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Tiger Woods: Spotted Running!

After nearly three months of rumors, speculation and salacious gossip, the first actual, visual Tiger Woods sighting since Thanksgiving night has been recorded. Dude went jogging in Florida yesterday. Big news, we know! Wearing a black cap, Nike shirt and gray shorts, the world’s #1 golfer, who had not been seen since wrecking his car November 27, was running with his trainer. A source says the photo of Woods was taken ” with his consent .” The new image surfaced just hours after his agent announced Tiger Woods’ press conference coming up Friday, in which he will finally break his silence . Tiger Woods jogging. This is front-page news. Having been outed as a sleaze with at least a dozen mistresses, Woods “will be speaking to a small group of friends, colleagues and close associates” tomorrow. “While Tiger feels that what happened is fundamentally a matter between him and [ Elin Woods ], he also recognizes that he has hurt and let down many other people who were close to him,” the statement says. “He also let down his fans.” “He wants to begin the process of making amends.” Although the press conference will not be an “open media event,” arrangements are supposedly being made to “pool” the athlete’s remarks to the wider media. He will not answer questions tomorrow. No word if wife Elin will be on hand, or if Rachel Uchitel will be there covering the event as a correspondent for Extra . Click to enlarge more pics of Tiger on the comeback trail …

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Does Vienna Girardi Have a Secret Boyfriend?

After an emotional episode of The Bachelor Monday, Jake Pavelka has narrowed his list of aspiring wives from 25 to two: Tenley Molzahn and Vienna Girardi. But has he already made up his mind – and is it the wrong choice? According to reports, one of the final two has a second guy on her mind back home. Guess what? It’s not Tenley! Lee Smith, the ex-boyfriend of Vienna Girardi back home in Florida, is very much still in the picture with ditzy one, the new issue of Us Weekly proclaims. “She wants to get back together with him,” a source says, noting that Vienna remains “head over heels” for Smith, to perhaps rather unhealthy extremes. MISTAKE BY THE JAKE : Pavelka is asking for it by picking Vienna Girardi, which he reportedly does for reasons unknown. Lunacy, perhaps. Or her bubbly charm . When The Bachelor wrapped production, Vienna rushed home to reunite with Smith, only to find he had taken up with local waitress Cassie Chamberlain. “[Vienna] got so angry, she walked right into the house and to the bedroom,” a source reveals, claiming Vienna “physically threatened” her and Smith. The couple “woke up to see Vienna standing at the foot of the bed holding a wine bottle, like she was going to hit them with it.” Better run for it, Jake! THG NOTE : This is different than her ex-husband , who claims Vienna cheated on him while he was in Iraq and took all his money to pay for a boob job. Okay, so if she was so in love, why would Girardi participate on The Bachelor? “To be famous,” the source says. “She never thought she’d make it so far.” Who should Jake pick on the season finale?

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The Weird, Weird Murder of Robert Wone

Last summer, the Washington Post delved into the murder of Robert Wone , an ambitious D.C. lawyer who was allegedly killed by three well-to-do gay friends in a polyamourous sadomasochistic relationship. Something called the “EROSTEK ET302R electrical shockwave generator” was involved. Wone, a politically ambitious 32-year-old lawyer for Radio Free Asia, was stabbed to death in the million-dollar townhouse owned by his college friend Joseph Price in 2006. While Wone was straight and married, Price lived with his husband Victor Zaborsky, an ad executive, and his lover Dylan Ward, who played the dominant role in their sadomasochistic relationship. Price, Zaborsky, and Ward say Wone was staying over at their house when an intruder broke in and stabbed him. Prosecutors say they lured Wone there, drugged him, and got into to some really strange sex play. What kind of sex play? The kind that involves the EROSTEK ET302R, which is, according to newly filed documents in the case —prosecutors have charged the three men with obstruction of justice, and the homicide investigation continues—an electro-ejaculation device that was found in Price and Zaborsky’s home, along with a staggering array of extremely avant garde sex toys. Investigators found semen on and around Wone’s anus, but the strange thing is that it was his own semen . So they theorized that Zaborsky, Price, and Ward drugged him and used the EROSTEK to, um, milk him. When he died of an overdose, they suspect, they staged a stabbing and invented an intruder as a cover-up. The whole thing is strange beyond measure, not least because the three accused men were all highly successful and seemingly the picture of upper-class gay propriety: Price was a prominent attorney and co-founder of a Virginia gay rights group; Zaborsky was one of the marketing executives behind the “Got Milk?” campaign; and Ward was a Georgetown grad. And they lived together as a self-described “family” and had a veritable dungeon full of stuff like this, from prosecutors’ newly filed evidence tally: Not to mention books like, Juice: Electricity for Pain and Pleasure :

