Scarlett Johansson is an overrated sloppy mess of a celebrity who should not be lying on a yacht in a bikini, although if she was gonna be in any position in a bikini it might as well be lying down, so we don’t have to see her gut hang over her bikini bottoms, but can pretend her sucking in is actual fitness…..but she should be at the fucking gym, wrapped in sara wrap, tryng to sweat off her cellulite ridden body…. I mean, she’s done, a divorcee in her 30s who peaked long ago and should have never got the attention she got, I don’t even know why we bother acknowledging that she exists….even when in a bikini. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
I personally think Kim Kardashian is pretty hot, there’s just something about her that gets my nether regions all hot and bothered, but these post workout shots aren’t really doing it today. It’s got to be pretty frustrating for this chick, no matter how hard she works out she’s never going to lose that big booty. Ever! Look at that weird thing, it just pops straight out. Weird. It’s not like her legs are fat or anything either, she’s in good shape. When she dies that thing should be put in the Natural History Museum.
Even Neil Young couldn’t resist. “This is a town in north Ontario,” he says at the beginning of Neil Young Journeys , Jonathan Demme’s uneven, engrossing combination of road-trip documentary and concert film. Journeys opens with Young in his hometown of Omemee, which alert Ontarians might note is not actually all that far north. It’s less than two hours from Toronto by car, which is how Young and Demme travel there, in a stately 1956 Ford Crown Victoria, for a gig at the city’s famed Massey Hall. He’s one of those legends Americans tend to assume emerged from one of their forbidding landscapes, or pockets in time. In the decades since he went from busking for change on Toronto’s streets to playing folk rock with Buffalo Springfield in the 1960s, Neil Young has become something of a Rosetta Stone across several worlds, including the Canadian-American axis. A number of genres and eras of music can be traced through his career, and many of his songs — most famously, perhaps, “Ohio” — document and respond to the times with vigor and alarm. He sang about Elvis and Johnny Rotten in “Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black),” the song Kurt Cobain quoted 15 years later in his suicide note. Around that time some friends and I made a two-hour drive of our own, to the enormous outdoor venue where Soundgarden and Pearl Jam were opening for Young. For us the latter third of the bill was a puzzle; why were our favorites ceding to this aging folky? Then Young shuffled out and rocked our worlds. Massey Hall is more intimate — under 3,000 seats — and at 65, as Demme emphasizes with his clamp-like focus on the performer, Young can still smash it up. Most of the film alternates between brief vignettes of a congenial Young at home and on the road and Young on stage, the impenetrable ax-man with that warbly, mournful, loon call of a voice. After ninety minutes of being so up-close and personal that for long stretches we’re looking directly up Young’s nose (a camera was attached to his mic stand, to dubious effect), the shell of his enigma shows barely a scratch. In Omemee he points out the school named after his father (writer Scott Young) and the home of the boy who persuaded him to eat tar (it’s like chocolate!). The family’s land in Pickering is derelict these days, but Young and his brother (who leads the caravan) remember how and where things used to be. The solo concert looks back as well, alternating between old glories and Young’s ever prolific present — his latest album, Americana , which reunites him with longtime collaborators Crazy Horse, was released earlier this month. The Journeys show, which took place last May, is a blend of songs from his 2010 album, Le Noise , and 1970s gems. At times the combination of the newer stuff and Demme’s static presentation sets the mind a-wanderin’; the mic-cam, for instance, seems like part of a struggle to hold our attention. Even less successful is the intrusion, during “Ohio,” of news footage and big red lettering announcing the events of that day at Kent State University and the names of the victims. It feels unnecessary to crowd that information into a song whose power is increasingly derived from the cumulative reminder, made across decades now, of what was lost; he’s never stopped singing that refrain. The audience is never seen and only faintly heard. This puts a lot of visual pressure on a very inward performer. Young is a beast onstage, to be sure — he seems to re-grow an appendix for each song, so that it can be removed, without anesthetic, before our eyes — but it’s a centrifugal charisma. The more intimate the song (in “Love and War” he confesses to betraying a partner and hitting “a bad chord,” presumably with Living with War , his controversial post-9/11 album; in “Hitchhiker” a laundry list of drugs taken and paranoias suffered is recited), the further away he seems — and the more we long for another minute with that other Young, the one who’ll admit to shoving firecrackers up a turtle’s back end when he was a boy. There’s no way to resolve a mystique like Young’s, as Demme seems to be discovering. Journeys is his third Young documentary in the last six years. Partly that has to do with the preservation of his talent: If all the new songs aren’t killers, all the old one weren’t either, and he remains a remarkably strong and dedicated musician. I think the other part has to do with the more abstract idea that while he’s often treated as an elder statesman — we’ve tried to make him one, “godfather of grunge” being one label — his legacy is more that of an elusive fellow traveler, one who has been telling our stories all along. Demme saved “Helpless” for the credits, where it played over images of small-town Ontario. I cried like a baby. Follow Michelle Orange on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
