Hey all you thirteen-year-old girls who check out CelebNewsWire every day for the latest in celebrity nip slips and upskirts, put down your Bratz dolls and your Nintendogs, 'cause we've got a treat for you. And he goes by the name Jesse McCartney. Sure, he's talking about the state of Jennifer Lopez's womb, but still, we'll probably never mention him again, unless he turns out to have a secret sex tape with a cast member of Laguna Beach or one of the Olsens or something, so enjoy.
Here's the story, see: Jennifer Lopez was slated to star in the totally-not-ill-conceived big-screen version of Dallas. Then she wasn't. Rumor had it that she was a big ol' Liberace-level diva and was fired. And this Jesse McCartney fella, he's dating Katie Cassidy, who scored the role that Jessica Simpson was after. Follow? OK. So McCartney made a surely sought-after appearance on an Atlanta radio show and let a little secret slip. From WWTDD:
[DJ Vicki] Locke inquired, "Oh, so I bet your girlfriend can give us the scoop on why Jennifer Lopez was fired from the movie?" Without thinking, McCartney replied, "She didn't get fired. She's pregnant." Oops. J-Lo and hubby Marc Anthony haven't exactly made that news public yet. Locke reports that McCartney then looked nervously over at his female handler and quickly changed the subject. "It was kind of a 'Oops, what did I just do?' moment," Locke told Buzz. "It quickly became 'Can we just talk about the record?' When the microphones were off, he just looked at the woman with him and asked, 'Was I not supposed to say anything?"
Silly Jesse McCartney, you're young and haven't quite acclimated to the ways of Hollywood yet. Don't you know that revealing inside information about J.Lo's baby cavities (or even about her preferred eye shadow brand, for that matter) can land you in a worse position than Mel Gibson? Jenny could probably send one of her army of assistants over to, what? the set of your latest USA Network film, and have you force-fed fur remnants from JLO by Jennifer Lopez track jackets until you were unable to ever speak again. That, or she could send Marc Anthony to perpetually stand eye-to-knee with you and cackle until you were so thoroughly freaked the fuck out that you couldn't leave your bed for two straight weeks.
You can see J.Lo naked at MrSkin.com. Just try not to think about her husband while you do so.
