Duran Duran Mash-Up on
Glee tonight. Bomer and Criss do Le Bon. For the love of Simon, John, Nick, Roger and Dom, let it be awesome!
Can you feel the rage of Alec Baldwin's stalker? I'm fascinated by stalker language (I must see you, let's have a baby, I need your baby). This one's slightly intelligent, only because she got herself on the front page of
The Post (Dish's dream), tarnishing Baldwin's engagement glow. The problem is that stalker's fifteen minutes should last about two since her repertoire is kinda skimpy. Stalker needs to spread her seed, seek out other stars and then gossip about it with friends, build her entourage and rep, minimizing her lame stalking. No man wants a woman who's chasing after him, calling him constantly.
The Rules go double with a celebrity. Like I know...
Half Pint hurt herself on
DWTS--and no Ma and Pa to tend to her wounds!
Amanda Bynes, stop drinking and get back to work. We want
What a Girl Wants II. She is so darling. I hate to imagine her loaded on whiskey sours.
Bikini shot of Julia and I noticed...a tattoo in the bitch spot. You know what this means, don't you? Dish needs one.
Santorum dropping out of race. Hmmmmm. VP candidate?
And who is this new group One Direction? Do I need to know about them? Am still pondering the cultural relevance of Justin Bieber (the haircut is getting olddddd).
Ps. Today Steven Seagal turns really old.
