Personally, I think it’s funny…
Paris Hilton is single. Again.
Add a zipper for instant punkification.
We totally heart Jordin Sparks and her new video.
Celebrity odd couples.
Does a hot teacher make learning easier? Harder? Sexier?
Personally, I think it’s funny…
Paris Hilton is single. Again.
Add a zipper for instant punkification.
We totally heart Jordin Sparks and her new video.
Celebrity odd couples.
Does a hot teacher make learning easier? Harder? Sexier?
Of all the award shows (what are there, 74?), the Grammys is my absolute fave. Unlike the Emmy Awards or the Oscars that get really boring after awhile, the Grammys are chock full of awesome performances from the best artists of the year. It’s like my dream concert made better by the fact that I get to watch the whole thing on my couch… with a tube of cookie dough.
And last night was no disappointment. Well, maybe the whole Chris Brown/Rihanna sitch – lord knows I would have loved to see her performing. Coldplay and Jay-Z? Katy Perry? Al Green and Justin Timberlake? Our homegirl, Jennifer Hudson?
I was dancin’ in my living room. Yes, cookie dough in hand.
And the red carpet wasn’t too shabby, either. It definitely kept me on my toes. I don’t know what it is about this particular award show, but people really like to think outside the box with their fashion choices. I saw way too many origami-inspired dresses, not to mention the weird thing that Paris Hilton decided to sport. And the guys weren’t much better. I mean, I know Coldplay was performing but did they have to wear those costumes all night? You didn’t see Katy Perry rocking the sparkley Chiquita Banana outfit on the Red Carpet…
Below are some of the more….er….interesting fashion statements from the Grammys. I mean, who really thinks a giant bow should be placed directly over your lady parts?
I don’t know, friends; I just don’t know. At least it made for some exciting TV, though. (Click on the picture to get a glance at the whole weird-lookin’ ensemble.) Read More »
As usual, last night’s Video Music Awards blew. The geniuses at MTV have succeded in turning what was once a borderline semi-entertaining awards show into a series of tedious advertisements between more advertisements. Great Job!
But despite all the foolishness, the red carpet was chock full o’ eye-catching looks… some hot, some way not. So, rather than making you search thru all those grocery-store-checkout-line-webzines for your VMA fashion fix, we have compiled the best of the best and the best of the worst for your viewing pleasure.
BTW Pink- You saying “Lemme Check My Flow” in a song has a way different connotation than when Eminem says it… and the thought makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit.
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It seems like yesterday that all of us were forced (ok, willingly obliged) to sit through the two hour weekly spectacle of American Idol. I can still hear Simon’s snarky comments, Paula’s drunken ramblings, and Randy’s so-white-how-can-you-be-black-“dawgs” in the back of my mind.
Sanjaya seems to have thankfully faded into pop culture history, and we’re yet to see if the American Idol curse will hit Jordin, or skip over her in a Carrie Underwood manor.
Seriously, didn’t it just end? So why, oh why are there already audition dates for the upcoming season? Is it so brave people don’t have to sit through horrible weather as they have in the past? Is it so Fox and the producers of AI can milk advertisers for even more money by making the show longer? Is it because we just can’t get enough?
Auditions begin on July 30th in San Diego, and snake their way across the country to finish up in Philadelphia on August 27th.
Cities hit in between—Dallas, Omaha, Atlanta, Charleston and Miami. My bet for the winner next year? Some cute farm girl from Omaha who will blow everyone away. I don’t know, just seems like an underdog story ready to be blown out of proportion. Read More »
Okay, when I think of Jordin Sparks, the first word that pops into my mind is definitely NOT obese! But, one organization, the National Action Against Obesity, feels that Blake would have been a better American Idol because he’s skinnier.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand the harmful effects of obesity, but really, Jordin Sparks? Come on! I am sure there are much better examples of obesity than the lovely Ms. Sparks. Maybe she could be classified as a bit overweight, but obese seems to be pushing it.
Think this sounds insane like I did? Well just wait until you watch the YouTube clip of the organization’s President and Founder, MeMe Roth, explain what she thinks of when she looks at Jordin.
Give the girl a break for goodness sake, she was just named the youngest American Idol and has enough pressure to worry about right now before we start jumping down her throat about her weight. A weight that actually looks pretty normal to me.
Aight, aight. Yo. Sorry, I had to do it…I’m going to try and make this brief because—let’s face it—American Idol has gotten a little old this season, and I’m sure we’re all tired of hearing about it. So let me start with the judges….
I know it’s not a fashion competition, but what the hell was Randy wearing? You know he thinks he’s a general in his own mind. Yes, I believe he loves himself that much. Paula—I’m sorry about the bruise on your face, but do you have a speech impediment? To me, she always sounds like she’s talking with a retainer in her mouth, but last night, maybe due to pain killers, it was even more pronounced. And she was obviously tired from her fall cause she was relatively quiet.
Simon—I love you just the way you are. Maybe with a few more buttons undone. I’m sorry that everyone boos you. You’re the only one that makes sense.
Jordin owned Blake last night. Owned. What Simon said about her wiping the floor with him on the last (kind of wretched, but not surprised it was picked) song? Totally true. She walked out on that stage and it was like she’d already won. She knew she had it. And I loved her dress. Read More »

My finals are done – Organic Chem is still boring – but all just in time for Reality Show Finale time!!!
Ironically, American Idol and its cast of sellouts have been the king of their timeslot for a long time. They have been unbeatable! Alas, last night my future husband, Apolo Ono smacked down Simon Cowell, drunk Paula and the “Dog Pound” guy. Apolo beat out N-SYNC Joey, with the help of that horrifically cute and flexible blonde (damn her).
American Idol, on the other hand, was quasi-painful. I know it has made them a lot of money, but it is way TOO formulaic.
Singer sings with various arm movements and “riffing,” maybe a stroll through the audience. Singer finishes. Ryan pretends he is straight. Randy “shouts out” to his “dog pound” while “keeping it real.” Paula has a swig of whatever is in her Coke cup while kissing the singer’s ass. Simon, clad in white or black t-shirt, is honest and blunt amid a shower of boos. Back to Ryan, playing it straight. Read More »




Can I begin by saying that I was slightly worried that last night was the first night the contestants had two songs to sing. I didn’t know there were eight good Bee Gees songs to choose from.
But, because most of the performances sucked, I ended up being really impressed by the songwriting. I had no idea that some of those tunes were written by Barry Gibb. And he was wonderful with the contestants—complementary of their talents, helpful in his advice. Good on you, Bee Gee.
But I can’t pretend anymore. Worst. Idol. Ever. This season officially blows. Maybe others decided that earlier on, but I really have been hoping that these Idols-to-be would kick it up a notch, and prove to America that they’re worthy to be there. But really… they’re not. Read More »
