it “ah-na,” you suck. Period.]
Anyway, back to Rumer. It’s often been said that she is a living example of one of those Conan O’Brien worst-case-scenario if-they-mated gags. It’s true. It looks like they painted Demi’s features on Bruce’s giant head.
The fact that her parents are letting this unattractive, notoriously potty-mouthed 18-year-old forgo college and take baby steps into a career that is obviously doomed, one whose failure will be exhaustively chronicled in the press, is so depressing that it makes me cringe at the sight of her just a little bit less. But not much.
Rumer Willis is a ‘House Bunny’ [JustJared]
Marc Jacobs’ Out cover makes us throw up in our mouths a little. And wait till you hear him attribute his methface/facial wasting to …wait for it…diet and exercise. Plus this honey of a quote: “Right now I can’t even imagine being attracted to someone who isn’t in a healthy place on all levels.” So I guess if your much-younger boyfriend is an ex-hooker, it’s the “ex’ that counts. [Gawker]
How can you tell that the Writers’ Guild of America is preparing for a strike? Because A-listers start signing on to obviously wrong-headed projects just because they’re ready for a green light. Hence, Drew Barrymore and Jennifer Connelly have agreed to star in Ken Kwapis’ film adaptation of He’s Just Not That Into You. To be released in A.D. 2008. [Hollywood Reporter]
Stuart Townsend got kind of fat. We always new Charlize was the breadwinner in the relationship, we just didn’t realize it was this much bread. [Egotastic!]
God has blessed The Duggars Inc., an Arkansas faith-based nonprofit…er, family…with its 17th child, who was born Thursday. You may recall Michelle and Jim Bob Duggar (he’s an Arkansas legislator) from their numerous TV appearances, in which they revel in the miracle of unprotected heterosexual sex and beg for donations.
The Duggars - who live largely tax-free by claiming their home as a church - anoint all of their wombfruit with names beginning with the letter J, so little #17 is named Jennifer (wait…one of their children is named “Jinger,” yet they hadn’t gotten around to “Jennifer” yet?). We can’t imagine why the letter J is so appealing. Maybe they’re J. Lo fans, and will be going en masse to see La Lopez’s new blow-pus, El Cantante, this weekend.
I really can’t add anything to the Duggar discourse that hasn’t already been said over at the Datalounge (home of the classic “Somebody needs to tell her it’s a vagina, not a clown car” remark, upon the news of Michelle’s pregnancy), so here’s a highlight from there:
17 kids and she had a 30 minute delivery? At this point she just has a waterslide attached to her womb.
So, when Jim Bob fucks her is there any sensation at all, for either of them? After the first half dozen kids, or so, it’s gotta be like the Holland Tunnel up in there.
Couldn’t have put it better myself. Praise Jesus. Here’s hoping at least 1.7 of the young ‘uns are gay.
Couple welcomes 17th child [MSNBC]
Couple welcomes 17th child - and wants more [Datalounge]
