The battle over SB 277, Californiaâs bill mandating that children must be fully vaccinated to enroll in schools or daycare, has been tough, emotional, and completely bonkers, creating a new wave of vocal anti-vaccination activists, some of whom are willing to dox, harass and threaten anyone speaking in favor of it. SBâŚ
Actress Juliette Lewis has formed a new supergroup called Giraffe Tongue Orchestra with some other highly regarded metal musicians. It's entirely possible the band's name is a reference to the secret giraffe tongue sacrifice that lay people like us aren't yet privy to (Lewis is a deep Scientologist). No recordingsâŚ
Last week, searchers found the body of Native American actress Misty Upham, who was last seen alive on October 5. Despite reports that Misty was suffering from depression and was suicidal and an official stance that the whole thing was probably an accident, her family and her friend Juliette Lewis believe there wasâŚ
Lana Del Rey is on the cover of Rolling Stone and guess what? Sheâs sad. So, you know, donât worry because you havenât missed anything. What's really noteworthy here is her cover's co-star, a cat that looks ready to spring for it at any moment.
Saturday night at the Screen Actors Guild Awards, things were hit and miss on the red carpet. There were ensembles that were very good! But there were also some that were very bad. And a few that were terribly ugly. Let's take a look.
Last night in Los Angeles at the premiere of the film version of the award-winning play August Osage County, formidable actors showed up on the red carpet. Some of the fashion was⌠a little weird.
In the immortal words of R. Kelly, after the show it's the after party. Last night, Oscar-nominated A-list celebs flocked to the Vanity Fair bash, where they mingled with TV stars and luminaries of the music world. The dress code was half pretty, half sexy. It was a night of many beautiful mammaries. Some ladies letâŚ
In this edition of Tweet Beat, someone will be Aaron Carter's lucky lady, Donald Trump knows that there's always drama with Halle B, Ryan Lochte gets accused of steeling and, whuddya know, it's a Griswold family reunion!
In this edition of Tweet Beat, Juliette Lewis is giddy over 60 years with Queen Elizabeth II, Kelly Bensimon jumps on this One Direction nonsense, Rihanna is still a Kreayshawn fan, and Chris Pratt is having fun on rollerblades.
TwitAmore is a new app that uses the Twitter API to reveal who you're crushing on, using some high-tech intel: who you follow, your timeline, and your favorite tweets. Inspired by the Village Voice, we plugged in the names of some notable people to figure out who they're pining after.
There's an old Terry Richardson photo going around the Internet that depicts the sexual harass-y fashion photographer in flagrante with an unidentified woman. Who is she?
Although Lana Del Rey's warbling performance may have ruined the Daniel Radcliffe SNL for Juliette Lewis, hopefully you got to enjoy some solid sketches before visions of Harry and The Situation pouring Crisco all over each others abs started dancing wildly through your sleep deprived brain. Sorry. The funniest thingâŚ
Today in Tweet Beat, Snooki officially announces that she and JWoww will star in a show about their friendship. Also, today in Thong Thursday.
Today in Tweet Beat, celebrities have different ways of celebrating women. Plus, Soulja Boy seems to have matured over night.
Today in Tweet Beat, Elizabeth Banks claims to have some Snooki in her. Plus, it's Thong Thursday of course.
Today in Tweet Beat, Lindsay is back to being photographed professionally. Plus, Ice-T continues his farting conversation.
Somewhere is Sofia Coppola's story of an actor and his daughter. The premiere is the story of a bunch of indie stars in really bizarre clothes.
Courtney Love â stripper, actor, rock star, widow, drug addict, Nelson College for Girls alumna, deadbeat mom, author, litigant, blogger, vintage enthusiast, and all-around Bad Girl â is an individual who seemingly has an uncommon devotion to making bad choices.
127 Hours is apparently amazing. The premiere, at the Samuel Goldwyn Theater, was peculiar: half the crowd appeared to have been color-coordinated by the White Stripes.
