This Week in Tabloids: Kate & Queen Locked in Flaming Hell-War of Egos
CelebritiesWelcome to Midweek Madness, in which a Slinky filled with loose Dayquil capsules falls down a fire escape in Soho and lands in a pile of discarded fake eyelashes outside an embarrassingly aggressive club. I’m your host, the one you thought you got rid of. This week, we’ll learn all about how Leo dissed Rihanna, Kim wants a DIVORCE, Jessica Biel won’t let Justin Timberlake see a baby come out of her vagina, and Taylor Swift stays skinny by eating GRUBS, SEEDS, AND REGURGITATED PLANT MATTER (eating like a bird).
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KATE RUSHED TO HOSPITAL!
“Palace orders media blackout!” screams the cover. I love media blackouts but the hangovers are THE WORST! We begin our journey with some absolutely shocking news about Jennifer Aniston—at the Oscars, she was “straight-up drunk!” She “grabbed Selena Gomez’s butt and told Sofia Vergara she wanted to ‘eat her up.'” Some other people at the Oscars were NOT getting along quite as sexually: Chrissy Teigen rolled her eyes at NPH, Meryl Streep didn’t want to talk to Jessica Chastain, Jared Leto “ogled” Behati Prinsloo in front of Adam Levine. Emma Stone sent Andrew Garfield videos from the red carpet all night long, which is really sweet. The cover also talks about why Clint Eastwood was “snubbed” at the Oscars—”his staunchly Republican views.” Probably because he’s white, too! The last tidbit of disturbing news is that Anna Wintour and Rita Ora were talking a lot at dinner. “Congratulations to the Boost Mobile Rihanna on her first Vogue cover” is what I’ll be blogging from my deathbed in approximately seven months.
Back to the First Family of Calabasas: Kendall and Kylie are mad that Kim brought Nori to Fashion Week to overshadow them—they think their sister was using the baby “against them to get attention.” Scratch the “against them” and they probably nailed it! Okay, Kris Jenner has moved her boyf into the house and is “cooking, cleaning, and paying for everything,” only one of which I believe. Back to Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence (??), their “showmance” and “sizzle” has “fizzled.” No more “flirtatious friendship” on the set of their new movie Joy. They’re just in director’s chairs far across an empty lot, locked in a Brechtian fart battle until the end of time. Back to RihCaprio: Leo said Rih-o was “no one special.” EXSQUEEZE ME???
Okay, here’s the cover story. Kate Middleton had a false alarm about having her baby but she’s not actually having her baby and it’s all okay!!! She’s been having Braxton Hicks contractions, and one day had really sharp pains and went to the hospital, and then 24 hours later was cleared. “She kept saying ‘Are you sure?'” says the source, which is cute, imagining Kate repeating that over and over again. Since then, Kate’s hired round-the-clock nurses, and is *STRESSIN* because William is going to be in East Asia for business for awhile, and the stress is *SHOWIN* because she didn’t dye her roots? Whatever. The article is followed by a nasty little two-page spread about who is losing weight better than who, post-baby Blake Lively or post-baby Kelly Clarkson. Guess which person the tabloid thinks is doing it better? Later, my horoscope says “Life is moving at top speed, and you have no time to waste on unproductive people,” so I think I’ll take that as my cue to move on.
Grade: D- (sharting while saying your marriage vows)
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TWINS!
The ESTEEMED MAGAZEEN starts off strong with a “simulated re-creation” of the fatal car crash in Malibu that may have Bruce Jenner up for vehicular manslaughter charges: he is apparently also known for aggressive driving around his own neighborhood. YEESH okay let’s just move on because Brangelina’s children WANNA GO TO REAL SCHOOL! (Brad, ever so Midwestern, is into this idea and probably like “Huh, I’ll guest teach shop class, bahh, let’s build houses for birds”; Angelina is coming around and is stopping by various LA schools [VIA BROOMSTICK, PROBABLY] to see what’s suitable for her brood.) Ariana Grande and Lea Michele are having BITCH FIGHTS on the set of Scream Queens, their new project with Ryan Murphy. Ariana “rolls her eyes anytime Lea talks.” Ariana’s just a baby though, she can’t even see that far, the eyes do that accidentally.
Kim wants Bey to move to her neighborhood in Los Angeles, but “Bey doesn’t do suburbs—especially one populated by B-list actors and reality stars,” says the kind country grandma OK! found to be a source. Teresa “Ikea Monkey” Giudice has gained 15 pounds in her one month in prison because she won’t eat cafeteria food, but just “high-fat concessions.” I’ve made some high-fat concessions in my life you know what I mean airport Cinnabon on the return flight you feel me? Jessica Biel has “banned” Justin Timberlake from the delivery room because she is “terrified for her husband to see her in pain and looking awful.” I believe that’s what the Lord would have wanted you to do, MARY CAMDEN! Tom Brady is going to give Gisele Bundchen his Super Bowl Ring, which I bet is going to mean SOOOOOOO much to her omg. Blake Lively “clearly didn’t use [her pregnancy] as a ‘license to eat,'” says a “fitness and weight-loss expert” who probably makes everyone cry in the line for the bar bathroom. OMG JAMIE CHUNG GOT SOMBRÉ, which is not a misspelling of SOMBER, but subtle + ombré. Horrible words! And Joan Rivers’ Upper East Side apartment, which she called what Marie Antoinette would have wanted “if she had money,” is on the market for $28 million—it includes crystal chandeliers and 23-foot ceilings painted to look like a blue sky.