This Week In Tabloids: Mariah Carey Smears La Mer Moisturizer on the Asses of Her Twins
CelebritiesWelcome back to Midweek Madness, in which Intern Tanisha Love Ramirez and I hurt ourselves attempting to wring gossip from In Touch, Us, Ok!, Life & Style, and Star. This week, Katie Holmes is now calling Suri “Sara”; NeNe Leakes is calling Kim Z. a racist; and Mariah Carey is calling Bergdorf, because she needs more La Mer, STAT!
Ok!
“Jen’s Sudden Wedding”
Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux’s “secret” and “sudden wedding” is neither secret, sudden, nor actually happening. The mag’s umpteenth cover story crying wedding wolf fails to provide proof of impending nuptials. But who cares about fake weddings when we can compare a distant ex-husband to a shiny and new fiancé? Justin is sooooo different from Brad Pitt because whereas Brad gave Jen a swirly engagement ring and vowed to compromise on the temperature of their home, Justin gave her an emerald-cut sparkler and promises to put a baby in her. (Fig. 1) Meanwhile, Katie Holmes was “caught kissing a new man” — except the smooch was with her Dead Accounts co-star, Josh Hamilton, and the kiss was in the script. Lies! Princessing ain’t easy, ya’ll: Duchess Kate has HAD it up to her shiny-locked head with living in a palace, surrounded by servants, courtiers and royals. Yuck! Middleton wants “the life of a commoner”, complete with trips to the grocery store, date nights at sticky-floored movie theaters and going topless whenever she damn well pleases. Give Kate and her royal tatas freedom! And whilst you’re selling your eggs and plasma to afford holiday gifts this year, Mila Kunis gets a $7,000 ruby facial, Angelina Jolie spreads $745 worth of fish eggs on her skin and Serena Williams pays $5,000 to soak in a tub of Evian water, daisies and her own filth. Oh, and Justin Timberlake likes to dunk his Oreos in milk for exactly 7 seconds. God help you if that cookie soaks for a single second longer.
Grade: F (equivalent to violently banging your head against desk ten times)
Life & Style
“Baby News!”
Every celebrity couple and single woman in Hollywood is going to have a baby. Someday, at least. But for now, the mag will lead you to believe that because some of the stars featured in the cover story someday hope to mix egg and sperm, they’re having babies right now. Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton want babies one day, but they’re too busy to make at the moment. Cameron Diaz happened to turn 40 the same year that her closest friends are spewing humans from their loins, so obvs. she is “ready to grow up” and have a baby. The Duchess of Criticism, Kate Middleton, thinks that Pippa’s boyfriend, banker and hotel heir James Mathews, is not good enough for Pippa. Things between the two sisters have become so tense that Kate, gasp, failed to throw Pippa a private dinner party in celebration of her party-planning book. For shame! In other feuding siblings news, Kim Kardashian is totes jelly of her sisters because while she’s gallivanting around the world playing dress-up with her music mogul boyfriend, her sisters are scoring new jobs, raising babies and dropping weight without her. In a story supposedly covering Jen Aniston’s “vamp-over” the mag throws together out-of-context pics in an effort to create a space-filling story. Jen wears a sundress to a day-time event and becomes the “girl next door”, she wears a leather dress to an evening awards ceremony and is suddenly sexy and cool. Also, watch as the mag suggests that Jen dresses for her boyfriends, as opposed to dressing for the occasions, such as shorts for a baseball game, a dress for an outing, cargo pants for errands, and a black winter jacket for a winter date. (Fig. 2) Moving on: Taylor Lautner may be eye-candy, but he’s not cheap… The oft-shirtless werewolf requires two weeks advance notice and $20,000 for each topless scene he’s in. Lastly, here’s that Twilight yearbook you never asked for (Fig. 3)
Grade: D- (equivalent to jabbing a fork ten times into area of torso where your uterus is located)
In Touch
“$20 Million Fight”
You pay for a brand spankin’ new $20 million fight and instead receive recycled news set in a Frenchy new locale. Kourtney Kardashian and her co-star in life, Scott Disick, have taken their bickering to France, this time fighting over Scott’s desire to put a ring on it and Kourtney’s desire for a prenup. The mag questions Scott’s recent uber-romantic behavior towards Kourtney while the pair were in France, suggesting that he’s trying to woo Kourt into dropping the prenup. In summation: We ain’t callin’ Scott a gold digger, but he ain’t messin’ with no broke sister. From prenups to breakups, the best thing to come out of the Selieber breakup is the description of Justin Bieber “working it” backstage at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show on November 7th. Though the mag was referencing the Biebs’ mad game wit da ladies, one can’t help but envision Justin putting on his best Zoolander pout and strutting. In a spread exclaiming insincere horror at starlets’ once-again “scary skinny” frames, the mag only proves that once-skinny-still-skinny stars look “healthier” when they wear clothing that cover up their chests. (Fig. 4) Offering some healthy body-image prospective, Kelly Clarkson shares that yeah, she’s lost weight, but will probably gain back some “love pounds,” and she and her boo are just fine with that. In a case of poor layout planning, the mag features a short story about Brooke Burke-Charvet’s battle with thyroid cancer on the same page as a blurb about how Lauren Conrad loves ordering in and drinking champagne while she gets her hair did, and Duchess Kate Middleton wears the same dress twice. Ugh. What else? Katie Holmes has taken to calling Suri “Sara” to avoid unwanted attention while in public. Introducing Sara Cruise! No word yet on how Katie plans to tackle the fact that her daughter still LOOKS like Suri Cruise, the most recognizable seven-year-old in America. Finally, David Beckham takes Wednesday from hump day to hunk day. Thank you, sir. (Fig. 5)
Grade: D (equivalent to dragging a crisp 100 dollar bill across the skin between thumb and index finger, inflicting deep paper cut)