Kendrick Lamar fortunately didn’t succumb to the violence surrounding him during his formative years in Compton: the children tainted by violence, trigger-happy policemen, the overall sense of…
Misty Copeland and her rise atop the ranks of the competitive world of ballet has been one barrier-shattering moment after another. On Tuesday, it was…
Here’s The Great One’s super-hot daughter Paulina Gretzky hard at work doing what she does best: posting pants-meltingly sexy bikini pictures to Instagram. I’m telling you guys, Paulina’s a real natural when it comes to the competitive world of professional Twitter modeling. And with this much talent, if she keeps it up, she’s going to become more famous than her dad someday. If she isn’t already. Yow.
Here’s The Great One’s super-hot daughter Paulina Gretzky hard at work doing what she does best: posting pants-meltingly sexy bikini pictures to Instagram. I’m telling you guys, Paulina’s a real natural when it comes to the competitive world of professional Twitter modeling. And with this much talent, if she keeps it up, she’s going to become more famous than her dad someday. If she isn’t already. Yow.
Everyday is Halloween for Jessica Simpson…I mean sure…She’s looking like a middle aged Texan soccer mom on her way to the grocery store to buy meat for her Hamburger Heler….and sure I like that she rolls, and I mean that in the rolling down the stairs to the fridge as fast as she can , as well as the competitive bread eating, as much as I mean hanging with a chubbier girl than her to make her look skinny. Oldest trick in the book….and sure I like that she’s out there trying to get knocked up to make the pregnancy rumors true, otherwise she’d have to admit the fat suit she’s been working on the last 5 years for the costume that is part of her, was a bad idea that got her no where… So here’s Jessica Simpson dressed like she’s either pregnant, or fat, with a fatter chick to make her look skinny, except when it comes to competitive eating contests between them, that Jessica Simpson dominates. Who cares.
Just how possible is it to like the audition rounds of American Idol ? 35%? Or so? Less? They’re such unending trials of schmaltz, nerves, and cruelty, packing none of the torch-song determination of the competitive weeks. American Idol ‘s supposed to make us say, “I want to live ” and not “I want to cry for the rate of idiocy in the heartland.” Oh, Milwaukee. The tryouts in Wisconsin’s most beer-friendly city were fine, but only these three auditions (including a young lady I will soon call Harmonic-a Lewinsky) made the evening worth our cheeseheaded devotion.