Y’all know that sports things usually go way over our head here at VH1 Celebrity, and when it comes to gossip surrounding the love lives of VH1’s own stars, we bow down to the expertise of Liz Black at VH1 Blog. But we couldn’t stay silent about the stories swirling around the words exchanged between Carmelo Anthony and Kevin Garnett during and after the Celtics-Knicks game at MSG on Monday night. The stars had to be separated on court, and following the Knicks’ loss, Melo contradicted his nickname, yelling at Garnett outside the locker room and as the Celtics boarded their bus. What’s caught our attention this morning is the contents of Garnett’s insult, which Anthony categorized as “something you just don’t say to men, another man.”
What was this indecent comment? According to Black Sports Online, several sources confirmed that the Celtic said Carmelo’s wife La La Anthony “tastes like Honey Nut Cheerios.”
Last night’s Critics’ Choice Movie Awards were a star studded affair, full of impeccably dressed A-listers like Natalie Portman and laugh out loud moments. But in Hollywood, the party never really gets going until the cameras stop rolling. Fortunately, we were on the scene and are ready to spill our guts.
As the show closed, we made our way back to the Press Tent in hopes of catching another up close glimpse of Natalie Portman (who utterly transfixed us on the red carpet earlier, to the point where it wasn’t until after she left that we realized we were standing in a shallow pool of drool). As we waited around, we quickly realized that we were actually standing in the exact same place where every celebrity who attended stayed until the end of the show was getting picked up by their limos/Escalades/4-wheelers*. That’s when we saw…
- The drop dead gorgeous Mila Kunis standing all by her lonesome, politely thumbing away on her BlackSwanBerry. Was she texting Macauley Culkin? Was she rearranging a reunion with Fez? Was she trying to send your @unclegrambo a DM? Sadly, we’ll never know, as we were far too nervous to actually talk to her and far too respectful of her personal space to peer over her shoulder.
- As she was wrapping up her missive — yes, we were probably staring — our ears recognized a familiar, deep timbred voice. We broke our gaze, turned our head and thought to ourself, “Man, that guy looks a lot like Jon Hamm.” And guess what? It was! He and Kunis embraced on the carpet and we immediately began envisioning the future of what almost certainly would be the Best Looking Couple In The Universe™. Sadly, their conversation was interrupted by…
After laying dormant for a good twenty years in America, British hair band Whitesnake is back. But they aren’t coming out with a new album, rather they’re attempting to shill their new brand of…wine? Yes, the band that became famous in America for letting Tawny Kitaen (then-wife of frontman David Coverdale) polish the hood of a car with her breasts as she rolled all over it is releasing a new vintage called Whitesnake Zinfandel. It’s just that easy folks, just turn your name into a wine and the marketing possibilities are endless.
Coverdale, ever the wordsmith, said the beverage is a “bodacious, cheeky little wine, filled to the brim with the spicy essence of sexy, slippery Snakeyness. I recommend it to complement any & all grown up friskiness & hot tub jollies.” Is there any image more 80s than drinking wine and partying in a hot tub? Also, thanks, David, for naming our new band. “We regret to inform you that due to a mishap involving a case of Whitesnake Zin and some excessive friskiness, the Hot Tub Jollies will be canceling their summer tour.”
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Here’s our favorite news today of the “unsolicited offers and backhanded compliments” variety. A “dentist to the stars” (ugh) in New York City has offered to fix American Idol singer Crystal Bowersox‘s teeth for free to make her look more media-friendly. Because God forbid she wins the show and has anything but a Seacrest-y, unnaturally white smile. Dr. Laura Torrado wrote to Movieline.com to get this message to Crystal:
“I’d like to offer you complimentary oral reconstructive services and do anything and everything from whitening you teeth, to closing your gaps. We don’t have to make your teeth perfect like every other Hollywood celebrity, because that’s not who you are.
We can really make sure that everyone sees you as beautiful and confident on the outside as we all know you are on the inside.”
