Leave Britney alone!

No? You don’t want to either? Like the majority of America, I watched the Video Music Awards for one thing and one thing only: Britney’s comeback.

Criss Angel was going to help her walk though mirrors. Maybe there’d be smoke. A snake? High wires? Explosions! Something big.

At 9:00 pm on the dot I ran out of the shower and sat in front of the TV like a little kid on Saturday morning, eagerly awaiting one of the “biggest comebacks in decades”.

And then, we all know what happened.

I don’t know a lot about dancing, but I know that when you start off your routine looking like an awkward 7th grader at their first boy/girl dance, something is wrong. I also know almost falling over in your shoes and needing your dancers to help you up and down steps is something my grandma does (except my grandma doesn’t use dancers…that would be excessive).

50 Cent seemed confused, Rihanna laughed her ass off, and Mindfreak Moron was nowhere to be found. There was no smoke, no theme, and not even a good costume (you’ve had two kids, girl. Give those sequined undies a rest). Read More »

• Cameron Diaz is a homewrecker! (TMZ)

• iPhone: The wait is over. (breitbart)

• John Stamos is sloshed down-under. (bestweekever)

• Posh and Moss party in PVC pants. (fashionizing)

• Prince’s newspaper promo has record stores pissed. (perezhilton)

Chris Angel: Mindfreak—and stalker?

The weird magician, who just recently escaped from a concrete block suspended in the middle of Times Square (no, I didn’t go watch it. I had other things to do. Like de-hair my couch), has a bit of a thing for actress Cameron Diaz.

The two were recently reported together a few weeks ago in Las Vegas, “canoodling”, “snuggling”, and other stupid words for 48 hours straight. Then Diaz packed up and went on the Shrek tour, and Angel became freakily attached.

“I’d like to dedicate this to my girl Trouble, a.k.a Cameron.” Angel shouted as soon as he escaped his concrete publicity stunt last Monday, “I love you, baby.” Read More »