Here she is world, here she is boys!
Dubbed the “Chubby Mai-Tai Marie Antoinette” (by our beloved staff member Stinky), Imelda Marcos is set to get an Evita:The Rock Opera treatment this coming March at the Adelaide Music Festival in Australia. (more…)
Celebrity watchers are burning up the chat rooms this week with news that Paris Hilton has dumped her chihuahua Tinkerbelle for being too old, too fat, and just too damn heavy to heft up to nipple-line for those adorable look-at-ME! photo ops.
The lapdog-cum-purse-prop has been replaced by a much younger chihuahua, Bambi, which the Toronto Fashion Monitor repeatedly — and somewhat cruelly — kept describing as “teacup size.”
The reaction from PETA was, as you might expect, a Code Level Red Alert. The animal rights organization has a history of overboard passions and might just as easily have firebombed Hilton’s L. A. digs; instead, they issued a fiery condemnation: (more…)
There were Christers waving banners admonishing celebrity-watchers to repent. There were gender-bender girls in glitter gloves and angled fedoras. There was even one mad thing waving a tri-color French flag that read “FRANCE — YES YES — MICHAEL.” But above all there was a lone figure in the crowd that kept catching our eye.
She was holding a birdcage.
Outside the Santa Maria courthouse, the Jackson fans waited for the verdict that would decide for some of them whether they would go on a rampage through the streets of the city. Some prayed, others sang, many were on cell phones, and everybody waved when they got the word that the cameras were panning. The mood, we were told by the Court TV reporter, was “guarded.” Meanwhile, back in the studio, Nancy Grace and her coven of shapely harpies were predicting a grand slam for the prosecution.
“This. Is. A. Moment. In. Legal History, folks,” Grace told us in bite-size chunks, her sunbelt lilt on the rise. “An icon, really. An American icon. Known all across the world. Some people believe Michael is a diety!” Her voice dropped to an end-of the-world hush. “A cross between a man and a god!” (more…)
We hear that the increasingly sci-fi Star Jones confided to the coffee-klatch audience of The View that were she ever to end up in Terri Schiavo La-La Land, she has a living will that instructs doctors NOT to unplug any plugs or remove any damn feeding tubes, thank you very much.
Being a devout Christian gal, who offered tips on "Christian dating" in a recent book and subsequently married a very pretty mocha-colored Christian man (who has allegedly been known to fall to his knees in trembling paroxysms of prayer while ministering to the wayward homosexuals of Fire Island), Star is a vocal advocate for the "culture of life" — her own. (more…)
Oh, George! At 43, no longer a Boy. The years have not been kind. A failed come-back, a failed Broadway musical, and now we hear he’s "the hottest DJ in New York " (according to a fan site.)
All of which have made Boy George a delightfully nasty fount of venom and gossip.
The favorite target for his usually fair but withering edicts are fellow pop stars, particularly those who have had longer, steadier times in the sun. Elton John, for instance, had to quietly send out mutual friends to tell the Boy to please shut the fuck up after George took him apart in a recent interview. "You’re making a fool of yourself," George was told. "And Elton is offended." (more…)
“IT’S SO ODD HAVING SO MANY MEN OBSESSED WITH MY PENIS. If I had a more normal-sized penis, none of this would have ever happened,” laments Vincent Gallo to Gawker in response to the statement last week from an actor who alleges he was Gallo’s "cock stand-in" in Nightcharm’s favorite unwatchable film, the Vincent Gallo directed, Vincent Gallo written, Vincent Gallo produced Brown Bunny, which stars — yes, you’ve guessed it! — the Eight Wonder of The World Himself. Well, actually, not so much Mr. G. as Mr. G’s upright, party-size dick. (more…)