Anthony Davis and his Unibrow are on the come up It’s hard to not talk about NCAA champ Anthony Davis without mentioning his attention slorin’ unibrow. Now, after raising some major eyebrows over the course of his college hoops career, Davis seems destined to be the #1 pick in the 2012 NBA Draft but is still making smart business decisions when it comes to his infamous facial hair. Davis, known for his connected eyebrows, trademarked the phrases “Fear The Brow” and “Raise The Brow” earlier this month. “I don’t want anyone to try to grow a unibrow because of me and then try to make money off of it,” Davis told CNBC. “Me and my family decided to trademark it because it’s very unique.” Davis said that people frequently tell him to cut it, but Davis said he won’t because “everyone’s talking about it.” During Davis’ freshman year at Kentucky, where he led the Wildcats to a National Championship, Davis didn’t capitalize on all the “Brow” merchandise that was being sold due to NCAA rules which would compromise his eligibility. The school kept a close eye on merchants that selling any “Brow” merchandise. So, don’t worry about that signature brow going anywhere too soon. When asked if a razor company could pay him to shave off his unibrow, Davis says that’s not going to happen. “I might have a commercial where I’m acting like I’m shaving it and then throw I’ll the razor down.” We can’t even hate on this savvy business decision! Gillette and Schick, cross at least one athlete off your list. Source
She may have a tumultuous relationship with rap, but Azealia Banks has caught the attention of one of the most notable MCs in the game : Nas. In an interview with Rap-Up, God’s Son showered Banks with praise. “I f*** with that ‘212,’” he said. “She has incredible star power, you can see it already… Continue
Over the last few weeks this Georgia Salpa chick has been making a few appearances on my hotness radar. If you look closely at the very front of her chest area, you’ll know why. The woman knows how to fill out a tank top. Here she is at a premiere of the latest Spiderman movie giving everyone a solid look at her chesticular talents. This is the kind of woman I’m looking for, skinny chicks with massive breasts who knows what her audience wants. She’s not hiding anything, the girls are out for all to see. Awesome.
My Bieber Experience started on May 1 st when my friend, Emily and I were called back for filming after we submitted an application for VEVO, who was trying to find Justin’s Superfan! Let me just begin by saying that Emily and I have been huge fans since November 17 th 2009. The one thing we have wished for over these past years has been to simply have a conversation with Justin. we were so excited and were the first ones taping for an interview that would air on VEVO! We found out in the dressing room that the person who won would be called back tomorrow to meet Justin! We were so nervous but excited thinking that all we had to do was rock the interview. We both did our interviews, then we had to lip sync and dance to Baby. We went crazy dancing over the whole stage and singing as loud as we possibly could. It was the best experience of my life and I honestly felt like such a star just having all the attention on us, getting a real microphone attached to me and just singing and dancing on stage. It was such an amazing experience there alone. But that’s not even the best part. The best part came right after we shot. We walked out with one of the producers asking us, “Would you guys maybe want to come back tomorrow?” OH MY GOSH . The person who came back tomorrow would meet Justin!!! WE WERE SO EXCITED! We were jumping, screaming, and on the verge of crying. I was so happy. The next day, May 2 nd , I had to endure school thinking that I could possibly meet Justin Bieber. I was still a little skeptical because she technically didn’t say we would meet him. So Emily and I left school early and headed back out to the secret location. When we got there, the two producers and director, met Emily, myself, and our moms outside. He said, “Unfortunately, you will not meet Justin today”. I felt my heart sink down into the bottom of my stomach. Then he said, “Just kidding! You will meet Justin today!” At that point of confirmation, I was so excited! We were jumping around, running up and down the halls, screaming, crying, we were absolutely in shock! This was our break! After those 3 years, we would finally have our dreams. We rehearsed some lines, and the director told us we would be able to have a conversation with Justin and ask him anything we wanted. We were honestly the happiest girls in the world and no words could describe this feeling. And this was before we met him! Kenny