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JFK’s Cheating Love Letters: The Modern Translation

John F. Kennedy married Jacqueline in 1953, but he was also creeping with many international beauties—including Sweden’s Gunilla von Post , who’s now auctioning off her love letters from the horndog president-to-be. He’s lucky there was no internet back then. JFK: “It now appears as though I shall be coming to Europe at the end of August. Will you be busy – or might it be possible to meet. What are you doing now. Will you stay there for the summer – or will you return to Cagnes. I thought I might get a boat and sail around the Mediterranean for two weeks – with you as crew. What do you think?” Modern translation: “Gurl U no we met on the internet but gurl U no I want U in real life. I’m coming to where U live soon, do U want to meet up? Let’s get a hotel and get nasty. Email me.” JFK: “I was very glad to hear from you again. I still believe I shall come to Europe in the fall – and would like to be sure that you could leave Sweden and come to Paris – or perhaps go to the Cote d’Azur (sic) – Qu’est-ce que vous pense (sic)? Let me know – as I do not want to drift through Europe waiting for a message from the North that never comes. Best, Jack.” Modern translation: “I’m glad UR into it 2 gurl. It’s like R. Kelly said, I wanna get nasty with U. But yo if I come U better not stand me up. For real.” JFK: “I am still in the hospital after two months. I was terribly disappointed that at the last moment I was not able to come to Europe – especially when you were going to be in Paris – and we could have had such a good time. I expect to be here another month – then go back to Washington in January – we will finish there in July – and then without fail – I shall come over – if you are not all settled down by then. Is there any chance you will be coming to the U.S.? Best, Jack.” Modern translation: “Gurl I am so mad I cud not come but I was broke. I still want 2 sex U up and down. Why don’t U come see me? Would save me some cash. Otherwise I still come C.U. Ok.” JFK: “”I must say you are a good correspondent. Under that beautiful, controlled face that still haunts me – beats a warm heart. There is a nurse on this floor that comes from Sweden. But she is dark-black haired. I say to her how could you leave the Venice of the North. But she replies – New York is so much nicer. How can she think that. She must be French. Why do you not suggest to the Swedish Automobile Association that they send you to the U.S. to explain the beauties of driving through Sweden to American tourists – or why couldn’t your cousin have been minister to Washington instead of Warsaw. I leave here Tuesday – and then go to Palm Beach for two months to stay with my family to recover and then go back to Washington. We stay in session in Washington until the end of July and then I return to the mountains of Cagnes. Your Jack. I shall be c/o J.P. Kennedy Palm Beach Florida until March – afterward back in Washington.” Modern translation: “Gurl I want U so bad. U even finer than beyonce. I’m going outta town, here’s my email so write me. My wife will never find out.” JFK: “Many thanks for your letter. I was delighted to hear from you. Send me your picture standing in front of 45 Skyransgatan (sic). I expect to be finished here around the first of August – I thought I would come to Europe around the 12th. If you are in Sweden – I shall come there. There must be a beach in Sweden. If you go to Italy I shall come there. I should like to get a boat and sail around. Qu’est-ce que vous pensez? And then in September – I shall go to Vietnam and Japan sadly. Did you see in the paper that our friend – the cold, frozen Mr. Gavin Welby – got married to Mr. Churchill’s secy. Something must have happened. I have not met your friend – Mona Boheman as yet – but I am looking forward to asking her if she knows a beautiful Swedish girl with a quiet smile who lived on top of a mountain in the Cote d’Azur (sic) in August 1953. Jack.” Modern translation: “Gurl U no U need to send me naked photo. Like they say in that song, U spin my head right round, right round.” JFK: “”I received your letter – and the picture of Visby and your photograph – which I liked best of all. I am now planning to come on the 29th of July on the Ile de France – which gets to Le Havre the 4th of August – or the 5th of August on the United States which gets in the 10th. Sweden must be more than 120 Swedish miles from Le Havre – or is a Swedish mile 5 times longer than anyone else’s mile? I assume you got to Stockholm to to meet your sister in August. Would you send me your address in Bastaad (sic) – and I will let you know exactly where I am. It is hot here – 101° – and I am anxious to leave and to see my Swedish friend. Jack.” Modern translation: “Gurl U no your picture turns me on. I’m coming to your neighborhood to get nasty. Get ready gurl. I am so hot.” Presidential! Read em all. [Pic via ]

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Jay-Z on "We Are the World" Remake: Bad Idea!

