Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton made like groupies and took in a Good Charlotte concert in Vegas over the weekend.
But then Nicole got into it with some girl and had to be whisked away by security outside the Hard Rock Hotel (which is about as hard rock as Good Charlotte).
I’m all for catfights — I find them entertaining — but according to the Las Vegas Review-Journal, just recently Nicole talked about how she’s trying to become a better role model for her infant Harlow:
Richie, whose daughter is 5 months old, recently vowed she would not be getting in trouble anymore “because I want my child to look up to me. … I want to show her the right path.”
Does a bar scuffle count as trouble?
I’ll fight Nicole Richie right now. In fact I’ll fight ANY woman under 140 pounds. C’mon think you can take me?
“The right path” is the one where, when you get in a fight, security will remove your opponent because they aren’t famous.
She looks like a really nasty alien.
She looks like Super Fly from Joe Cartoon.
What part of the DNA structure produces such stupid, selfless, arrogant twats (or dicks)? Money and egos. Money she never earned and ego she developed because her parents treated like a pampered chinchilla rather than as an adult.
Nicole, go home, change a sh*tty diaper on your child and STFU. Remember this - as you get older, you will get uglier - you’re on the right path.
And by the way babe - those shades and the lack of any sort of real body makes you look like the pizza delivering termite on those Orkin commercials.
“pampered chinchilla” … that is not only accurate, but freakin’ funny, Mr. Sleepyhead.
I agree that Nicole needs to start being a mother and mean it when she says she’s going to set an example. However, I have to give her a bit of credit. She has yet to forget a car seat, try to get Harlow’s teeth whitened (granted, she has none), or try to exploit her new found role as a mother on a reality show. Yet. I’m watching you, Richie!
Whoa, whoa…Good Charlotte still has concerts??? Or fans???
And then daddy can tell the little darlin’ about when him and Uncle Benji were hooked on heroin. My kids don’t even listen to them anymore.
Maybe it is the glasses, but that picture makes her look really disproportionate. Thank god she’s not anorexic anymore.