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The Hulkster just issued the following statement:
“Please respect my family’s privacy at this time with all that we have been through. I care for my wife and my children are my world and I just hope this all works out.”
There doesn’t seem to be anything in there about giving back all the money he’s made from his reality show. He sure didn’t mind the flashbulbs when he was dragging his oafish clan to every red-carpet event on earth, did he?
(Hat Tip: TMZ)
Yesterday TMZ reported that despite filing for divorce, Linda Hogan still wants to save her marriage with the Hulkster:
“She doesn’t want to see the family break up. She really wants to work it out with him. But it is like pushing up against a brick wall. She is heartbroken about it.”
How heartbroken? This heartbroken:
Hulk Hogan’s estranged wife Linda is seeking half of the couple’s more than $9.5 million in assets, including a share of the value of their Bel Air mansion.
In her divorce filing, Linda Bollea, who appeared with her husband [real name: Terry Bollea] and their children during four seasons of VH1’s reality series Hogan Knows Best, calls the 24-year marriage “irretrievably broken,” the St. Petersburg Times reports.
I just looked up “irretrievable,” and it means “not retrievable : impossible to regain or recover.” Sort of like her credibility. Maybe she got “heartbroken” mixed up with “bankbroken“? Or is the whole thing just a way to protect the family assets from a civil lawsuit by the parents of the kid who’s in critical condition because Nick Hogan had a few cocktails and played chicken with a palm tree? It’s all so confusing. I liked it better when ol’ Hulk just ripped apart his t-shirt and told me to eat my vitamins and did the exact same wrestling moves every single match.
Also: Brooke Hogan in a bikini. Because, you know, um… journalism?
*Like “There goes that ho’ again.” Get it? Never mind.
Sometimes Mandy Moore bills herself as the sweet antidote to the classless poison that Hollywood has to offer:
“I don’t mind that people are like, ‘Ah, you know, you’re wholesome and you seem like a real good girl,’” she said. “That is who I am, that’s quintessentially who I am.”
Sometimes … not so much. Defamer tracked down this clip of the singer/actress defiling the ears of the live audience at The Tyra Banks Show. We all thought she had it in her.
In her ongoing custody dispute with Kevin Federline, Britney Spears’s lavish spending habits have been scrutinized in court documents. She makes roughly $737,000 in monthly income, and although she blows $102,000 on entertainment and gifts, she allocates nothing to savings or for her children’s education. Additionally, she gives just $500 a month to the Britney Spears Foundation, which she established in 2000 to help needy kids in California, Louisiana, and New York.
That charity used to do good work, back when the pop starlet had a sense of purpose and was aware of other people. In fact, in 2002 she was given the Children’s Choice Award for her charitable efforts, including the creation of the Britney Spears Camp for the Performing Arts, where underprivileged kids can take acting, dancing, and singing lessons.
“It is an honor to be recognized in the music industry for my commitment to children,” Britney Spears said when accepting the award. “I get so much out of seeing a child’s self-esteem and happiness grow through the projects I have worked on. To be recognized for this is amazing.”
Commitment indeed. She has the poorest little rich boys in Hollywood. I would comment on how little she seems to get out of seeing her own sons at all, never mind watching their “self-esteem and happiness grow,” but it’s almost too depressing to muster the energy.
Yes, the “Chocolate City” Mayor of New Orleans has some ’splaining to do.
The Times-Picayune reports:
New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin recently pronounced himself “disgusted” with apathy among city residents, saying it was “unacceptable” that only about a quarter of registered voters bothered to cast a ballot in the Oct. 20 primary. Turns out the mayor himself has skipped a few elections, according to state records.
On Nov. 17, Nagin vented his spleen about low voter turnout:
“It was kind of offensive to me, because here I am bustin’ my butt every day and all I’m asking citizens to do is to plug into the democratic process. Take 20 minutes of your time and decide. Don’t just let this thing happen without you voicing your opinion.”
Um, yeah. except that you didn’t bother to vote.