When Jay-Z speaks, people listen. That’s the kind of respect this artist and producer has earned. That’s why his critique of the recently-remade version of “We Are the World” is receiving so much attention, as the rapper told MTV News over the weekend: “I know everybody is gonna take this wrong: ‘We Are the World,’ I love it, and I understand the point and think it’s great. But I think ‘We Are the World’ is like [Michael Jackson’s] ‘Thriller’ to me. I don’t ever wanna see it touched.” The man makes a good point. No offense to Miley Cyrus or Justin Bieber (okay, some offense to the former), but the iconic single loses a lot of luster when such young musicians are taking the place of Jackson, Bob Dylan and other luminaries. “I’m a fan of music. I know the plight and everything that’s going on in Haiti. I applaud the efforts,” Jay-Z added. “But… some things are just untouchable.. I think it’s time for us to make a new [song].” Do you agree with Jay-Z? Listen to the remake NOW and then vote below: What d you think of it?

Why Netflix Won’t Be the HBO of the 21st Century

For now, sure you might be thinking of canceling your cable service for a steady diet of Netflix. But Edward Jay Epstein explains why movie studio economics are crumpling the red envelope’s dreams of being the next HBO. Netflix, through the simple device using the post office to bypass video stores, has become one of the great success stories of the new entertainment economy. It now has 11.8 million subscribers who pay a monthly flat fee for an unlimited number of rentals. It gets its DVDS from wholesalers and even retail stores. It can then rent them because of a court-approved “first sale doctrine,” which says that once a person buys a DVD, he can re-sell it or rent it out. Last year Netflix took in $1.67 billion in subscription fees, but because of the high cost of mailing some 2 million discs a day from 50 distribution centers, it only eked out a profit of $115 million. So it is moving onto the Internet, substituting digital streamed movies for ones that are delivered by the postman. Subscribers get them on their TV via a set top box or game console without any additional charge. This “Watch Instantly” service effectively creates a virtual channel that directly compete with Pay-TV for the wallet and clock of viewers. Such a challenge by Netflix could also result, as Frank Biondi the former head of HBO, terms it, “a terminal career decision if you get it wrong.” The problem is that the first sales doctrine does not apply to streaming or downloading DVDS so Netflix must buy digital rights, which is exceedingly expensive for new titles. In late 2008, Netflix found a temporary way around this stumbling block by making a deal with Starz Entertainment, a subsidiary of John Malone’s Liberty Media , to sub-license the streaming rights of the titles it had obtained from Disney, Sony and smaller studios in output deals. Starz held it could sub-license these rights because Netflix was merely a “content aggregator,” but the studios took a dimmer view of this loophole. Disney, according to a top executive involved in the dispute, has warned Starz that it will not renew its output deal (which expires in 2012) unless it either cuts Netflix out or pays Disney a rich premium. Netflix chief content officer Ted Sarandos portrays the issue as merely a communication glitch, saying, “We have to fight against their fear that we~ll destroy the ecosystem.” Despite this well-meaning new-age talk, what is really at stake here is old-fashioned money. The most profitable part of Hollywood’s “ecosystem” is the output deals through which studios license movies to Pay TV channels, cable networks and broadcast stations. According to the studios’s internal all-source revenue numbers , the six major studio took in $16.2 billion from pay-TV and television licensing of their movies in 2007, which was almost all profit. So the threat of sub-licensing for Internet circulation involves a good more than studio paranoia. As for HBO, a subsidiary of Time Warner, it is the undisputed leviathan of Pay-TV. It has over 40 million subscribers, $4 billion in revenues, and a cash flow of $1.3 billion. And, unlike Netflix, it owns the digital rights to a large amount of exclusive material, much of which it produced. Over the past decade it invested heavily in original programming, creating such series as The Sopranos (which cost $2 million an episode) to retain subscribers. This made economic sense because cable systems paid it about $6 a month for each subscriber. As a top Time Warner executive who had authorized much of this original production explained to me, the name of the game is subscriber retention. So HBO is not about to cede cyberspace to Netflix. It’s in the process of rolling out an Internet service called HBO Go which will allow all HBO subscribers to get, as the executive puts it, “anything they want to see, anytime, anywhere, over their laptop, Iphone, tablet, Playstation.” Bolstered by its exclusive content, HBO will initially offer some 800 hours a month of programming a month. Its 40 million subscribers can get at no additional charge over the Internet the linenew titles HBO acquires through its output deals with Warner Bros, Fox, and Dreamworks, past and present original series, HBO boxing, and even so-called “late night” fare such as Alien Sex Files. Netflix, on the other hand, has almost no exclusive content with which to compete with HBO. Back in 2006, it attempted to produce its own original content through a subsidiary called Red Envelope Entertainment, but closed it down in 2008. The brutal reality is that Netflix, with only one-eighth the cash flow of HBO, does not have the scale to produce its own material. Of course, whether or not the Starz deal is renewed, Netflix can exclusively license programming through output deals. But competing in this game, in which the licenses for a slate of two dozen movies can cost in excess of a quarter of a billion dollars, could prove prohibitively expensive. Last year Netflix reportedly spent $100 million on licensing just non-exclusive rights to movies for streaming from Starz and studio libraries . Although this saved postage, Netflix still has to pay the overhead for its distribution centers. Adding hundreds of millions of dollars in output deals to this equation could wipe out much, if not all, of its profits. Netflix has brilliantly carved out for itself a niche audience who largely enjoy the convenience of receiving older movies, which accounts for about two-thirds of its revenue. It will no doubt continue to satisfy and expand this audience via mailing and streaming. But what it lacks is the wherewithal to do is to replace HBO. Edward Jay Epstein is the author of 14 books, including two examining the movie business: The Hollywood Economist: The Reality Behind The Movie Business will be published by Melville House later this month, which follows his 2005 book The Big Picture: Money and Power in Hollywood . Pic of Netflix envelope via Ross Catrow’s Flickr

