I’m Doing Fine, Just Fine, Yea, I’m Doing Fine
Day two of not going to any celebrity gossip sites has been a great success. And while I was tempted to turn on one of those celebrity gossip TV shows (even classier), I opted instead for “Celebrity Rehab : Sober House”, the third installment of the “Celebrity Rehab” series, none of which I ever followed with any consistency but always was a bit intrigued by.
And yes, intrigued due to my former days of being a Crazy Town fan and their lead singer, Shifty Shellshock (real name – Seth Binzer), having appeared on all three installments of “Celebrity Rehab” (hey, we all have our vices, myself included as noted above). And for street credibility, I will let you know that I was a fan years before that “Butterfly” song came out. I think my brother even dedicated their song “Only When I’m Drunk” to me and my atthetimefriendwhoihaven’tspokentoinfiveyears after we stopped by the college radio station he played at when we were fifteen years old, and yes, before I ever drank and years before I ever got drunk. Anyways… back to Celebrity Rehab.
Everyone loves Dr. Drew. I remember sneaking watching “Loveline” back in the day and always being intrigued. And now, here he is, helping out all the addicts who have the dangerous combination of need for another chance at fame and need to get sober that puts them on a show like this. (Will they end up on “Celebrity Fat Club” when all the post-rehab weight comes on? Guess we will have to wait and see…). All cynicism aside, I think this show does shed light onto something that is either only alluded to as casual use in Rolling Stone interviews or ripped to shreds on Page 6 when someone enters rehab. While drug use is pervasive everywhere, this show reminds me of those “Celebrities : They’re Just Like Us!” photos in magazines where you see Jennifer Aniston pumping gas and Pam Anderson in CVS. But in a way that could probably make everyone watching this that none of us are ever facing an issue that no one else deals with – that these problems happen and it’s a process not a procedure that helps people to get out of it.
I can’t say whether or not I actually like the show. I think at times Dr. Drew’s voice and the editing make it all seem more calm than it actually is. And I also don’t know how much I actually would like to watch some of the self-destruction that some go through on their way to getting better. At the very least, it was an interesting watch unlike many other Vh1 shows. (I saw a commercial for a dating show for Ray J – yea, the guy who is famous for 1. being Brandy’s little brother and 2. peeing on Kim Kardashian in a video. Are you serious?) And I will likely tune in again when I’m trying to avoid my own vices.
Hot It Girl and Old Former 90s Star Break Up
May I have your attention, gentlemen,
Megan Fox and her fiancee have broken up.
And no, you still don’t have a chance.
But such a shame that the “Brian” tattoo on her bikini line was all for nothing. What a pity.
Giving You Up
Ah… tomorrow is Mardi Gras. And while everyone else thinks about beer, boobies, and cakes with tiny Jesuses inside, I’m racking my brain trying to think of the best thing to give up for Lent. Despite my inability to attend mass regularly, I like keeping some Catholic traditions besides the obvious one that includes a fake tree from Rite Aid.
And I’ve decided to give up celebrity gossip blogs. Perez, thesuperficial, people, pinkisthenewblog, and whatwouldtylerdurdendo, it’s been fun, but I will see you at the end of 40 weekdays. Just like Josh Hartnett was finally able to have sex with that actress who named her son Audio Science in that movie my high school boyfriend tried to get me to watch once. Anyways…
But don’t worry, I’ve made the exception of allowing myself to read the “entertainment” sections of newspapers and the like. So if anything major happens, it will still be reported, I mean commented on, here.
Oscar. No, not the judicial clerkship one.
So this year was the first time I watched the Oscars from beginning to end. So despite drudgereport’s ominous warning about being the most boring Academy Awards ever, I think the show was incredibly entertaining. And I don’t even think I saw one of the films nominated for Best Picture. But really, given my lifestyle and the types of films I like, that shouldn’t surprise you.
But, I will admit, star power was definitely lacking last night. When the two biggest people are Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, it’s time to work on getting a better guest list.
Oh C’mon Now
Granted, it’s been a rough year for Jennifer Love Hewitt personally. Her ass was splattered all over the media and then she was dumped on Christmas Eve. On the bright side though, she does have a decent career professionally since she is the lead actress in “The Horse Whisperer” and I think people watch that show. Even if they don’t, she is the only cast member of “Can’t Hardly Wait” and “I Know What You Did Last Summer” who actually is still mildly relevant. (I’m ignoring Seth Green since he’s only relevant for his voice on a cartoon show and Ryan Phillipe since he has an amazing body and was married to Reese Witherspoon). That’s an accomplishment in itself!
And then homegirl turned 30. And then all hell broke lose.
Yes, she actually dressed up like Audrey Hepburn and ate her Starbucks breakfast in front of Tiffany’s. I swear, girls who have that movie poster hanging in their dorm room at age 18 are lame, and this is a grown woman dressing up with a freaking tiara and eating a croissant while looking at jewelry. I know she’s not hurting anyone, but I’m almost tempted to say she fell off her rocker and she was only 29 two days ago.
Dang, I can’t wait to see what she does when she turns 40. 
A Love Letter
Dear Mandy Moore:
You dated Andy Roddick before he was the Andy Roddick. You dated DJ AM after he lost all his weight with Nicole Richie. You dated Wilmer Valderdontknowhowtospelllastnamerama before you knew any better.
And while I guess Ryan Adams is the best of that bunch, there’s part of my girl crush on you that just died finding out you got engaged.
Congrats, I guess.
See you around,
A
fcuk censorship
Ah… remember when French Connection had those “fcuk” shirts? I had one with “lucky fcuk” written across the chest and remember wearing it to high school and thinking I was all badass when really I was just another dorky honors student thinking I should push the envelope a little bit before graduating and thought a t-shirt with words would be the most badass way to do it.
Anyway, fast forward 7 years (god, I’m old) and there’s me still listening to Britney Spears, minus the goofy shirt (I wonder where it actually went…) and I found myself quite enjoying the track “If You Seek Amy”. It’s up tempo, fun dancy, and keeps me going on the elliptical. But, I was a little confused by the song. Who is Amy? Is she her friend, Lindsay-Lohan-Samantha-Ronson-type-of-friend, drug dealer, witness to a crime Britney is trying to hide? I just didn’t get it. And I thought the lyrics didn’t make much sense either, but that’s no big surprise as I usually have problems with those. “All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy” just didn’t make any sense, but I still kinda like it.
And then FCC had to come over and ruin all the mysterious fun. They basically told Britney she had to change the name of her song. Hmm… why would that be? I didn’t get it. Do they have a problem with bisexuals? And then it all clicked as I was asking someone this aloud, “Now why would they have a problem with a song called If You Seek Amy?” Ahhh. It all makes sense now. And now that it makes sense, I kind of feel empty and stupid inside. Like when your brain is stuck trying to remember the name of that National Lampoon movie with a Wayne Newton cameo and you have a mind block and then your well-meaning friend with the iphone pulls up IMDB and says “Vegas Vacation!” and everyone breathes a sigh of relief but then you’re overwhelmed with the feeling that the answer just wasn’t that satisfying and you wished you had thought of it yourself but also enjoyed the challenge? That’s what the FCC did to me. Bitches.
Well, at least I know what Britney meant when she said “Oh, baby, baby, if you seek Amy tonight, oh, baby, baby, I’ll do whatever you like.”
