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‘The Houstons – On Our Own’ Reality Show; So. Much. Dysfunction.

The Houstons – On Our Own on Lifetime


I am telling y’all right now…I will not watch this speeding trainwreck of  a show with all of Whitney Houston’s family members and hangers-on go at each other over what (relatively) precious little money left in her estate.  It’s sickening to watch, and I don’t need another stomach ache. “HELL to the NO“…RIP Whitney.  Feel free to watch this cringe-worthy trailer for The Houstons – On Our Own.


Let’s recap what we’re dealing with here:

Bobbi Kristina and her fiance-brother, Nick


Bobby Brown and Whitney’s daughter, Bobbi Kristina will announce her engagement to Nick Gordon, who was raised by Whitney as her own son–and Bobbi Kristina’s own brother.  Still with me?

Whitney’s mama Cissy doesn’t want Bobbi Kristina to receive her trust inheritance of $20 million because she thinks all that money will eventually kill her granddaughter through drugs and other bad decisions.

I’ll give you an example of one bad decision:  The concept and follow-through of a reality series involving a woman who hasn’t even been dead one year, and the family that goes out of their way to exploit her and her legacy. 

Shame on alla y’all.

Justin Bieber Giving Selena Gomez a Foot Massage. (Bleh.)

I guess we know who's in charge here...

Photo: via Twitter

First let me say, “EEWWWWW”.  Okay then.

Little dude needs to put on a shirt.  Biebs still looks 13; and Selena (whom I really think is gorgeous) looks a little too euphoric for my taste.

I hope I don’t get brat-slapped by the Beliebers (eyeroll), but I have a feeling they aren’t too thrilled about this photo either.

Recognize that foot?

Sigh.  And for you grown-ups out there?  I think we KNOW what a foot-massage means.  Ask Marsellus Wallace.

Girl. You’ll be a woman…soon.


Demi Moore at The Met Gala 2011 – Because I’m Still Beating That Dead Horse

Demi Moore. Gyaaah.


Oh look.  It’s Tallulah Belle’s mom all gussied up for the Met Gala from the other night.  How on earth did we miss Demi Moore[Editor’s Note: I’m using my Judgey McJudgerson-voice right now, in case it’s not being properly implied.]

This bitch. Can we discuss the get-up first?  Seriously? A feathered dress and a fascinator? Right bloody after The Royal Wedding?  I don’t care if Philip Treacy did design the thing–it’s TOO SOON.  I actually felt a full-on cringe seeing Demi pretending to attend Will and Kate’s nuptials.

I think that rather than attending the Met Gala, this mother of three girls should be at home tending to the youngest who seems to have an alcohol problem.

The lovely and demure, Tallulah Belle Willis at Coachella

via TMZ:

Law enforcement sources tell TMZ … cops spotted three girls getting out of a car in Hollywood at around 11:00 PM [on 4/30/2011], carrying what appeared to be two bottles of alcohol. The officers probed further and determined it was indeed the hard stuff. Here’s the problem … all three girls are underage.

Tallulah Belle and her cohorts were cited at the scene for underage possession — but since Tallulah Belle — who has appeared in “The Scarlet Letter” and “The Whole Ten Yards” — is a minor, cops couldn’t just release her …. they needed to find an adult to pick her up .

So Tallulah Belle called Bruce … but a dutiful Demi did the hard labor, getting in a car and retrieving T.B.”

Oh, one more thing.  I think Tallulah is the answer to some really icky Blind Items over the past couple of months.  Look it UP, Donna.