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An Evening with 13 Year-old Fashion Blogging Sensation Tavi Gevinson

The thing about Tavi Gevinson is: She’s only 13 but she is already a famous and controversial fashion blogger. Last night, Tavi swooped into a Fashion Week party and we were able to talk to her for 1.5 minutes. Tavi started her blog, Style Rookie , back in March of 2008. People took notice because, woah, here is a very young girl from Chicago blogging about something young girls normally don’t blog about and doing it pretty well! There were many articles written about her . She became a muse for designers Rodarte ( “Tavi Gevinson defines Rodarte for Target” ), a columnist for Harpers Bazaar and a Pop Magazine cover girl. She annoyed fashion elite by wearing an enormous pink bow to a Dior show and was subjected to an inevitable backlash at the hands of industry heavies. People whispered that a “team” wrote her posts, that she was fashion’s JT Leroy. Some people whispered this New York magazine. Now, Tavi is synonymous with “fashion blogger” and everything wonderful or terrible one might choose to see in the species. It’s all about access: If you’re bullish on bloggers, Tavi’s weird dress and untrammeled prose prove that only the roaming satellite, the lone enthusiast, can rescue an industry where identically uncomfortable shoes are always sitting atop egg shells, so concerned are its members about being cut off from the goods. But detractors argue that Tavi’s own access derives from her uncritical fawning over certain designers. They see young fashion bloggers like Tavi and Bryanboy as little more than copy writers who work for free samples, eagerly shilling the products fed to them by older, savvier industry folk. Are Tavi and her ilk tools of the establishment or true iconoclasts? Short-lived gimmicks or a revolutionary vanguard? All the anxieties of an access-obsessed industry are reflected, then magnified in Tavi’s tiny, spectacularly swathed frame. After all, if Tavi is the next big thing, you better make nice ASAP. Though this might be totally over-thinking it. To the crowd at China One in the East Village, where last night Brooklyn design duo I Love Factory held a Fashion Week party for a new line of fancy hats, Tavi was a real gut-level, “holy shit!” superstar. Tavi’s entrance—mom and entourage in tow—was heralded by a tectonic shift as partygoers scrambled out of Tavi’s way. Tavi passed through the part in the crowd, back to where models showed off the hats. The two syllables of her name filled the room. A semi-circle of fans snapped pictures with their iPhones. The bolder ones approached her, then the party photographer Bronques waved them away so he could get a clear shot. Positively knee-high, with dyed gray hair and chunky, clear-framed glasses, Tavi looked like a fortune-teller with a malfunctioning pituitary gland. She looked over the product, spoke with some well-wishers then headed for the door. Tavi had just been at the Alexander Wang show, where New York spotted her . She said she felt “kind of mixed” about it when I cornered her at the door; she would sort out her thoughts while writing her post. I asked what she thought was driving Tavimania and her answer can only be described as precocious: “A lot of people tell me I remind them of a younger version of themselves. Other people have their own reasons, I don’t know.” I asked her about the politics of fashion, which she’s complained about on her blog. She said she takes fashion industry machinations with a grain of salt: “I wish the fashion industry could laugh at itself more.” Also, haters, Tavi doesn’t read your stuff. “I spend all day with myself—I don’t need to read about myself too.” Then Bronques brought over party promoter Alexis Mincollo to have his picture taken with Tavi. Mincollo said he had never heard of Tavi before tonight, but Bronques had explained who she was, and he was into it. Tavi gamely posed with Mincollo. Then, maybe seven minutes after she first arrived, Tavi was gone.

