Our own Mollygood editor Whitney Little reports on last night's premiere of Dancing With the Stars and the crazy antics of Young Frankenstein's Cloris Leachman:
"Who knew the 82-year-old would inject some life into this drag of a program?"
Some gays are up in arms because Lance Bass won't have a male partner on this season's Dancing With The Stars. That's understandable. Bass is, after all, of the homo persuasion.
Though aware of the outrage, Dancing producers said same-sex partners simply aren't part of the show's purview.
After months of speculation and nearly catastrophic anticipation, ABC today announced its latest Dancing With The Stars line-up. And, yes, homosexual pop star Lance Bass will be among the jitter bugs, which includes Kim Kardashian, celebrity chef Rocco DiSpirito, some Olympians and others.
Those of you who wanted Bass to have a same-sex dance partner will be sorely disappointed: he's cha-chaing with a lady named Lacey Schwimmer.
Lance Bass’ new boyfriend, Sebastian Leal, has a wife. Yep, you read that right. The personal trainer, who has been dating the former boy bander for a few weeks, married a woman nine years ago and failed to get a divorce.
Former boy bander and forever homosexual Lance Bass came out against homophobia for this year’s Day of Silence, which commemorates those lost to anti-gay violence.
At left, the new issue of Details: "Ryan Seacrest knows what you think of him."
At right, the January issue of The Advocate: "Lance Bass knows you talk trash about him."
It's not that we think Dan Peres copied The Advocate.
It's just there are so few things you can say about gay people to make them sound interesting.
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• Kim Cattrall is quick to remind us all that she hates Sarah Jessica, Cynthia Nixen and Kristin Davis i real life. That amazing, uplifting on-screen friendship that the entire series/unnecessary movie is based around? It's called acting.
• Stereohyped's editor freezes her ass off to interview Chris Brown. So you unappreciative jerks better watch it. And enjoy it.
• Lance Bass finds another person more attractive (and desperate for publicity) than himself to date.
• Cow falls from sky, crushes minivan on the road. Seriously.
• We can only hope/pray that rumors of a Spencer Pratt tape have been greatly exaggerated.
Last night, everyone who was anyone headed to Avery Fisher Hall for the Glamour Awards to whip out their (embroidered) handkerchiefs and sob their way through an emotional awards ceremony paying tribute to various strong, empowering women who, coincidentally, also happened to be famous.
Afterwards, the teary-eyed guests checked their designer watches, carefully shoved their balled up Kleenex into their shiny Marc Jacobs' bags, and hightailed it over to Butter for the restaurant/club's fifth anniversary party.
You may not know Intern Whitney, but you've already seen glimpses of her personality.
Her ability to round up the weekly celebrity news cycle is a testament to her efficiency, ability to prioritize, and encyclopedic knowledge of all things Britney. Her contribution to the crappiest things about the Emmy's neatly summed up our hatred of an awards show best known for not being the one where Isaac Mizrahi fondled Scarlett Johansson on the red carpet. Her willingness to interview a certified body language expert revealed the very pliancy we tend to look for in all our Jossip interns, as well as a misplaced trust in authority and adorable naivety.
Which is why we were hardly surprised when, a few weeks back, Intern Whitney told us her most shameful secret: She spent the bulk of her adolescence nursing an unrequited crush on former boy bander, Lance Bass. Awww/ewww! Bass, better known as "the gay one," has apparently captivated our Whitney since she was too young to know any better, and too proud to admit how wrong she was.
The Lance Bass book party last night was dull, but a good networking opportunity for gay journalists. Apparently Michael Musto has game. Who knew? [Queerty]
• Presidential hopeful (and devout Yankees fan) Rudy Giulani recently admitted he's rooting for the Red Sox in the World Series. If the man can't maintain a firm stance on baseball teams, how can we trust that he'll stick to his avid pro-choice agenda?
• Disappointed Kelly Rowland fans are tersely informed that there will be no concert or ticket refunds. Then again, hadn't they already essentially thrown their money in the trash by purchasing tix to a Kelly Rowland concert in the first place?
• Jemma Ward is neither Chinese nor Indian, yet she was on the cover for the premiere issues of both Vogue China and Vogue India. That girl is fierce.
• Lindsay Lohan is a living, breathing testament to the fact that nothing cures long-term drug abuse and chronic alcoholism like dirty rehab sex and covert pill-popping.
Last week, Lance Bass proved he still had some residual bitterness about being the least talented member of an already overrated boy band. This week, he proves he'll do anything to grab the limelight. Including bitch and moan about Britney Spears and talk about the other N'Syncers homosexual tendencies.
Careful, Lance. Keep that up and you'll be known as "the surly one," instead of just "the guy from 'N Sync who wanted to go to outer space, but never made it and was all gay and shit!"
[Queerty]
After Britney Spears’s first train wreck marriage, Lance Bass came out to her to console her.
Since the outing, Britney married another idiot, had two kids and went crazy. Somehow her friendship with Lance fell by the wayside. Too bad for Lance: now that he’s played his gay card, he could have used his connection with Britney to stay in the tabs. Oh wait, he already did!
[Queerty]
Hey, remember that little Lance Bass/NY Mag story we told you about earlier? Specifically, the part where Bass (who sometimes dresses up in acid washed man-overalls) describes floral-print sofas as "tacky," and then goes on to complain that Justin Timberlake's NYC restaurant is too far uptown, sniping "The Upper East side? I'm not in college anymore."
Well, apparently Bass has decided to do the only thing befitting of a disgruntled former boy-bander: Overreact big-time, claim this was all part of some crazy New York Magazine conspiracy and then write babyish comments about spunky reporter Jada Yuan on his MySpace page.
Not surprisingly, NY Mag has decided to stand by its story. As such, they've posted a response to Bass' ramblings that both defends Yuan's honor and simultaneously impedes Bass' credibility as a dancer.
Meanwhile, we're still amused by Bass' claim that the UES reminds him of being back in college. Particularly since a quick glance at his Wikipedia entry shows that he never actually made it past high school.
"There’s a lot of pieces of crap here for a lot of money," Bass complains. "And I don’t think anyone here has any style. I was looking at fully furnished places and it was like, you can either have a bunch of floral prints or some dusty couch from the 1960s."
Angry words! Especially coming from the self-proclaimed style connoisseur who once wore this. And this. And, lest we forgot, this.
In other news, does anyone else find it strange that the main advertiser for the Lance Bass Picture Gallery (at www.teenidols4you.com) is none other than…WSJ Online?
[via Queerty]
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