So basically Crystal, the jig is up. Everyone knows you’re not confident because of your damn chompers. You may as well quit the show like you maybe-possibly threatened to do before, because how can you possibly be a success with a mouth like that? Sigh. Is it any wonder she might be sick of Hollywood already?
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Crystal Bowersox, in our opinion, is the clear frontrunner to win American Idol this season. Her performances are consistent, she knows who she is, as the judges like to say, and she’s the anti-star – the total opposite of someone like Adam Lambert, who seems to relish the spotlight and the fame thrust on him. Turns out that spotlight is actually too much for her dreadlocks to bear sometimes, as TMZ reports that Bowersox walked off American Idol two weeks ago and had to be convinced to stay in the competition by Ryan Seacrest.
The report claims that Bowersox wanted to leave the show to reunite with her family in her home state of Ohio, allegedly asking “What’s the point?” to staying in the competition. Seacrest lured her back by telling her “The greatest thing I ever did was make enough money so I could buy my mom a house. You can buy your mom a house.” You just had to bring her mother into it, didn’t you Ryan? Actually, it’s a good thing he did, we don’t know who we’d root for otherwise. It’s just too bad she (and all the contestants, really) have to be subjected to dance numbers and group songs like the one above. That would make anyone wonder what the point is.
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Harry Potter nerds everywhere, get ready to pee your Invisibility Cloaks with excitement: Author J.K. Rowling has confessed that she hasn’t ruled out writing another book in the Potter series.
During the annual White House Easter Egg Roll on Monday, Rowling attended and took questions from the kids in attendance and said that she plans to continue writing, saying, “I’m quite sure in the not-too-distant future I will bring out another book.”
Not necessarily a Harry Potter book, mind you, just a new book. When asked specifically about the Potter series, she said she may revisit those characters “maybe 10 years from now.” We’re not sure we can wait that long; why must you wave this in our faces only to withhold it for ten more years, J.K.? We can’t even wait for the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 to come out and that’s in theaters everywhere November 19, 2010! We need a butterbeer to calm ourselves and get our fan-fiction-writing juices flowing in the meantime. [Photo: Getty Images]
Conrad Murray, where are you looking? Toward heaven, to see if Michael Jackson made it? Or to the invisible man floating in space above your head, feeding you information about how best to look crazy during your defense trial? Both are acceptable answers, but for real dude, you’re looking crazier by the minute from the reports we’ve read.
TMZ reported today that the doctor would be arguing that it wasn’t his fault that Jackson OD’d on Propofol, but rather the musician’s doing. In a boldly speculative timeline, Murray’s defense will argue that during the two minutes that Murray left Jackson’s bedside to use the bathroom, they believe Jackson awoke and took it upon himself to inject the fatal dose of the sleep drug, and once Murray returned he attempted to revive the pop star. They will try to convince a jury that ultimately Jackson died by his own hand. That’s fishy defense number one.
The second defense we’re having some trouble with is their claim that Jackson was addicted to Coca-Cola and that the caffeine from the soft drink would cause his sleeplessness, which then cause him to require drugs to help him sleep. The lawyers will claim that Jackson knew this cycle was causing himself harm but demanded his Coke anyway.
So help us, if this “Soda Defense” works, we will no longer have faith in the justice system.
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That Michael Jackson denied lightening his skin tone was always one of those laughable things that his fans ignored. It was obvious that his disappearing blackness wasn’t totally natural, but no one ever seemed to press the issue and demand that he admit to tampering with his own skin color. After his death, a search of his home revealed dozens of tubes of several skin-whitening creams which his doctor, Conrad Murray, wanted to conceal. After authorities obtained a warrant to search Jackson’s home on June 29 of last year, Murray told Jackson’s assistant, Michael Amir Williams to go to the singer’s home to “pick up some cream that Mr. Jackson has so that the world wouldn’t find out about it.” And with that, the world’s shadiest doctor just got a little shadier.
