German through and through.
Heidi Klum: she’s tall, she has fifty children, she models, she acts, she hosts, she sings songs about shiny stars and jingle bells. Is there anything she can’t do? There is: wear a bikini top. She recently told PopEater that the only thing worse than tan lines is ageism in swimwear.
“I love tanning my body and I don’t love tan lines necessarily. I don’t think too much about what other people think or if they think this woman is too old to wear
The corduroy kid
Rest assured, the #1 paternity drama in Hollywood remains January Jones, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have room to welcome more mysterious parenthood into the picture. Enter ’80s-’90s supermodel Linda Evangelista and her previously dadless son, per the NY Post:
The father of supermodel Linda Evangelista’s 4-year-old boy is none other than billionaire Frenchman Francois-Henri Pinault — who just happens to be the husband of actress Salma Hayek.
The Victoria’s Secret stunner came to court yesterday in hopes of hashing out a support agreement
She's just bein' Miley.
Miley Cyrus sheds her child star status. And her bra. (The Blemish)
The charming and talented Emma Stone is on the cover of this month’s Vanity Fair. Given VF‘s penchant for naked people (see: Keira Knightley’s cover butt), one would assume Emma might be naked on the inside. Nope. All we get is this dumb old dirty old Gwyneth Paltrow without a shirt on. Aw, nuts. I’ll look at it but I won’t like it, I tell you.
Pretend that hand is a foot.
I loved being read to as a child and I still like a nice story now and then, especially if it’s a detailed description of an uncomfortable sexual encounter with a famous person. A Los Angeles-based woman whose name and info I won’t post here (because I’m nice; but you can find it anywhere else if you like) recently hooked up with Quentin Tarantino and wrote out the sordid tale in email form. Apparently she’s friends with someone just like Emma Watson’s hookup’s buddy,
It's like a pink, squirming mountain.
Lots of people refer to babies as “angels” or “God’s little miracles” but let’s be honest: they’re kind of disgusting. They sit in their own biological waste, their toothless mouths straining blindly for something, anything to be crammed into them, they get repulsive ailments called “diaper rash” and “cradle cap”. Troglodytes, all of them. So I can’t blame Octomom for claiming that her test tube babies give her the willies. She tells In Touch:
“I hate the babies, they disgust me. My older six
