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<![CDATA[How Twitter Saved the Celebrity P.R.]]> Blogs, Facebook, and Twitter were supposed to liberate famous people from old-media gatekeepers. But John Mayer, Courtney Love, and others are teaching us that public figures are terrible at shaping their own image.

But who can be expected to do a good job as a one-man show in the swiftly professionalizing business of pretending to be an amateur? Even the gossips aren't doing the gossiping themselves. Even Perez Hilton is too busy hobnobbing with the people he ostensibly writes about to personally deface their photos anymore. It's understandable. Being yourself online is a full-time job. Ideally, for someone else.

The notion that blogs and Twitter will replace gossip has been around for a while. What's left for the tabloids if the stars reveal everything themselves? The gossip rags ought to fade away as celebrities interact with fans directly, and tell their stories their own way. Or so goes the webheads' theory.

But as Hollywood actors and musicians adopt Twitter en masse, the theory's getting a real-time test — and proving wanting. It turns out that media gatekeepers were really saving celebrities from themselves. As anyone who's written a magazine profile knows, what editors and readers want is an appealing, well-told story — not a numbing stream of trivia. And that means discarding far more material than one can ever use.

Facebook, Twitter blogs, and other media of the moment are a repository for that cutting-room floor — the ephemeral discards of mostly mundane lives. One man's trash is sometimes another man's treasure. But more often, it's just trash.

"It's inherently silly and it's inherently dumb," John Mayer, the musician and former Jennifer Aniston paramour told E! last week. Wise of Mayer to figure this out, though a bit late, since his Twitter addiction reportedly spurred his most recent breakup with Aniston. Mayer's smart enough to realize that Twitter is making him look like a fool to loved ones and strangers alike — but not smart enough to stop using it.

Courtney Love, meanwhile, is getting sued by a designer, Dawn Simorangkir, whose wares she once fancied, over ranting comments the professional Kurt Cobain widow left on MySpace and Twitter. Love has never been known for her self-control: Witness her unprovoked '90s-era rant about cheese, unleashed on an unsuspecting zine editor. But media which enable her to talk unfiltered 24/7 give us all too much insight into an obviously unbalanced mind.

Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton likewise have done themselves no favors in their blogging habits. Far from correcting their louche reputations, their overshares have cemented it.

Then there's the notion that fans would just sit back and receive all this information without comment. Jamie Spears, Britney's dad, is suing BreatheHeavy.com, a Britney Spears fan site, for allegedly invading his daughter's privacy. "I will destroy your ass!" Jamie Spears reportedly told BreatheHeavy webmaster Jordan Miller. (In fact, Jamie Spears may be mad about BreatheHeavy's aggressive questioning of the conservatorship arrangement under which he controls his daughter's finances.)

What's the solution? These people all need professional help. But since they're unlikely to spend the time they need on the psychiatrist's couch, they'll doubtless end up hiring assistants adept in social media. Ghostwritten Twitters are the hot new Hollywood must-have.

Every tweet will be media-coached. Every blog will be relentlessly edited — and then have typos inserted for authenticity. (Is that why someone pretending to be Rachael Ray consistently misspelled the cooking-show personality's name on a Yahoo blog?) The kids who are pretending to be celebrities on Twitter today will no doubt get paid to do it in the future.

Hilariously incompetent flack Jonathan Jaxson, who recently settled his legal spat with client Kim Zolciak of real Housewives of Atlanta, seems to be a pioneer here — in the sense that all pioneers get arrows in their back.

(Photo of Mayer by Getty Images; Spears by X17 Online)

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<![CDATA[Marathon Spares the Undiscovered Third Nipple of Ryan Reynolds]]> As near as we can tell, Ryan Reynolds is known for these five things, in order: shirtlessness, marrying Scarlett Johansson, that Pizza Place show, the Canadian teen soap Fifteen, and pantslessness (NSFW). Considering that two of those five accomplishments leave Reynolds pretty exposed, we thought that there was little left to discover about his impressive physique — that is, until he sat down with Rachael Ray to talk about the effect his recent marathon run had on his body:

Rachel Ray: You blogged a lot leading up to the race about worrying about your nipples. There is no nice way to say this, your nipples bleed from the friction and stuff.

Ryan Reynolds: Weird things happen to you. Thankfully all three nipples are fine. I was really concerned because I was at the finish line two years ago, and I watched these people coming in and it was like watching the music video to “Thriller.” It was really horrifying to watch, and I thought what am I going to do about this? I know you’re supposed to put Vaseline on, and some people said if you put Vaseline on if your chest you’re going to be fine. I was like, should I wear a running bra? Will people know?