Jackson suffered from vitiligo, a disease that causes patches of skin to lose their pigment, and he allegedly used the cream to even his skin tone. That’s all well and good, but why not disclose that fact instead of concealing it? Lying seems like a lot more trouble than it’s worth, especially coming from the man who had plenty of other, weirder habits. Considering Dr. Murray’s track record for telling the truth, it’s actually not all that surprising that he was behind all the secrecy, but at least their existence confirms what we suspected all along. The creams were not a factor in Jackson’s death. [Photo: Getty Images]
Gawker is reporting a fascinating, we-couldn’t-look-away story about a guy who met British model-singer person Peaches Geldof in L.A. when they were both crashing at a friend’s place, and ended up having a night that should seriously be turned into a The Hangover-style movie. Only instead of meeting Mike Tyson and getting drunk, this guy did heroin and ended up on the way to meeting Xenu at the Scientology Center in L.A.
Reddit user Thatcoolguyben wrote his account of a night spent with Peaches Geldof, and while any part of it could be fabricated, he has the NSFW pictures of Peaches to prove that at the very least, he got naked with her. We’re condensing his story down to some of the juicier bits – the entire thing is posted at Gawker - and it basically reads like hipster porn, all the way down to the part where they decide to get each others’ names tattooed.
“At 3am I grab my friends car keys, and head out. We drive all over Hollywood looking for a tattoo parlor, with no luck. While driving around we get on the topic of drugs. At this point in my life I was very into all drugs, as was she. She told me she had a bit of heroin she brought with her from the UK and asked me if I was game. I was so the hunt began. . .At about 5am I was high as a kite and we start to watch a movie. Things get hot and heavy and before I know it we’re naked. . . We continued to use all night so I was quite foggy about the happenings. I faintly remember her asking me for a ride and me driving her somewhere. I awoke at about 1pm in a sauna, throwing up all over the place. . .I look around and read some stuff realizing I’m in the Celebrity Scientology Center in LA. This girl ended up being a hardcore Scientologist and a D-List celebrity, and we were doing a process called Purif. . .Not until days later when I looked through my camera of the pictures of that night did I fully realize everything.”
And by “Everything,” he means “Holy sh*t, I just shot up with the daughter of the guy who wrote “I Don’t Like Mondays” – score!?” If it wasn’t for Peaches’ signature tats (which we got a good look at when we saw her lingerie ad photos), we don’t know if we would believe this, but the proof is in the ink, we think.
We love a good celebrity feud. Lord knows it’s the only reason we check Courtney Love‘s Twitter feed. But today it’s Justin Bieber who’s at the center of not one but two feuds (nowhere near the level of Courtney Love and say, Lily Allen, but still entertaining nonetheless).
First, it seems that poor Justin was the target of one of Ke$ha‘s more random bouts of verbal diarrhea when she told Maxim magazine that she thought of Biebs as “a tiny little baby” and she’d love to “to push him around onstage in a carriage.” Ohhhkay. Ke$ha felt bad about that one though and apologized on Twitter (but of course), writing “dear justin b i am so sorry if my bad joke has hurt your feelings, u r obviously so talented and i would never mean to offend u. i think u r rad.” Classic. We weep for the legacy that 2010 is leaving behind. OMG u guys.
Ke$ha and Justin are, in our minds, on the same level – relatively new to the scene, so if they trade barbs it’s no big thing. But Bieber had an “Oh, no he didn’t” moment this week when he decided to aim some criticism at Mariah Carey, something that, um, no one should do. Bieber, discussing Carey, reportedly told The Sun, “I don’t love her new music, it’s not the same. It’s like Michael Jordan coming back out to play in the NBA. She is past her best.”
The quote has been taken down off The Sun‘s website, though it’s unclear if it’s because it was drawing so much attention or if it was actually fabricated. We hope for Bieber’s sake it was fabricated because we fear the wrath of Mimi. [Photos: Getty Images]