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Lindsay Lohan vs Brooke Mueller: Celebrity Smackdown

LINDSAY: Don't you dare talk shit about my mother. BROOKE: Your mother is shit.

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The Galliano Conundrum – Par Deux

Just when John Galliano thought it was safe to go back in the (fashion) water, rather get out from drowning under water, comes The Galliano Conundrum-Par Deux. The Galliano Conundrum started that fateful day two years ago when John was drowning his sorrows in a pub in Le Marais when his barrage of hateful anti-Semitic comments came spewing out of his mouth like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Galliano looking and sounding like a tragic mess was caught on camera saying shit like “I Love Hitler”, a seminal moment that changed his life on a dime, like a crippling car

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The Lohaning Of Justin Bieber

From the Abe & Miriam Webster Dictionary of Abeisms: Lohan (Low–as in life– Han) to reduce (an object or career) to useless fragments, or remains, burning, or dissolving (bridges). injure beyond repair or renewal; demolish; ruin; annihilate (credibility). to put an end to or extinguish (career). to kill or slay (career). to render ineffective or useless; nullify; neutralize; invalidate (your everything). to defeat completely (any and all hopes of a comeback). Lindsay Lohan is no longer a just person, or an actress, lohan is now officially a verb. Replace lohan with the word destroy and you will see what I

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Dear Boston

Dear Boston, Words cannot adequately describe how sad and sorry I am for your tremendous loss of life, loss of limbs, loss of innocence, and loss of freedom. What happened at the Boston Marathon finish line is unconscionable and shows us how cowardly these perpetrators are by not claiming responsibility. On the heels of Sandy Hook tragedy and the many senseless acts of violence that are happening daily throughout our “United States”, we are–or at least I am–beginning to feel helpless and really pissed. Serial gross baboons are making us feel so vulnerable and acts of kindness seem to be

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Justin Bieber Is His Own Best Belieber

Justin Bieber is embroiled in yet another media flap following his recent visit to the Anne Frank House Museum. The social media furor (no pun intended) that followed his comments written in the guest book has Twitter a twitter with harsh comments and negative criticisms of the nineteen year old mega-superstar. Justin Bieber wrote, “It was truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber.” But is that statement really all that insensitive? Let’s break it down. 1. “It was truly inspiring to be able to come here.” The

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Papal Conclave vs. Heart Truth

Hail Mary. This particular Papal Conclave has so much riding on it, that I am seeing red. And with that, I give you the gals from Heart Truth event that kicks off New York Fashion Week. Any money bet that Diet Coke would love to sponsor the Papal Conclave too. Or maybe we should get Paypal can offer up some merchandising points. Anyhoo. What I want to know is why the Papalettes wear red, does it bring out their eyes?

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Charlize Theron Jeans?!? Help!

Ooh, La La Charlize. Nothing comes between me and my Therons? Somebody stop me.

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FNO = R.I.P.

FNO - Rest In Peace – Sayonara Shopping Sisters – See You At The Next Market Crash Fashion Night Out: Here lies a perfectly great idea that came to light at an incredibly upsetting time in our economy and leave it up to the PR & Marketing Gods & Godessess to have taken this brilliant concept that Anna Wintour created for the City of New York and turned it into a cheap cluster-fuck of nonsense and even cheaper thrills. Two years go while walking through the Meatpacking District smack dab into the POP CHIPS activation, I turned to my friend

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Matthew McConaughey: Newest Celebrity Designer? Fotz

Matthew McConaughey What? Anyone who is anyone knows that I Mean What has been a voice against celebrity designers. These Johnny Come Lately non Academy Award winning, or Emmy, or Tony, or any any award winners try their hand, rather, they sell their name to a schmatta peddler and take some dosh. Lindsay Lohan, the slew of Kardashians, heck even Sarah Jessica Parker threw her hat in the ring at Halston, and today the news is that Matthew McConaughey has entered the ring for a bout of utter nonsense. This is more than anyone should bare. And when I say

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New York Fashion Weak

WTF! Has the world gone so topsy turvy that gross is the new black? When I read Cathyn Horyn’s bit in The New York Times about how mundane the first few days of New York Fashion Week were, I had to see for myself since I am lolly gagging in Venice Beach for the winter rinsing off the many prior New York Fashion Weeks for a cleansing moment. Upon perusing some of the collections via Women’s Wear Daily, style.com or my inbox from a host of publicists, I was horrified at much of what I saw. Not everything, but enough

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