The bad: Ryan Seacrest is hosting the 59th annual Primetime Emmy Awards. We're obsessed with red carpets and awards shows, so we're still going to watch; but, the alcohol intake will have to increase exponentially and our valleys will have to be waxed. Think about it, let it marinate, and love it.
The bueno: boys kissing on a daytime soap! From As the World Turns.
Call us Proud Marys. (Or Marias?) We never do anything nice and easy and the finish is almost always rough.
Not selling out, not needless synergy - just the meeting of a guilty pleasure and a pop delight.
We may not have papers or ID, but frankly, People doesn't give a damn.
Whose Chest Is Best?
After being fired from The View and enduring Rosie O'Donnell's constant taunting, Star Jones has finally decided to set the record straight about her drastic weight loss, shocking us all by revealing that she did, in fact, resort to gastric-bypass surgery.
Like any attorney, Star says she was ''intentionally evasive'' when people asked how she'd dropped 160 pounds in three years. She weighed 307 pounds at her heaviest. This amazing woman writes about her weight loss in a first-person essay in the September issue of Glamour.
THIS IS ALL WE GET?? Lindsay gets arrested for DUI and coke possession and Paris loses and regains her inheritance in four hours. What is Star Jones bringing to the entertainment table? It was clear she had gastric bypass; the only way to lose so much weight is with drastic surgery or by puking until both Olsen twins come out your mouth. If this is Star's way of getting us to watch her show on Court TV (it exists), she's failed.
We could reconsider if Big Gay Al (her husband) comes out on her show.
(FYI: Tomorrow, the gals on The View will announce who's replacing Rosie and Star for good.)
Back to Paula.
Two great videos via WOW.
First up, Underdog's worst enemy: an army of laser-dodging hott bitches.
Followed by another clip from CBS's Big Brother 8. Here, we find Nick "I'm not gay, but if I was" LastName discussing the list of guys with whom he'd sleep. Note the "Brad Pitt - duh" comment, as well as the "Have you seen 'Snatch' or 'Fight Club'...? W-o-w" gem.
Springfield, Vermont, has been proclaimed the official hometown of the Simpsons. The town beat out 13 other Springfields for the honor, which includes hosting the premiere of "The Simpsons Movie" on July 26th.
Page Six reports that Spike Lee wants to stage a revival of “Stalag 17,” the 1951 play about POWs that was made into a classic World War II movie by Billy Wilder.
Nobody cares, we know, but consider this: Lee will stage the revival on Broadway early next year, with Clive Owen in the role of the camp commandant and with Mark Wahlberg topping the list of actors to play the William Holden character.
Drool.
Say adios to Bravo and Logo, let go of the remote control, and step away from the Details: Mark Burnett is catering to the 'mos.
Reality producer Mark Burnett is developing a primetime series involving the bone-crunching sport of mixed martial arts.
Too obvious. Simple and lazy, even. "Bone," martial arts, "approved in fewer than half of U.S states," etc.
All we need to say for now is that Pride never ends sometimes.
"Boy Shakira" is the best thing to come out of America's Got Talent, which means Boy Shakira will be gone by next week. Sad, because summer hottness is rare and we need some manly hip-shaking BAD.
Amerie might suffice, though - mami is a stunner. And her new track "Gotta Work" is our latest late-night motto.
Finally, we endorse whatevs this is. Funny and viral, like our lovers.
How appropriate! Today's Puerto Rican Day Parade in NYC coincided with this weekend's L.A. Pride Festival.
Ricky, sadly, couldn't make it to both. But at least he sacrificed himself by hiding his true hottness under *gaspy* facial hair and a wife-beater dating back to "West Side Story," all to build (from afar) queeny self-esteem in the City of Gay-Chubby Angels.
Oh, and J-Lo was also around. Hopefully she didn't shatter any Fifth Ave. store displays!
Some random blogger watched Dancing with the Stars and was reminded of that one movie, "Center Stage." Any excuse to let out the gay within is fine by us, so behold:
YUM.
Hate the hair color, don't care about the fact that Real Madrid beat Sevilla, impressed by the pole dancing, drawn to the torso, ready to get down to business.
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Las Latinas are happy. And not drunk or high. These are a few of our favorite things (today):
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition's Ty Pennington was arrested early Saturday morning in L.A. on suspicion of being under the influence of alcohol and drugs while driving.
The Advocate's Adam Levine interview. Sample -
Q: Do guys ever hit on you? A: Not outwardly. Not, 'Hey, you wanna make out?' It doesn't happen to me. I don't know why. But I never really pick up on when I'm getting hit on anway - unless i'm into it, and then I just convince myself that they're hitting on me...I'm not into d***. I wish I were. It would be so much easier. Because, you know, men have a certain camaraderie with each other that's easygoing and kind of simple, when you think about it. Sometimes men and women clash mentally, although physically it works out.
Q: If you were into guys, who would be your type? A: Oh, there are beautiful men out there. Antonio Banderas is gorgeous. Well, maybe not so much anymore. He peaked around "Desperado." I mean, every male secretly wants to have sex with Brad Pitt, but that's a given.
The above hott picture of Larry King.
