Beyonce ‘laughs at these low life people’ who talk about her pillowy pregnancies


Beyonce does not want you to see these photos. They do not come from her Tumblr! They come from some kind of professional paparazzo in Milan, which is where Beyonce performed at the Mediolanum Forum Saturday night. Does Beyonce look pregnant in these photos? Eh. The current theory – with new sources popping up each day – is that she’s “pregnant” (“again”). I do think she looks like she’s gained a little weight – her face looks more filled out and maybe her abdomen looks slightly bigger. But it could just be water retention or a series of unflattering photos too.

Soon after E! News reported on Friday that Beyonce is definitely maybe pregnant,Beyonce posted this message on her Instagram“I can’t stop the rumors from starting, and I can’t really change peoples minds who believe them, all I can do is sit back and laugh at these low life people who have nothing better to do than talk about me.” See below:

Gurl, please. No one cares about your thoughts on the “low life people who have nothing better to do than talk about me.” And you know why, Beyonce? Because you LOVE when people talk about you. You love when everything is all about The Beyonce Show. You started selling your personal life around the same time you strapped on a pillow. When you’re a person who keeps a 24-hour, 7-days-a-week, multi-year archiveof your daily activities, you have no right to shade the peasantry for showing a passing interest in the state of your womb. Besides, if you wanted people to stop talking about your womb, you would just give People Magazine a straight denial.

Anyway, she deleted that Instagram shortly after she posted it. Because even she realized how dumb it sounded. So is she going to have another pillowy pregnancy? I don’t know. Maybe. We’ll see.

Photos courtesy of WENN.


Esquire: Brad Pitt & Angelina make out all the time, he calls her ‘the best person’


Brad Pitt covers the June/July issue of Esquire to promote World War Z. The interview was released last night and I’ll be covering it later today. The interview was done by Tom Junod around the beginning of April, when Angelina was in the midst of her multiple mastectomy and reconstruction surgeries. Brad didn’t give Junod any clue into what was going on. And so after Angelina’s announcement (one week ago today), Junod published an addendum (consider it a “reimagining”) to his yet-to-released Esquirecover story. It’s just his basic thoughts on Brad and Angelina’s relationship and Brad talking about how much he loves his girl. It’s really nice:

Tom Junod’s profile of Brad Pitt will appear in the June/July issue, which is on newsstands at the end of the month.

When I met Brad Pitt the day after Easter, he was so tired that he was perhaps more reflective than usual. He had just finished a week of spring break with his family. He had camped out with them the night before on his property north of Santa Barbara, and he had woken up, he said, too early, as well as too wet. They had slept in tents, four of his six children, along with two of their friends, and then he had gotten all of them in a van and driven them down to LA.

“Angie too?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Angie too.”

I told him that I’d met her a few years before, when I profiled her for Esquire. She was making a movie about the wife of the murdered journalist Daniel Pearl, and the thesis of my story was that while 9/11 was supposed to make us all better — a better country and a better people — it only worked for Angelina Jolie. The story has won a kind of immortality as “The Worst Celebrity Profile Ever Written,” and when I told that to Angelina Jolie’s partner, he at first laughed and said that he hoped Esquire would use that as the title of the profile I was writing about him. Then he got serious. “But you were right,” he said. “You were right, you were right. Angie is….the best person…..”

I remembered meeting Angelina Jolie — how thin she was, how much steak she ate and wine she drank, and above all her utter self-possession. She answered every question I asked, but she was the kind of person who responded without ever simply reacting. Brad Pitt was different. He was, like a lot of men, stuck between family and work, and the day he came back to LA from spring break was the day he began the push to finish his summer zombie movie, World War Z. And so, although he was Brad Pitt, he was also a big guy, dressed in black, stained around the eyes by stress and exhaustion, who spoke leaning forward, bent at the waist, with his hands folded between his legs, and was in the habit of repeating himself between long pauses. “I’m a crap interview,” he’d warned me, but when he began talking about his family, he said twice, “I haven’t known life to be any happier,” and he said it in such a way that I never once thought to doubt him.

This was April 1. I didn’t know then what I know now — that a month earlier, his partner, Angelina Jolie, commenced the series of surgeries that would end, a month later, with her pre-emptive double mastectomy. Over the next few weeks, I talked to several of Pitt’s close friends. They must have known what the couple was enduring, but of course they never told me. One of them, however, called me back after our first interview. His name was Frank Pollaro, and he’d spoken about the furniture business he’d started with Brad Pitt, and about Pitt’s excellent eye. But he wanted to say something else, so he called Brad, and asked if he was at liberty to speak about Brad’s relationship with Angelina. He was, and so when he called back, he told me what he’d seen at Brad’s house — “once I walked in and Angie was standing there and Zahara walked up and said, ‘Daddy, you’re not going to start making out with Mommy again, are you?’ And it’s like that. This is a guy who has tried not to do any sexy scenes with other women since he’s met Angelinia. He’s crazy about her, and she’s the same way about him. No matter how hard he’s working, if one of those kids runs by the window he’ll get out of his chair and give them a kiss. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen Angie without one of those children in her arms.”