Hold the phone, now! Can the eternally barechested Reynolds really have a third nipple that has somehow escaped scrutiny? A Google image search for "Ryan Reynolds shirtless" turned up no discernible evidence (yet still felt completely worthwhile), though an invaluable blog named Quadnips mentions that Reynolds is rumored to be superfluously endowed. Ryan, we're waiting for proof. We'll take a high-res photo (sans Weinstein Co. doctoring) or an in-person examination. We're not choosy!

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<![CDATA[Shannen Doherty Insists You Only Call Her Brenda When The Mortgage Payment's Due]]> Recently bestowed with official "icon" status by the L.A. Architectural and Faded Starlet Landmarks Association, Shannen Doherty pulled up a chair at The Rachael Ray Show table to discuss her recent cryogenic career-defrosting, appearing on a short but heavily promoted arc on the new 90210. She vigorously denied harboring any regrets about her decision to abandon the original series at its peak, explaining how the strain of playing a fictional bitch week-in and week-out was ultimately taking its toll on her real-life, bitch-being pursuits. As for why she chose to return to the fabled zip code, she admits she was hesitant at first; ultimately, it was something she did less for herself than for her fans—those "Brenda!"-chanting masses who have kept both her and her dogs in natural fabrics and macrobiotic vittles since her days on Little House on the Prairie. [Rachael Ray]

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<![CDATA[Won't You Take a Whiff of Jessica Simpson's New, 'Fart-Proof' Perfume?]]> Apparently Jessica Simpson is still doing... things... and one of those things is a new perfume scent, maybe? That's the story she told Rachael Ray, and it seems plausible enough, though we're a little more skeptical of the singer's insistence that she's "completely" in charge of making the product ("Vanilla bean smells completely different than vanilla. It's really weird!"). Still, her unenthused patter briefly comes alive when Ray spritzes some "Fancy" (it is called this) into the air, causing Simpson to point out the perfume's unique bonus: the ability to queef in an elevator without anyone being the wiser. Ladies, do not try this at home. [Rachael Ray]

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<![CDATA[Paula Abdul Accidentally Swallows Own Tongue During 'Rachael Ray Show' Brownie Binge]]> · It's really not the end of summer until Paula Abdul salivates over a Tupperware container filled with Rachael Ray's delicious Klonopin-chip brownies. Side note: We believe that video breaks the world record for on-camera time in which Ryan Seacrest remains completely silent. [RR]
· HBO's online arm HBOlab is launching a new web series starring YouTube microcelebs. At least one passionate YouTube critic is aghast at the results. [YouTube Reviewed]
· Requisite Annoying The Dark Knight Sequel Casting Rumor of the Day has Michael Caine confirming Johnny Depp and Philip Seymour Hoffman will play The Riddler and The Penguin, respectively. We stand by our assertion, however, that Hoffman was born to play The Kangaroo. [MTV]
· We know we dumped Defamer Job Listings, but that doesn't mean we can't still pass along an opportunity here or there: "Verso Entertainment is looking for an office/personal assistant for company President Cash Warren (yes, J. Alba’s producer hubby). Work with Cash personally and with his new website ibeatyou.com which launched Spring 2008. Agency experience preferred." [Mail To]
· Remember how much fun we had with the Scatalogical Madonna Song Title Game? Well, just wait for Anus Blanket Bingo! [big. crush.]

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<![CDATA[Food Network Courts Spew-Ready, Binge-Eating Demo With 'Eat the Clock']]> As proven by the longevity of G4's spew opus Hurl! (eight weeks yesterday!), television has finally reached that crucial cultural point where America's taste for swampy gastric drama may yet outstrip its taste for... well, taste. To wit, even the Food Network — our Moms' favorite leisure-time destination — is ready to push its programming to levels of guttural extremity unseen since Iron Chef Sakai wore a necklace of calf intestines to a climactic tasting in 1999:

The Food Network is getting into the competitive eating genre with a new series tentatively titled Eat the Clock.

The show, from Pie Town Prods. (Rachael Ray's Tasty Travels), is described as a cross between an eating competition and The Amazing Race. Two teams of contestants rush to various Los Angeles eateries and gorge themselves in face-stuffing challenges.