came out and we introduced ourselves and he said, “Are you guys excited? Because you need to be!” Obviously that just made us even more excited. We waited for about 2 hours, while Justin was interviewing his segment. Mind you, as we were waiting, we saw a matte black Range Rover pass by, and just freaked out a little bit inside. Finally they asked us if we were ready. WE WERE FREAKING OUT ! We walked in and they gave us our places and we read over some lines. The director said, “Do you know what you’re going to ask Justin?” See, we didn’t really know that we would be taped, so we were just thinking that we would have a regular conversation with him, ask about his day, whatever, but no we were going to be filming our conversation so we started freaking out! Then he said Justin will walk out you have to stay here and then start your conversation. So then he came out, I honestly thought I was going to pass out. He was so perfect and amazing and I just didn’t know what to do with myself. He was walking up to us and said “Hey guys! How are you?” And then said “You guys look so pretty!”. Did Justin Bieber just say we looked pretty? *Freaking out in my head!!! My friend and I introduced ourselves and so did Justin, even though we knew who he was obviously! Then he stood next to me and I started asking questions. I was shaking and had to think of these questions on the top of my head so just started asking. After getting more comfortable with Justin, I was totally fine and honestly saw him as a regular kid. We kept talking and then for a second, cameras stopped rolling. He came up to us and said, “Enough of the fake stuff! Come here!” And just came in giving us big hugs and then a group hug . He was honestly the sweetest person ever. Then we gave him the awards, which is why he was there. Justin was honored with 8 certified awards for having 8 of his songs get more than 100 million views on VEVO! We took pictures and were just joking around and I honestly felt like Justin was my friend. We thanked him for being so amazing to his fans and being so appreciative of how much he does for us. We had small talk with Justin, just talking about random things and realized our dreams came true. We had a conversation with Justin Bieber. After a ton of pictures and more shooting, we thanked Justin for everything he did for us again and said our goodbyes. Let me just conclude by saying, Justin Bieber hasn’t let fame hit him. He was the sweetest boy in the world and was honestly so genuinely nice to us and thankful for his fans. As he was leaving, he shook everyone’s hand who was involved, hugged our moms and said his goodbyes to us. I could tell in his eyes how thankful he was for us and I was just so proud to be called a Belieber. I hope we represented all of his fans well and I couldn’t be happier to belong to such an amazing Bieber family! Thank you so much to VEVO for this great opportunity. Justin, thank you for everything you do for us daily. You made my dreams come true and I couldn’t have asked for a better role model in my life. Miracles happen to those who believe in them. NEVER SAY NEVER. -Paulina @bieberbabe1994 Click here to watch the video View original post here: My Bieber Experience started on May 1st when my friend, Emily…
I joke about how I want to bang Octomom because she’s got ridiculous tits and she’s probably the only living person who can help perform the crawl up into a vagina as a full grown man in some reverse birthing porn….. But the truth is…she’s fucking disgusting….and needs to not be doing masturbation porn….but instead needs to be blacklisted and ignored by all mainstream and porn media…she’s the fucking worst….and she shouldn’t be posing in saged bikini pics…big tits or not…..the rest of her can’t support or justify the attention…vile. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
I joke about how I want to bang Octomom because she’s got ridiculous tits and she’s probably the only living person who can help perform the crawl up into a vagina as a full grown man in some reverse birthing porn….. But the truth is…she’s fucking disgusting….and needs to not be doing masturbation porn….but instead needs to be blacklisted and ignored by all mainstream and porn media…she’s the fucking worst….and she shouldn’t be posing in saged bikini pics…big tits or not…..the rest of her can’t support or justify the attention…vile. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
Sophie Monk may be a joke – or at least non-sense people don’t even remember because she’s never really done an actual movie…her real claim to fame is getting herpes from Paris Hilton via a Good Charlotte twin who imported her from Australia cuz she wanted to be Hollywood famous….I think she may have even done the whole popstar thing, at least in Australia, where she won somee reality TV show that got her to be in the same room as Good Charlotte twin in the first place…. The truth is that none of that matters, she’s a fucking nobody, even if she’s got big lips, decent tits, and a vagina capable of eating any pair of pants it faces…you know notorious for cameltoe…Sure she’s hot, but she’s getting old and has got all the attention she deserves, even if she’s doing photoshoots for nuts, half naked pretending to do sports…and even if those photoshoots are kinda amazing to look at…..she still fucking sucks…a real fucking loser….
