Friday, November 26, 2010

The Trivial Pursuit: Black Friday Edition

Homicidal turkey says: You just got stuffed.  Is it true?  Yes, it is.  Are you going to do it again tonight?  Leftovers!  Anyway...

Kanye West shocked his haters and Taylor Swift when his album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy received the oh-so rare, coveted  "10" rating on uber-critical music site Pitchfork.  Personally, I'm officially agreeing with the rating.  I mean, the thing about this album is that literally ever track (excluding the intros and segues) is single-worthy.  There isn't a track I feel compelled to skip over, and that's quite a feat when you consider that some of those tracks are a good 9-minutes long and I've now listened to that album 6 or 7 times.  

Oprah's final "Favorite Things" episode happened this week.  It was a two-parter. People went crazy, there were medics present.  That is not a joke.  If you didn't already hear, the talk show host gave away some typically insane gifts: 3D TVs, seven-day Caribbean cruises, five years of Netflix, a diamond watch, Volkswagen Beetles, etc.  Check out the Huffington Post's crowd reaction video:


Pope Benedict has declared that condoms are alright for folks to use in an effort to prevent the transmission of HIV.  While still no great cheerleader for artificial contraception, the super Catholic amongst us can now rest easily knowing that measures such as condoms are indeed a lesser evil.  That "taking into consideration the risk of the life of another with whom you have a relationship" is important.  Alright, Pope, now, moving on to the next three dozen issues...  [Source: AP via Breitbart]

Jennifer Jason Leigh has filed for divorce from writer/director Noah Baumbach (The Squid and the Whale, Greenberg), thus ending their five-year marriage and creative partnership. [via People]

Some idiot allowed a direct-to-video, Tina Fey-less Mean Girls 2 to exist, and tricked Tim Meadows to return as principal.  The trailer has arrived, and you have no idea how catty I was when I watched it.  I was like, these are the new Plastics?  1. There's nothing remotely "in style" about their wardrobe choices.  Honestly, the budget on this must have been shit because they apparently picked their looks from a $2 rack at Charlotte Russe circa 2002.  Those tepid florals!  Those heinous pastels! Those truly unfortunate gym uniforms!  What are they wearing!?  Note to stylists: unless your location was changed to rural Wisconsin, Mean Girls took place in Evanston, IL.  Evanston is a city that's located just outside a much bigger city (Chicago).  In Evanston, fashion has continued to progress.  More specifically, on the North Shore of Chicago: this would not fly.  No one could rule the school in that headband.   2.  This just looks like garbage.  I mean, really?  Ew.  Wrong.  So.  Wrong.  Boo, you whore.  


A recent cover of Candy magazine, which focuses on "transversal" style, featured actor/writer/student/oddball James Franco in drag.  That's it.  Just look at that picture.  A thousand words.


Lindsay Lohan is no longer involved with the Linda Lovelace biopic Inferno.  Different sources have cited different reasons for her departure.  Lohan herself claims she quit (which, given that she could really use more time to get her life in focus, would be uncharacteristically wise), E!Online has director Matthew Wilder quoted saying the starlet is essentially impossible to insure.  Actress Malin Ackerman has been brought on as her replacement.  

V Magazine's "Who Cares About Age Issue" features three separate covers with three incredibly fierce over-50 ladies.  Jane Fonda, Susan Sarandon, and Sigourney Weaver score well-deserved spreads, with Charlotte Rampling sneaking in as well.  I love it.  I'm getting totally sick of all these supposedly 'adult' women's magazines fretting so much about Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, and Kim Kardashian.  These women are far more fascinating to read about.  They've had actual lives, for instance.  Also, talent...  60-something is the new 35.  25, meanwhile, is probably the new 13. 

Ke$ha climbed out of the dumpster she calls home and went to a party like this.  I have the strangest feeling that when she was younger, she let her Troll dolls and Barbies do some inter-species dating.

Author Robert Randolph self-published a book entitled You'll Never Spa in This Town Again, and has been promoting himself by talking to the tabloids about his voyeuristic encounters with John Travolta in some Los Angeles saunas.  Randolph makes some salacious claims about Travolta's supposed penchant for secret steam room gay trysts of all sorts.  Whether true or not, the juicy details are here. [via Gawker]   

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