The Hollywood Reporter notes also that the pilot will shoot soon, ready for a first-quarter premiere should it get picked up. And while it doesn't necessarily uphold Hurl!'s mandatory ralphing standards, the prospects of a voracious tandem accidentally stumbling into the Newsroom Cafe's C-rated kitchen with a mandate to win or go home seems like a competitive twist we could get behind. Or better yet, a tie-in finding the actual fruit of Rachael Ray's "tasty travels" launched 10 feet across her kitchen in a compelling Food Network first. Our moms would love it.

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<![CDATA[Even Rachael Ray's Audience Can't Get Excited About Awful, Faux Paparazzi Service]]> Perhaps inspired by the Britney-prompted downturn in paparazzi profits, former commercial photographer Tania Cowher has come up with a novel (yet terrible) solution: allowing non-celebrities to hire their own personal paparazzi via her service Celeb 4 a Day. After all, who among us hasn't yearned to be stalked by a loudmouthed photographer screaming, "Over here! Look over here, you bitch!" on the way to Walgreens? The answer is "almost everyone," at least if this clip from Rachael Ray is the judge. After grilling Cowher, Ray asks the audience to raise their hand if they'd use the service themselves, soliciting a feeble response. Next time, Tania, try Oprah: the audience will scream in pleasure when O yells "You get Getty Images! You get an X17 subscription! EVERYONE GETS A BAUER-GRIFFIN LOGIN!"

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<![CDATA['Rachael Ray Show' Overrun By Litigious Aneroxics]]> ray.jpgIn what will easily go down as the Most Insane Legal Filing of the Long Weekend, a male employee at The Rachael Ray Show has named producer CBS and several other staffers in a legal filing seeking $1.5 million in damages for anorexia discrimination. From TMZ:

Admitted anorexic Aaron Ferguson just filed suit in Manhattan, alleging that his boss — the "Rachael" accountant — slammed the show's executive-in-charge, Priscilla Taussig, as "too skinny to do her job," demeaned anorexics as "sick in the head," and even commented, "Did you see Priscilla today ... all you can see are her sickly bones."

It doesn't take too much of a leap to find the implicit humor in a cooking show accused of discriminating against its employees for being too skinny. But when you factor in that the show in question was none other than Dunkin' Jihadist Rachael Ray's, the flaky layers of delicious irony practically melt in your mouth—as who would ever have thought that as she was busy fattening America up with the details of her signature Eleven Cheese Crusty Broccoli Casserole, the people processing her payroll were wasting away right underneath her button nose all along.

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<![CDATA[30 Minute Proust]]> Rachael Ray, America’s Favorite olive oil distributrix, has decided that her talk show, two Food Network series, magazine, cookbooks and Islamist Dunkin' Donuts endorsements are not enough. She's writing a memoir so we the hoi poloi can find out what it's like to say "So Delish" and "Yum-O" all the time. Well, according to Ted Cassablanca, Rachel's being rather difficult with her publishers, insisting on calling her memior EVOhno, and missing deadlines. This is not the perky, pliant Italian-Cajun girl I came to know and loathe on 30 Minute Meals, but it's hard to bargain with a woman who knows where to find the cheapest breakfast burrito in all 50 state capitals.[E! Online]

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<![CDATA[Tired Of Sex]]>
· From clingy dresses to canine masturbation, from mean-spirited reviews to disappointed Cosmo swillers doling out handjobs, we found ourselves oversexed in our city.
· The same cannot be said for Clay Aiken — he's pregnant!
· We were accused of being part of an "extraordinary smear campaign" after passing along a tip about Dan Aloni's alleged angry outburst on the Fox lot.
· Angelina Jolie gave birth to two lovely, genetically perfect children named Isla Marcheline and Amelie Jane. Wait, no she didn't. That left Entertainment Tonight paying the ultimate price.
· George Clooney bought Sarah Larson a one way ticket to Dumpsville.
· Lindsay Lohan's lesbian love was generously endorsed by Michael Lohan.
· Ben Silverman forgot to sync his Blackberry, enraging Ari Emmanuel [sic].
· We found out Kirsten Dunst wasn't drunk or drugged, just depressed. Then her pants caught fire.
· Sharon Stone got bit by the karma chameleon.
· The season finale of 'Lost' left us all wondering who's in the casket? Hint: he feels good!
· 50 Cent pulled a Left Eye (allegedly).
· We saved you $150K.
· Rachel [sic] Ray was in hot pursuit of extra virgins in the afterlife.
· We wept a little on the inside when Bill Murray's halo was tarnished.
· The End Of Ideas train kept plowing forward, picking up motormouth cops and ouija boards along the way.
· ScarJo CloneGate!
· We paid tribute to the dearly departed Sydney Pollack and Harley Korman (and angered a number of humor-challenged readers along the way).
· The next time we end up drunk in Tijuana, we are definitely getting that Patrick Swayze Centaur tattoo.