It’s the nature of marriage — or, in the case Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, a committed relationship — to both invite and repel scrutiny. We have no idea how any two people make a life together, much less two people as professionally exhibitionistic and privately enigmatic as the two combined in the public mind as “Brangelina.” But I will say this: a long time ago, Brad Pitt left college in Missouri to come to LA and act in movies. He insists that he wasn’t looking for stardom, only a sense of life and possibility larger than what he left behind. He insists that he was searching the chimera of Hollywood for something real. This morning, the mother of his children revealed in the New York Times that he was “at the Pink Lotus Breast Center, where I was treated, for every minute of the surgeries.”

You do not have to be a celebrity, only a father and a man in love with a woman, to know that life doesn’t get any more real than that.

[From Esquire]

Does Junod sound like a fan-boy? Sure. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy this piece immensely. Junod infamously profiled Angelina several years ago – he references that in this piece, and you can read the old story here. It’s not a particularly revealing interview for Angelina, but again, it sounds like it was written by a fan-boy. And why not? Why can’t a celebrity journalist admit that he or she believes that Brad and Angelina are in love and in it for the long haul? That despite all of the glitz and bulls—t that comes with their jobs, they actually managed to make something real and lasting together? *adjusts Brangeloonie tin foil hat*

Photos courtesy of WENN.


Kanye West bumps his head on a sign, then freaks out on a paparazzo

Kanye West was ATTACKED! By a sign! Yes, he was mercilessly assaulted by a “Wrong Way” sign that was part of some parking garage or something. Kanye was with Kim on Friday, checking out some real estate and then going for lunch. According to TMZ, Kanye was attempting to “duck his head” to avoid getting his picture taken but he missed the low “Wrong Way” sign and smacked his head into it. It left a mark!!!

Do you see the mark? It’s just a little boo-boo on his forehead. There’s video too!

At first Kanye got mad at one of the paps but then he seems to walk away. But then this happened (NSFW language):

Dude. People walk into things all the time. I still have a small scar on my nose from the day that my car trunk door decided to fall on me when I was loading groceries. I still have a scar on my leg from when I was 8 years old and I accidentally slammed a sharpened pencil into my leg. I’ve fallen going UP the stairs. My point? Having a hissy fit about it doesn’t make it any better. Just be thankful you weren’t seriously injured and laugh at yourself. But of course Kanye cannot do that.

…On the bright side, at least we aren’t talking about what Kim is wearing.

Photos courtesy of Fame/Flynet and WENN.

Selena Gomez broke up with Justin Bieber again, visits Hooters to celebrate


Here’s a photo Selena Gomez posted on her Twitter yesterday with the message,“Hope all the amazing moms had a great day! I have the best momma in the world :)) I love you so much!” That’s her mother Mandy Cornett, who is totally pregnant again. Mandy gave birth to Selena when she was 16… which makes Mandy 36 years old right now. Good God. I can’t even imagine having a 20-year-old daughter at that age.

In other Selena news, she just told a radio station that she and Justin Bieber are done for good. Which we’ve heard before. Selena and Justin seemed to reunite in April, with Selena traveling to see him in Europe and Justin posting cheesy photos of the two of them. But yesterday, the DJ asked her: “So sometimes you may see a boy walking down the street and he says, ‘Let’s grab and ice-ream. You’re available?’” Selena said,“Yep, I’m available in every way. By the way, that would be awesome if someone asked if I wanted ice cream.”

Selena also went out to eat at Hooters a few days ago – she tweeted a photo of herself with a bunch of the Hooters waitresses. She has a long history with Hooters – she’s said in interviews that her dad used to take her to Hooters when she was just a kid, and she would help him pick up women. PS… is it just me or do those Hooters waitresses look REALLY young?

Photos courtesy of WENN, Selena’s Twitter.


Page Six: Beyonce is maybe, probably pregnant with her second child?


Many of you were discussing whether Beyonce is pregnant again (?) after her appearance at the Met Gala last week. I discussed it in another Beyonce post, didn’t I? Yes, we talked about it in the “hand-carved ice balls” post. It seems that some people are discussing the possibility that Beyonce has gotten knocked up again, this time while she’s on her Mrs. Carter Show tour. Now Page Six is kind of running with the rumor:

Music insiders are chattering about Beyoncé expecting her second child with husband Jay-Z. Multiple sources told us after the Met Gala last week that the singer, who is currently in the middle of a world tour, is pregnant. Bey wore a Givenchy gown with a high, belted waist that carefully camouflaged her midsection, but pictures have emerged on blogs of what looks like a baby bump from recent tour dates.

