Most card-carrying fags and their hags celebrated Gay Pride weekend by flailing about 5th Avenue, but Liza Minnelli had other plans: her rainy Saturday was spent at lesbian watering hole Rubyfruit, where she crowned winners at the Pet Pride beauty pageant. If anyone deserves to reign over a butch/femme pet fashion showdown, it's undoubtedly the Queen of Queens.
Oh, dear Jon Stewart. Oh, dear fearless progressive gay-rights-loving Jon Stewart. How many questions, we wondered yesterday, would Jon ask our beloved Anderson Cooper, his guest last night, about the quasi-mysterious "Julio"? The answer: Zero. But Jon did talk Anderson up for a while on the topic of just how hot Angelina Jolie is — while the Coop held up his end of the conversation by giggling like a little girl and shifting nervously in his chair.
If you were wondering, Kevin Federline feels "good about the penny," as he announced to a crowd of at least 25 people who gathered in Times Square yesterday. As captured by our brilliant intern-cum-videoslave Scott Kidder, the occasion was marked by inexplicable skywriting, a penny-encrusted truck, and spastic publicist control of the "crowd" (consisting mostly of depressed cameramen), and a post-promotional smoke.
We at Defamer realize that there are many outlets where one can view clear, paparazzi-quality video of hotel heiresses demonstrating their ability to drive an SUV towards or away from a nightclub or promotional event. But we know that something magical happens when one of our readers takes the trouble to send us blurry, cameraphone footage of such a momentous event, and so we share this shaky video of Paris Hilton driving away from last night's T-Mobile Sidekick 3 party at the Palladium, in which she manages not to commit vehicular manslaughter or consume illegal drugs for at least 14 seconds. Please note in your diaries exactly where you were when you watched this clip, because we have a feeling you're going to want to remember it for the rest of your lives.
We recognize that you probably didn't have the patience to sit through two solid hours of Anderson Cooper chatting with Angelina Jolie about her many, many charitable works, so we've helpfully condensed the overlong interview down to the only part you care about: when she talks about her kids. Jolie somewhat shockingly reveals that the birth of Shiloh has factionalized her brood—Maddox has embraced his new sister, while jealous Zahara is still suspicious of the baby. This crucial admission reinforces that Jolie's use of strategic adoption is to correct the undue influence of the the newly-formed Cambodian-Biological bloc on intrafamilial policy, not color-balance her children for the purpose of more striking People cover shoots.
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We didn't entirely hate Anderson Cooper's interview last night with Angelina Jolie, even though we were bored out of our bedraggled little minds. There was one high point, in particular, that captured our hearts: footage of Cooper in Rwanda, filmed 12 years ago. Go ahead, just turn off the volume and stare at the hair.
"Let's wrap this up, Mr. Peanut's dick is riding right up my ass."
With all the hoopla in the tech world over trivia like censorship or the turning of political dissidents over to oppressive foreign governments, it's good to know that this weekend, brave protesters picketed the San Francisco Apple store for that most basic of human rights — the right to play all kinds of music on the iPod. Blogging filmmakers Kent and Jen publish video from the Digital Rights Management protest.
His makeup job was horrendous this AM on the Today show. He looked like a drag queen.
This weekend, Google launched a U.S. Government search (didn't we already have one?) aimed at government employees — probably building on its lesson, learned when helping out FEMA with Google Maps, that the U.S. government couldn't find its own ass with its hands glued to it.
Foosball games in the dot-com-heavy South Park neighborhood don't mean there's a bubble — it'll be a bubble when a San Francisco startup has room for ping-pong tourneys. But it still felt like 1993 (for those of us who weren't still in grade school) at the offices of Jumpcut.com today. A team from the online-video-editing startup battled the guys from Valleyschwag (the schwag-magazine division of web-dev company Rubyred Labs, which lives across the street). It was a foosball tournament for the ages — or at least for the weekend.
Humorist Dave Barry once described Richard Nixon's resignation statement as "a semicoherent speech about his mother that may well rank as the single most embarrassing moment in American history." Watching this clip of Connie Chung "singing" farewell to her audience leads us to believe that the 37th president can finally rest in peace. Maury, we forgive you too.
The interview concluded with a tearful, gum-smacking appeal to the media for her privacy, and a kiss-off to Madonna and Kabbalah ("She's a very smart lady.") It wasn't all dispiriting, however, as at one point Spears revealed her enthusiasm for interior redecorating— which she terms "redoin'!"—and an obsessive compulsive passion for cleaning, divulging to Lauer, "Yes, I have a maid that comes once a week, but she slacks a little bit." The lazy employee is kept on staff, however, as she speaks no English, making her a handy scapegoat for the star's various troubles. When questioned by concerned authorities about her latest baby bobbling mishap, Spears always has the option of turning to the cleaning woman and saying, "But you were the one who tipped the high chair over when you were waxin' the floors. Didn'tcha, Consuela?" to which the unilingual domestic will inevitably nod enthusiastically.
Well. That was interesting.
The Today show gave an excellent, five-minute teaser of Matt Lauer's Dateline interview with Britney Spears, making us really amped up for tonight's full-length version. We could really use a good cry, and all the better to share it with Brit. But the real star is Lauer, who keeps a straight face throughout the entire affair, even when Spears tries to explain why it was OK to drive with her baby on her lap ("ma bayby," she calls him). A stronger person than we are, Lauer treats Spears with respect, and the man should get a medal for his efforts — though that medal should then be promptly taken away for his attempt to pull off loafers without socks.