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<![CDATA["Dunkin Donuts is one of our sponsors," Idiot!]]> The anchor of Fox's "Good Day New York" thinks this Rachael Ray/ Dunkin' Donuts controversy (recap: Celebuchef Ray wore a keffiyeh in an ad, right-wingers were outraged, the company pulled the ad) is so stupid. It is! When the story came up this morning, he acknowledged that he can't stand Rachael Ray and doesn't even care what this controversy is about. Cue co-anchor Jodi Applegate leaning over and hissing (audibly): "Dunkin Donuts is one of our sponsors." His backtracking is magical! Please, click to watch this moment of journalistic integrity in action.

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<![CDATA[Easy-Meal Jihadist Rachael Ray Promised 72 Extra-Virgins In Paradise]]> When leading fried-treat purveyors Dunkin' Donuts hired Rachael Ray to represent their brand, they had no way of knowing the white-trash-cooking guru would use that platform to further her own take on the United States of America as a Satan-loving nation that wallows like a pregnant desert jackal in a cesspit of its own making. Unfortunately, that was exactly the message delivered by her Middle Eastern-influenced accessorizing choices, and the internet ad featuring Ray wrapped in a keffiyeh and sucking thirstily on a cruller-flavored latté has since been pulled from their site. Yes, Ray's extremist leanings are shocking, but should come as no surprise to regular The Rachel Ray Show watchers who found it nearly impossible to come up with the "blood of a thousand Zionist filth-dogs" component of her Extra Chee-Z Shells n' Cheese recipe, no matter how many specialty markets they searched in.

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<![CDATA['Ellen' Tries To Poop On The Rachael/Rosie Love Parade]]> In a Battle of the Lesbian Talk Show Titans (and Rachael Ray, who isn't a lesbian, despite the fact that we could easily picture her spitting out tobacco juice from a softball dugout), producers of The Ellen DeGeneres Show made a last-minute attempt at blocking today's Rosie O'Donnell-themed episode of The Rachael Ray Show. The reason? Concerns that Ray's syndicated series, which used Telepictures-owned clips of Rosie's old show, would beat Ellen's (also a Telepictures production) in the ratings. The Scoop reports:

A spokesperson for the Rachael Ray show confirms the report. "Yes we did receive a legal complaint from Telepictures about Rachael Ray's tribute to Rosie. We think the complaints are invalid and without merit. We stand by the show. And, it will air as scheduled ... May 2."
The source suggested that Telepictures waited until the last minute in hopes that Ray's producers would balk, and can their pre-taped tribute to O'Donnell. "It's unbelievable," said the source. "They didn't just want to pull b-roll, they wanted the whole show off the air."

A spokesperson from Telepictures denied the complaint and said, "We love Rosie and can't wait to watch the show."

Despite Telepictures's grinchy efforts, the show aired without interruption today, delighting fans of both loud-mouthed personalities with an unabashedly nostalgic walk down Rosie memory lane, topped off by Ray's no-fuss, no-muss recipe for an "absolutely yum-o" Koosh Ball-and-cheese casserole. We've included O'Donnell's entertaining recollection of the first time she met Martha Stewart—in prison—above. ("The flavor of lemon" is now our de facto response to any question asked of us: Try it. It always works.)

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<![CDATA[Why Oprah And Rachael Ray Hate Each Other, In Words And Pictures]]> Frankly, we don't know what might have come between Oprah Winfrey and Rachael Ray, the easy-meal guru and multimedia mogul whose career she helped to launch. But there it is, plain as day, on the cover of the new issue of trusted celebrity news source National Enquirer: "YOU MAKE ME SICK!" Four little words that will change...everything. Obviously, there was no guaranteeing that all Harpo hatchlings would remain as loyal to their mentor as, say, a Nate Berkus, available round-the-clock to board an O-emblazoned helicopter whisking him off to solve 4 a.m. window-treatment crises in Santa Barbara. Even Dr. Phil, that unspeakably bald evil that Winfrey almost certainly wishes she could undo, maintains a level of civility with his Maker. But not that pistol Ray—her feisty Sicilian and Cajun ancestries rendering her even more ornery than a cankle-afflicted Kirstie Alley.