Last week Beyoncé, who gave birth to daughter Blue Ivy in January 2012, gave aninterview to ABC’s “GMA,” where she said, “I would like more children. I think my daughter needs some company. I definitely love being a big sister.”

But she came short of saying when that would occur: “At some point, when it’s supposed to happen,” she told ABC’s Amy Robach. Beyoncé’s rep didn’t get back to us for comment.

But we wouldn’t expect her to — the singer announced she was pregnant with Blue Ivy at the 2011 MTV Music Awards by revealing her bump on the red carpet.

[From Page Six]

Yes, remember when Beyonce announced her first pregnancy? Remember how the week before, her stomach had been completely flat and then BAM, she had a large bump at the MTV VMAs? Why wouldn’t Beyonce do that again? And by that I mean, if she was pregnant, why wouldn’t she slap another pillow on and debut the thing at the Met Gala, which she co-hosted? The “famewhore” aspect doesn’t make any sense, because if Beyonce really was pregnant (again…?), she would want to maximize the attention she got from the announcement, like she did the first time. So I’m saying I don’t think she’s knocked up again. Maybe I’m wrong, whatever, caveat, etc. But I just don’t think she would get pregnant just a few weeks into her tour, you know? Isn’t it more likely that she just gained some weight or something?

Photos courtesy of WENN, Fame/Flynet.


NBA player Jason Collins becomes first active male athlete to come out as gay


Jason Collins became the first currently-active, currently-employed NBA player to come out of the closet yesterday. Collins did it in a thoughtful yet spectacular way, by writing a beautiful and epic first-person essay (that served as Sports Illustrated’s cover story) about why he’s coming out now, and his journey to get to this place in his life. The 34-year-old center, currently playing for the Washington Wizards, has become the most talked-about person in the country over the past 24 hours. And I’ve been stunned by the outpouring of support for Collins, from politicians, from reporters and mostly from Collins’ fellow pro athletes. Even Chelsea Clinton – a classmate of Collins’ at Stanford back in the day – tweeted her support for her friend. Pres. Obama called Collins to express his support too. And this is how the world changes.

You can read Jason’s full Sports Illustrated essay here, and I’m including somehighlights below:

I’m a 34-year-old NBA center. I’m black. And I’m gay.

I didn’t set out to be the first openly gay athlete playing in a major American team sport. But since I am, I’m happy to start the conversation. I wish I wasn’t the kid in the classroom raising his hand and saying, “I’m different.” If I had my way, someone else would have already done this. Nobody has, which is why I’m raisingmy hand. My journey of self-discovery and self-acknowledgement began in my hometown of Los Angeles and has taken me through two state high school championships, the NCAA Final Four and the Elite Eight, and nine playoffs in 12 NBA seasons.

…The first relative I came out to was my aunt Teri, a superior court judge in San Francisco. Her reaction surprised me. “I’ve known you were gay for years,” she said. From that moment on I was comfortable in my own skin. In her presence I ignored my censor button for the first time. She gave me support. The relief I felt was a sweet release. Imagine you’re in the oven, baking. Some of us know and accept our sexuality right away and some need more time to cook. I should know — I baked for 33 years.

… I realized I needed to go public when Joe Kennedy, my old roommate at Stanford and now a Massachusetts congressman, told me he had just marched in Boston’s 2012 Gay Pride Parade. I’m seldom jealous of others, but hearing what Joe had done filled me with envy. I was proud of him for participating but angry that as a closeted gay man I couldn’t even cheer my straight friend on as a spectator. If I’d been questioned, I would have concocted half truths. What a shame to have to lie at a celebration of pride. I want to do the right thing and not hide anymore. I want to march for tolerance, acceptance and understanding. I want to take a stand and say, “Me, too.”

The recent Boston Marathon bombing reinforced the notion that I shouldn’t wait for the circumstances of my coming out to be perfect. Things can change in an instant, so why not live truthfully? When I told Joe a few weeks ago that I was gay, he was grateful that I trusted him. He asked me to join him in 2013. We’ll be marching on June 8.

No one wants to live in fear. I’ve always been scared of saying the wrong thing. I don’t sleep well. I never have. But each time I tell another person, I feel stronger and sleep a little more soundly. It takes an enormous amount of energy to guard such a big secret. I’ve endured years of misery and gone to enormous lengths to live a lie. I was certain that my world would fall apart if anyone knew. And yet when I acknowledged my sexuality I felt whole for the first time. I still had the same sense of humor, I still had the same mannerisms and my friends still had my back.