Deceiver props to the mysterious New Orleans resident who checked in with the Picayune:
Nagin is a preening self-loving blow-hard phony of the first order. He burps and thinks he hears a symphony, he farts and smells a rose.
Lost star Daniel Dae Kim has pleaded not guilty to driving drunk in Hawaii last month, even though… well, let his lawyer tell it:
“He made an apology to the state, the people of Hawaii and his fans,” defense lawyer Patrick McPherson said outside the courtroom. “He pleaded not guilty and requested a trial date.”
Yeah, that doesn’t even make sense. Here’s the Jin-uine apology that Kim sent to TMZ right after it happened:
“I am deeply ashamed and embarrassed by the events of Thursday morning. It saddens me to know that I jeopardized the welfare of the kind people of Hawaii, a community that I love and call my home. It is my intention to cooperate fully with the police and I am grateful to them for their sensitivity throughout this matter. To my friends, family, colleagues and fans, thank you for your kind words of support. To those I have disappointed I can only ask that you accept my heartfelt apologies. I am truly, truly sorry.”
I’m no legal eagle, but doesn’t a public apology usually indicate an admission of guilt? If you then plead not guilty, doesn’t that turn your heartfelt apology into a big pile of polar-bear poopies? More importantly: Are we ever going to find out who those people on the Freighter are?
The British trainwreck singer is all of 22 now, and she says:
“I’d like to live in the country and have chickens and pigs. It’s a great job but it doesn’t leave time for what’s important — like having a family. I’m going to do one more album. I just want to make some money — maybe I could retire at 25.”
Technically this isn’t Deceiver-worthy… yet. I’m just leaving a note to myself for her birthday on May 2, 2010. Could she really mean it? I reserve the right to hold on to my dreams.
Ben Cousins, former captain and star of the West Coast Eagles football team (the Australian kind, not the American or European kind), has been videotaped snorting coke (the Colombian kind, not the carbonated kind) at a party on Australia’s Gold Coast.
This comes a few weeks after he was suspended from the football league for his drug use and just days after American police agreed not to slap him with drug charges following an early November binge in Los Angeles. At the time, Cousins said of his addictions:
“I am a lot further down the road to recovery than has been portrayed.”
To set the record straight, he allowed a film crew from Aussie television program A Current Affair to follow him around — the very same crew that caught him sniffing up the goal line. Click here to see the video.
Thanks to a UK reader for sharing this. Last month Metro newspaper (a free UK commuter daily) took thermal-imaging photos of the four major political parties’ headquarters buildings. The sophisticated snaps show how much heat energy is radiating from the buildings. More heat loss means a less-efficient (and therefore not-so-carbon-neutral) building.
Guess who came in dead last? Yep. The Green Party (photo above). Labour also had lousy insulation. The Tories and Liberal Democrats fared better.
Will Green Party Principal Speaker Derek Wall move his office to a hermetically sealed, Earth-mother-friendly, solar-powered, recyclable building made only of locally grown materials? Uh, no. That would be intellectually consistent, and we can’t have that in politics.
from Left to Right: Lib Dem, Labour, Conservative
Update, for those who asked: Red and orange colors indicate heat loss. And yes, that’s a double-decker bus radiating heat in front of Tory central.
I absolutely love this viral video ad, titled “Onslaught,” from the Dove soap people and their ad agency Ogilvy & Mather. It takes some well-deserved shots at the “beauty industry” for luring young girls with all sorts of unattainable body images.
But Advertising Age points out:
Dove is a brand from Unilever, which isn’t so enlightened when it comes to Axe/Lynx — whose ads portray women as slinky sex toys — and Slim-Fast, which encourages exactly the kind of yo-yo dieting so vividly dramatized in “Onslaught.”As for Ogilvy, well — in a bit of horrifying/delicious irony — it is actually the U.S. agency for the Barbie doll. Oops.
What’s next? Will NAMBLA start piously warning our sons about “stranger danger”?
Update (Nov. 28): Toronto Star marketing columnist Jennifer Wells picks apart Unilever’s hypocrisy, with help from a YouTube artist who re-cut the commercial to include all-Unilever footage. Fun!
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