Want to know what's really wrong with America, righties? The fact that these vapid, talentless sisters with horrible taste in men and an inverse brain to ass ratio have somehow found a way to get rich. Why not pick on them? (Besides, I think they're from the Middle East or somewhere).
I knew Mary Jo Eustace and Dean McDermott when they were married. She was a bitch on wheels and he was miserable with her. Personally marrying Tori was a good thing for him, professionally notsomuch.
Amy must have dropped her husband with the quickness. It was like yesterday I saw her on the Today Show going to ball parks and eating hot dogs or something with that fool. Now she's going to marry Billy Shue. Crazy...
you know I hear a lot of folks diss on actors for making like $100k for a months work but at least they do some work for it. that month is typically 4 weeks of 6 day weeks at 12-14 hours a day on set if not literally on set then stuck in your trailer where there isn't always satellite tv, internet, a masseur etc but you are stuck with a book and some suduko puzzles.
what do these girls do. date, break up and get knocked up.
"We didn't go to J-school, we don't care about market research or handsome anchors, and we are making up our own rules as we go along. That's probably why all these squares want to work for us now."
So we're the squares now? What the fuck are they? The Drapes? Actually, I might go for that, that's kind of hot. Does this mean I get to buy saddle shoes?
I just had to mention (because I'm a Canadian living in Central America right now, and I miss Food Network Canada like crazy) that we have some pretty spectacular TV chefs back home. As far as reality TV goes, I'm not surprised Mary Jo Eustace gave the middle finger to any US producers. The closest thing we have to reality TV is, in fact, on Food Network...it's called "Chef School", and it is the msot unpolished, soundtrack-free, raw, honest television I've seen in a long time.
It's a heartbreaking article, and a Shakespearean tragedy if true. MJ needs to get out of debt and his handlers want quick cash, so it leads to 50 concerts scheduled basically behind his back. The article makes it sound like the mere weight of this task killed him.
Meanwhile, did anyone catch that the name of this writer's book is The Final Years of Michael Jackson? How creepy is that? It's apparently been the working title of the book for months. From theglobeandmail.com:
Mr. Halperin himself wasn't talking Friday, except to say that the timing of the book's publication shouldn't be construed as a rush job. "I timed it because I knew around this time he was a candidate to die. I'm being totally up-front about that.(His Montreal publisher also said Friday it always planned to have the book out before the concerts.)"
I've written it elsewhere, but I wonder- did Jackson have a death wish?
His pattern of massive loans, massive defaults, fleeing, wooing the next sucker or sheikh, on the scale of hundreds of millions boggles the mind. He must've known it'd catch up with him someday.
If a novelist invented a great star who burned through tens of millions of dollars every year in whims and indulgences, constantly putting off his creditors and fleeing to the next locale, knowing he'd never pay, agents and publishers would reject this as outlandish and far-fetched. Yet that seems a sketch of jackson's life- spending like a fiend, constantly evading creditors on a massive scale.
I also wonder about his moral debts- like Christ being tempted by Satan , "all of this can be yours", I wonder if excessive public adulation didn't warp Jackson into thinking any desire of his should be fulfilled- the damning lawsuits and trials, yes.
That's what I refer to. Imagine living life on such a scale, where ideas of honoring debt, and perhaps ideas of morality, are absent- like a Roman emperor, the exploits of which, via Suetonius, are still appalling in their decadence. And abuse of innocents.
Imagine living the life of literally doing anything you want.
Jackson seemed to live the last fifteen years of his life like someone who knew he'd never repay his staggering debt. He lived as a person who let no whim go unfulfilled, and it was monstrous to behold. He behaved as if he'd won a trillion-dollar lottery, yet he didn't seem to have a single friend in the world. A voracious unhappiness. Of course it's all speculation, but a novelist couldn't convincingly create a figure like Jackson.
I hate to admit that the National enquirer was right but in January they said he had 6 months to live. This event also is bringing to light how friggin ridiculous Deeprak Chopra is, have you read any of his statement's on MJ the last couple of days? I had no idea he was this much of a sleezeball liar.
That Beatles catalog rumour has been around for years. I think it was even in Dominick Dunne's reporting for VF. If MJ had switched to legal sex partners, that's great news to hear.
You saw the joke from Popbitch?
Farrah Fawcett gets to Heaven, and God meets her at the Pearly Gates. He says, "Oh Farrah, I'm SUCH a fan of yours! Got the poster and everything! I'd like to give you a wish, anything you want."
Farrah says, "Thanks, God, that's really nice of you. I'd like for all the children in the world to be safe."
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Foster, WHAT? Oh my God, that just made my day. Dying laughing.
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what do these girls do. date, break up and get knocked up.
that math is so off
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So we're the squares now? What the fuck are they? The Drapes? Actually, I might go for that, that's kind of hot. Does this mean I get to buy saddle shoes?
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Okay, done. Back to my Colombian soap opera.
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Meanwhile, did anyone catch that the name of this writer's book is The Final Years of Michael Jackson? How creepy is that? It's apparently been the working title of the book for months. From theglobeandmail.com:
Mr. Halperin himself wasn't talking Friday, except to say that the timing of the book's publication shouldn't be construed as a rush job. "I timed it because I knew around this time he was a candidate to die. I'm being totally up-front about that.(His Montreal publisher also said Friday it always planned to have the book out before the concerts.)"
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His pattern of massive loans, massive defaults, fleeing, wooing the next sucker or sheikh, on the scale of hundreds of millions boggles the mind. He must've known it'd catch up with him someday.
If a novelist invented a great star who burned through tens of millions of dollars every year in whims and indulgences, constantly putting off his creditors and fleeing to the next locale, knowing he'd never pay, agents and publishers would reject this as outlandish and far-fetched. Yet that seems a sketch of jackson's life- spending like a fiend, constantly evading creditors on a massive scale.
I also wonder about his moral debts- like Christ being tempted by Satan , "all of this can be yours", I wonder if excessive public adulation didn't warp Jackson into thinking any desire of his should be fulfilled- the damning lawsuits and trials, yes.
That's what I refer to. Imagine living life on such a scale, where ideas of honoring debt, and perhaps ideas of morality, are absent- like a Roman emperor, the exploits of which, via Suetonius, are still appalling in their decadence. And abuse of innocents.
Imagine living the life of literally doing anything you want.
Jackson seemed to live the last fifteen years of his life like someone who knew he'd never repay his staggering debt. He lived as a person who let no whim go unfulfilled, and it was monstrous to behold. He behaved as if he'd won a trillion-dollar lottery, yet he didn't seem to have a single friend in the world. A voracious unhappiness. Of course it's all speculation, but a novelist couldn't convincingly create a figure like Jackson.
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You saw the joke from Popbitch?
Farrah Fawcett gets to Heaven, and God meets her at the Pearly Gates. He says, "Oh Farrah, I'm SUCH a fan of yours! Got the poster and everything! I'd like to give you a wish, anything you want."
Farrah says, "Thanks, God, that's really nice of you. I'd like for all the children in the world to be safe."
And BAM! God killed Michael Jackson.
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