Hey guys, I’m hitting the road this coming week for a long-overdue holiday. I hope you all have a safe and fun Independence Day, and a great week next week. And until we meet again, please enjoy some ’80s magic from the Go-Gos.
This right here is why tabloids need to go away. What a disgusting, invasive, exploitative cover. The man could possibly be dead in this picture, and you choose to put it on your cover? Wow. It really doesn’t get much lower than that.
See, here’s the thing: If you’re going to try an homage to Rose McGowan’s 1998 VMA look, or if you’re just trying to out-skank her, you need to go for it. ALL THE WAY. Don’t punk out with a nude body suit underneath.
I’m not going to lie, Billy Mays got on my nerves. Every time I saw him on television, shilling some new, “amazing” product, I thought, “Why does he always have to yell?”
But the yelling made him stand out, and it got him endless commercials and even his own reality show. And while it got on my nerves before, I’ve noticed my television’s been a lot quieter in the days since his death, and believe it or not, that makes me kind of sad. R.I.P., Mr. OxyClean.
New York’s The Cut fashion blog has a cool style retrospective on Michael Jackson. What’s almost as interesting as the clothes is watching how his face transformed through the years. Of all the photos, though, this one’s my favorite:
For a lot of people, myself included, Michael Jackson’s death brings up a lot of conflicting feelings. We mourn the musician whose incredible talent changed music forever. But we can’t help but think about the weirdo who dangled his baby over a balcony, disfigured his face with plastic surgery and was charged not once, but twice with child molestation. It’s hard to reconcile those two very different characters. Keep reading →
HOLY SHIT. You know, earlier today when I talked of death coming in threes, I never expected this to be the third. Y’all, I am in total shock right now. I feel like a part of my childhood just died.
Since I’m too stunned to write a proper tribute right now, I’ll leave you with a couple of my MJ favorites. R.I.P., King of Pop.
When we lost Ed McMahon and doctor/author Jerri Nielsen Fitzgerald this week, I had a bad feeling Farrah Fawcett would soon follow, as I’m a believer in the old death coming in threes superstition. And sadly, I was right as Fawcett passed away today at age 62 after a long battle with cancer. I guess you could say Charlie’s angel loss is heaven’s gain. Rest in peace, Farrah.
OK, we can all see Fergie’s outfit is hideous, but that’s not what really bugs me about this photo. What I’m more concerned with is her face. What’s going on there? It looks, I dunno, off. Like she’s had some plastic surgery or something. I guess it’s just the makeup she’s wearing, and if that’s the case, she should probably rethink replicating that look again. No one’s makeup should make them look like Joan Rivers.