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Robert Pattinson Hates On Vaginas

We wrote too soon. Upon reading the initially-released excerpts of Robert Pattinson’s new interview with Details , we remarked that he sounded like an intelligent version of John Mayer: not racist, just clearly a deep thinker about seemingly mundane life issues. But it sounds like Pattinson actually has a slight case of Mayer-itis, as more quotes from his magazine article have been leaked. In the feature, the man adored by millions of women makes a startling admission: he hates vaginas! Is he joking around? For Kristen Stewart’s sake, we hope so. When asked about his shoot with numerous nude women (as pictured below,) here’s what Rob has to say… I really hate vaginas. I’m allergic to vagina. But I can’t say I had no idea, because it was a 12-hour shoot, so you kind of get the picture that these women are going to stay naked after, like, five or six hours. But I wasn’t exactly prepared. I had no idea what to say to these girls. Thank God I was hungover.” WTF?!? Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. Or in this case, the… nevermind. A couple more Robert Pattinson pictures , each of which depict the actor and a naked woman, are below. We really do hope Stewart doesn’t see these photos. What about you? Do you wish Pattinson had considered his young fan base and avoided such racy poses? Has your opinion of Rob changed?

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My Bloody Valentine’s: A Cinematic Disaster

Yikes. We all knew that the new overstuffed, all-star ensemble Love Actually rip-off Valentine’s Day was going to be bad — Topher Grace and Taylor Swift?? — but not this bad. The reviews are in and they are, mostly, scathing. Our favorite is Lisa Schwarzbaum’s F-grade assault for Entertainment Weekly : Valentine’s Day assembles a bouquet of blooming celebrity movie stars including Julia Roberts, Ashton Kutcher, Jessica Alba, Taylor Swift, Taylor Lautner, and Jamie Foxx, shuffles them in skits about love gone right and wrong, and hopes you won’t notice that every skit is lame, every line of dialogue is stale, every joke falls flat, and every performance has been phoned in between text messages to agents blinking, ”SOS!” Durable shlockmaster director Garry Marshall (Pretty Woman, Runaway Bride) and the industrial team that welded the interlocking story pieces into a screenplay that could be translated into Na’Vi without losing nuance have done the impossible: They’ve made attractive stars boring, and reduced love relationships to the weight of a box of Altoids. Cripes! Manhola Dargis didn’t have terribly kind words for it in the New York Times , either: The best and really only sensible thing to say about the dire romantic comedy “Valentine’s Day,” which is neither romantic nor remotely comedic, is that it makes you appreciate and long for the breeziness, acting and basic competency – the decent lighting, focused cameras and choreographed action – of “Love Actually,” the ingratiating British movie it transparently and ineptly rips off. Yes. The very idea of big, dumb, cheesy Americans trying to improve upon what is, let’s be honest, the finest big-ticket rom-com made in the last ten years (sure that’s not saying a lot these days, but still) is extremely irksome. The always-delightful Roger Ebert didn’t exactly detest the movie, though you wouldn’t know that from reading his last few lines : “Valentine’s Day” is being marketed as a Date Movie. I think it’s more of a First-Date Movie. If your date likes it, do not date that person again. And if you like it, there may not be a second date. But, oho!, what’s this? A positive review? Yes, indeed. A couple of critics seemed to actually mildly enjoy the film. Suspiciously, two of them were from California, from the LA Times and the San Francisco Chronicle . Mick LaSalle, of the latter paper, had this to say : At its worst – fortunately, the movie is not often at its worst – there are moments of fake sincerity and even flat-out dishonesty: Sometimes characters do things they would not do and neglect to say things that they absolutely would say. But these flaws are more than balanced by an appealing atmosphere that pervades the whole movie, an almost holiday feeling. The running time is 125 minutes, a lot for a romantic comedy, but the minutes fly by. OK, that still sounds kind of bad. 125 minutes? Jimminy Christmas! That’s a whole lotta manufactured American love junk. We’re intrigued about the film for only one plotline: McSteamy from Grey’s Anatomy plays a secretly gay NFL star who decides to come out and smooch with boyfriend Bradley Cooper. Other than that, though? The Two Taylors can suck it. Though, judging from the picture above, it looks like they already are.

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