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<![CDATA[Despite Cancellation Rumors, Rachael Ray Performs Nicely Among Highly Coveted Alter Kaker Demo]]> ray1.jpgPage Six has ignited quite the firestorm with their report today that Rachael Ray, the homecooking guru whose open-mouth circumference quite improbably exceeds that of her entire head, is at high risk for cancellation. The reason: dwindling ratings and a rapidly aging demographic, whose calcified joints can barely manage to crack open a bottle of EVOO. (We wont get into the hard numbers here, but if you're really interested, the Sixers throw up a bunch of pie charts and nanaimo bar graphs to prove their point.) But wait! A representative from King World disputes their claims, saying Ray has managed to even outperformed the talk show deity who fashioned her in her own image out of a variety of dipping sauces. From HuffPo:

Some of what King World told HuffPost this morning:

"The "Rachael Ray" show is one of the best talk show performers and during the recently completed February sweeps period there was only one show performed better — Dr. Phil. In today's Broadcasting & Cable you can see a story about how well we did during the February sweep that saw Oprah was down 15% from last February, Regis and Kelly was down 16%, Tyra Banks down 13% and Martha Stewart down 27%. [...]

[I]f we want to talk median ages in first run syndication let's talk about Regis at 56.1, Oprah at 54.6, Wheel of Fortune 64.1 and Jeopardy at 63.2. Our show has a wide appeal with audiences in all age groups."

And don't even get them started on such geriatric syndie smashes as Maury at 89.3, Merv Griffin's Crosswords at 94.5, and Judge David "Justice with a Snap" Young at 117.9! Once you put the numbers into perspective, Ray's 55.1 median age makes her audience the tweens of the syndicated viewership market. Certainly, with this youthful, trendy, spend-happy demo—the twolds—in her corner, Ray has nothing to worry about where cancellation is concerned.

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<![CDATA[Rachael Ray Peddles Her Wares In Barren Ice World]]> [TV personality Rachael Ray filming a special show at the Bryant Park skating rink today; image via WENN]

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<![CDATA[Rachael Ray's Pearly Whites And Hulkster's Pythons Reaffirm Our Faith In America, Brother!]]>
Recently separated Father Of The Year Hulk Hogan appeared on soon-to-be separated Rachael Ray's cooking show cum chatfest today. While we aren't entirely sure what kind of dish they whipped up when they hit the kitchen, we're fairly certain it was comprised of a potent conconction of prayers, vitamins and EVOO. But the story here isn't about foodstuffs, it's more about the palpable sexual chemistry that these two icons of All-American goodness CLEARLY have between each other. When Rachael pawed at The Hulkster's deeply tanned 22-inch pythons, we were struck by a vision, a glorious vision of stars spangling and rockets red-glaring their way deep into the night while as the two made passionate l-o-v-e in the name of chopped cherry trees and purple mountain's majesty. Pay heed to our video clip and try telling us you don't see the same thing.

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<![CDATA[Rachael Ray Shares Formative, Psyche-Scarring Moment With A Scandalized America]]>
And here we thought The Martha Stewart Show was the only place to tune for a slice of darkly awkward pie: Dirty Jobs host Mike Rowe popped by The Rachael Ray Show today to discuss the always-appetizing topic of roadkill removal. It was clearly a sensitive subject for the home-cooking guru, who soon admitted to a past littered with vehicular critterslaughter. Nothing, however, could have prepared the audience for the conscience-clearing admission that was to come, a tale so shocking it was immediately met with an audible gasp from the studio audience, followed by a sneaking suspicion that the secret ingredient in her signature Meaty Mac n' Cheese might not be "lean ground beef" as the recipe officially calls for. The chilling confession after the jump.

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<![CDATA[Rachael Ray Does Her Impression Of A John Cusack-Convention Nerd]]>
For American women of a certain age—let's say, somewhere around the Ricki Lake/Rachael Ray generation—the utterance of the very name John Cusack is enough to instantly reawaken first stirrings of celebrity puppy-love ecstasy. Give those women their own talk shows and a captive audience with the boombox-hoisting object of their romantic adolescent fantasies, however, and things can quickly get pretty awkward.

Fresh from being tricked on The View into asking Lake on a date, now watch in amazement as the 30-minute-meal guru hovers over Cusack like a freshly baked broccoli, cheese and bacon casserole. As Ray tosses aside a cue card obviously compiled by some Cusack-illiterate to ask her own questions, the Better Off Dead star's reaction can only be described as being about as enthused as someone who's just been gifted with a bag of rocks and screwdrivers from an overzealous fan.

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