Here's a riddle for you: What's more embarrassing than everyone at the Teen Choice Awards twerking* at once in order to break a world record? Answer: When the hosts of the Teen Choice Awards ask everyone to twerk at once in order to break a world record and practically no one participates. (Well, at least Hushpuppy…
Last night at the Teen Choice Awards, the fashion choices varied greatly: There was a little bit of leather, a lot of lace, and some truly unfortunate sequins. Seriously, some of what you're about to see is hideous.
On Sunday night, Glee's Lea Michele was honored as Best Actress in a Comedy at the Teen Choice Awards. She accepted with a tearful speech honoring her costar and boyfriend Cory Monteith, who died of an overdose of alcohol and heroin on July 13.
Sure, you could watch some show about meth entrepreneurs that literally no one cares about, OR you could watch Darren Criss hand out awards to the faces of Hollywood's future DUI mugshots at the Teen Choice Awards. I think the choice is pretty obvious, but you go ahead and do you.
In her continued (and, if you ask me, unnecessary) bid for relevancy, Madonna most recently pissed off Mothers Against Guns during her MDNA tour. They objected when Madge waved around some (fake) firearms onstage during a concert in Murrayfield, Scotland not 48 hours after the Colorado Dark Knight Rises shooting, also…
We're told teens deal with conformity, but every single woman in an eensy mini? This took herd mentality to a whole new level! Luckily, there were bright spots amidst the sea of gams and booties...and, um, Levi.
This morning, we received an email from NYC strip club Scores, condemning Miley Cyrus' "indecent, underage behavior," since no one asked. Houston, we have a problem.
[Universal City, August 9. Image via Getty]
The 2009 Teen Choice Awards, held at Universal City's Gibson Amphitheatre, was the place to be last night. Let's just put it this way: everyone was there. And most of them looked deliciously awful.
The Teen Choice Awards: Ah, how we love that bastion of the little man's (or, er, of the little tween) freedom of expression. The stars pretend they care about their young fans. The young fans cry at the sight of the stars. It's an equal opportunity masturbatory red carpet heydey. The fashion however? Oy. Best…