… My maternal grandmother was apprehensive about my plans to come out. She grew up in rural Louisiana and witnessed the horrors of segregation. During thecivil rights movement she saw great bravery play out amid the ugliest aspects of humanity. She worries that I am opening myself up to prejudice and hatred. I explained to her that in a way, my coming out is preemptive. I shouldn’t have to live under the threat of being outed. The announcement should be mine to make, not TMZ’s.

The hardest part of this is the realization that my entire family will be affected. But my relatives have told me repeatedly that as long as I’m happy, they’re there for me. I watch as my brother and friends from college start their own families. Changing diapers is a lot of work, but children bring so much joy. I’m crazy about my nieces and nephew, and I can’t wait to start a family of my own.

… My one small gesture of solidarity was to wear jersey number 98 with the Celtics and then the Wizards. The number has great significance to the gay community. One of the most notorious antigay hate crimes occurred in 1998. Matthew Shepard, a University of Wyoming student, was kidnapped, tortured and lashed to a prairie fence. He died five days after he was finally found. That same year the Trevor Project was founded. This amazing organization provides crisis intervention and suicide prevention to kids struggling with their sexual identity. Trust me, I know that struggle. I’ve struggled with some insane logic. When I put on my jersey I was making a statement to myself, my family and my friends.

[From Sports Illustrated]

It’s a really beautifully written essay, and I would suggest everyone just read the whole thing. I loved the part about him coming out to his ex-roommate who happens to be a current Congressman, and how they’re going to walk at the Pride Parade together this year.

I love all of the reactions from various public figures too. Michelle Obama tweeted, “So proud of you, Jason Collins! This is a huge step forward for our country. We’ve got your back! –mo”

Photos courtesy of Sports Illustrated.


Khloe Kardashian: ‘I don’t expect to be a size 2 nor do I want to be’


Khloe Kardashian covers the June issue of Cosmo UK. It’s a decent photo shoot, although the cover is kind of meh. Khloe has lost weight recently, and she’s been playing around with her look and I have to say, she’s looking really good, right? Khloe is everybody’s favorite Kardashian, probably because we sense that she’s not really a Kardashian (allegedly). Anyway, Khloe talks about diets and workouts and fame in her interview:

Battling self-esteem issues: “I probably thought I was prettier before I entered the spotlight because being compared to somebody else every day does sort ofbeat up your spirit and soul. It’s made me stronger. I’ve gained another level of confidence. I’ve always known that I’m not Kim and I’m not Kourtney – I’ve always been OK with that.”

On her body: “I don’t care what size I am; I care about how I look. If my jeans are tight and I have a little muffin top, then OK, I have to cut down on the carbs. I don’t expect to be a size 2 [a UK size 6] and nor do I want to be. I’m 5ft 10ins and I like being curvy.”

Weight fluctuations: “After my father died [when she was 19], I gained a lot of weight, and then I was in the spotlight. I was quickly criticised for not being a cookie-cutter sister like Kourtney and Kim. I lost about 30lbs before I did Kourtney And Khloé Take Miami [in 2009]. I was feeling so good about myself and I was still so critiqued. I thought, ”Oh, my gosh, if I’m not good enough now…” And that’s when something clicked in my brain: I have to do whatever is good for me…I feel that I’m healthier [now], but I don’t think I’m prettier thinner. I understand why so many people in this industry have eating disorders or want plastic surgery, and I’m proud I’ve done things the healthy way.”

Fertility struggles: “I just wanted to be, ”Hey, let’s have a baby,” and we would just have one. Kourtney did. I wish that was the way for me. But it won’t be. I’ll have to take hormones. I do want to have a baby, but I don’t feel the urgency to have one this very moment.”

She throws shade at her mom: “I’d never manage my kids. We gang up on Mom and that has to be so hard. Now I’m getting older I feel sorry for her rather than resent her. Once my mom told me I was gaining weight, but she was talking to me as a manager, like I was ruining a brand deal. It’s hard to understand that and it’s more hurtful when it’s coming from my mom, but Kim is definitely her favorite. It doesn’t bother me. They’re so similar – they could be the same person.”

On Kanye West: “I think Kanye [West] knows how to deal with Kim really well. Kris [Humphries] wouldn’t even talk to us. I love that with Kanye we have that friendship. Because when you’re with one of us you’re with all of us.”

[From The Mail]

The sisters have said that about their mom before – that Kris Jenner plays favorites and Kim is her favorite. Which sucks. I’m saying that as an only child who sometimes got jealous over my parents paying attention to the dog. Kris is such a bad mother. I hate to say that so bluntly, but there it is. When you look at it that way, it’s kind of a miracle that Khloe has turned out relatively normal.

Photos courtesy of Cosmo UK.