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He’s taking over the world

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John Stewart for President!

Debate the legal drinking age? In college? Why not?

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Michael Phelps gets his dolla dolla on

…but JLo doesn’t get it

Can’t someone just put us out of our misery, by putting HIM out of his misery?

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Nobody likes Madonna

I am as obsessed with celebrity news as the next person; I am constantly perusing PerezHilton.com, TMZ.com, and all the other gossip pages, to read up on celeb news. I’m the first one to answer all the Pop Culture questions right at Trivia Night, and I thrive on reading the most intimate details of fights, breakups and love triangles of those we adorn from afar.

But even I, as much of a celeb-session that I have, do not think it’s appropriate to showcase your one month old child on the cover of US Weekly, People, In Touch, OK! or others, bartering with various publications for who will pay the most for the first pics of the new bebe.

In an article by Forbes Magazine, the topic of celebrity baby pictures – and the outlandish prices – was addressed. According to reports, JLo and Marc Anthony were paid $6 million from People Magazine for the first shots of the twins. $6 million?! For baby photos?! That’s more than I’ll make in a lifetime – hey, that’s more than everyone I know combined will make in a life time!

While I think it’s ridiculous to pull figures for your children, at least, if you do it, be charitable about it. Take the famous Brangelina couple, who, at the birth of Shiloh in 2006, were paid $4.1 million by People for the pics, all of which they donated entirely to an African charity. Okay so, still not the best idea to pimp out your kid for some dough, but at least, if you’re going to do it (which they all are – can we guess how much Ashlee & Pete will get???), they did it with some class. Read More »

If you’re anything like me, you set your alarm yesterday for 7/6C sharp to catch a glimpse at J.Lo’s $6 Million babies. (If you’re really like me you fell asleep again after forgetting what your alarm was set for) People magazine bought the first photos of little Max and Emme for a pretty penny and have showcased them on newsstands, their web site, and from rooftops everywhere.

The babies are cute, but not $6 Million cute. To hit that mark they would’ve had to be sleeping with puppies or riding on baby goats (baby animals can significantly up any aww factor). But instead the kids are just sleeping on Mom. Despite being tiny celebrities in their own right, I think people forget that they’re still newborns. Not much to see.

Hopefully J.Lo will donate some of the money to a worthy non-profit, but it’s more likely she’ll use it to by more luxury items for her little cash calves.

But can you blame her? No matter how much it bothers me, in the back of my mind I know I am more upset with the millions of people buying the magazines than the celebrities selling pictures of their kids to the highest bidder.

I knew it was a bad idea for Jennifer Lopez to have a baby.

I knew it. My reasoning, initially, was that there is NO WAY that she wouldn’t be the most selfish mother on the planet earth. I figured, she’ll pop out two super demons and quickly drop them off with some nanny named Maria that she can holler at in Spanish on how to raise her children, while she exercises her famous ass off on the Stairstepper and gets back to taking over the world… one floppy umbrella hat at a time.

Oh no, instead she has decided to breed a new set of materialistic, cashmere wrapped, $169 dollar onesie wearing, BABIES. I understand that money is all “perspective” but for Gods sake, what happens when they spit up on their cashmere blankie? Does it become a dish towel, or toilet paper??

The babies don’t know the difference, the parents do. Therefore, J.Lo’s ridiculous spending is just validation that she has an irrational case of diva behavior. Even Beyonce would be impressed by this.

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Both of my best buds are just some skinny bitches. Always have been, always will be. But their eat anything and still stay small bods are just not happening for a lot of the rest of us, and even at my best weight I probably wouldn’t be as small around as either of them. Ever since I hit puberty I haven’t been able to break below a size 10 at my best, though I haven’t been much past a size 14 at my worst.

I always assumed, however, from everything I saw on TV and in Hollywood, that in order to be considered beautiful as a female, I had be half the size I am.

Now I’m not going to give you some bull about how I’m perfectly happy with my body, I’m not. I’d definitely like to tone up and lose that tummy flab, but on my own terms, and in the meantime is it too much to ask to at least feel comfortable in the not even overweight body I’m in? But I have to face the facts; I am an average sized girl living in a skinny mini world, and the days when my weight would be considered acceptable and even hot (i.e. Marilyn’s day) are long gone.

Or so I thought. All my life I’ve been told that the thinner you are, the happier you are, the richer you are, and the prettier you are. Well if that’s the case, then why is it, in iVillage’s 10 Stars Over Size 2, every single one of those women are grinning their phat faces off? Umm, maybe it’s because they’re all rolling in the big bucks, and not starving or cutting themselves up with surgery to do it. Read More »