May this blessed promise last longer than my iced latte.
At a circus of a press conference in New York, exes Dina and Michael Lohan—parents to Lindsay, Ali, and some other kids—have sworn they are done talking to the big bad media about their family.
“They really want the press to stay out of their lives,” said Eugene Russo, Dina’s lawyer. “They’re doing what’s in the best interest of the children. They would appreciate if they are allowed to participate in the childrens’ lives without the press.”
But what about her reality show? Or his? Are our prayers answered? Will the fetid pile that is Living Lohan be canceled only two weeks into its season?
According to the wonderfully named Stupid Celebrities Gossip, Jolie has the following quote in next month’s Vanity Fair about her strained relationship with her dad, Jon Voight:
Angelina also said she had never been able to view her father’s oscar-winning performance in Coming Home.
“Because that was when my father left my mom, and the woman who he cheated on her with is in the film,” Jolie says.
Which is consistent with what she told Ann Curry on the Today Show back in 2005:
“To be intimate with a married man, when my own father cheated on my mother, is not something I could forgive. I could not look at myself in the morning if I did that. I wouldn’t be attracted to a man who would cheat on his wife.”
Yeah, what kind of a homewrecking slut would do a thing like that?
(Hat tip to Deceiver reader Sarah Brown)
Worlds collided at Deceiver central yesterday when I noticed that crack-cocaine-relapser Tatum O’Neal was a nominee this year in PETA’s “Sexiest Vegetarian Celebrity” contest. I’m not saying there’s a connection, but porn star Jenna Jameson also made PETA’s list, and she was tossed out of a London nightclub a few weeks ago for trying to snort happy powder in a bathroom stall. I’m sure it’s a coincidence.
Wait a minute — a few weeks before her UK coke binge, Jameson was photographed slurping raw oysters in Hollywood. That’s not a euphemism for something she does on camera. She was actually eating oysters! Sea creatures! Unlike tofu crumbles, those little guys have feelings! (right up until they hit your stomach acid, anyway…)
Now, I’m not surprised the PETA folks are playing a little fast and loose with the word “vegetarian.” After all, they’ve redefined “animal welfare” to include killing puppies. They’ve re-defined “anti-fur” to mean you can wear it basically all the time, and “anti-mink” to mean “pro-goldfish-torture.”
And in addition to a handful of drug addicts, PETA’s definition of “sexy” celebs this year was broad enough for undead walking skeletons Bob Barker, Leonard Nimoy, and Little Richard to qualify.
Who the hell was on the nominating committee? The Golden Girls and their heroin dealers?
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