It must be a sign of the times that you can read an article about Eminem and Moby and think, "God, I remember when those two were relevant." Well, back in my day kiddies, Eminem had public spats with just about everyone, from Britney to Christina to Fred Durst. But there was one infamous(?) incident at the VMAs that made Kid Rock and Tommy Lee's "fight" last year look like, well, a sad fight between two aging rock stars looking for once last shred of publicity/dignity.
The occasion in question involved Eminem getting all up in vegan peacenik Moby's face and shouting some stuff at him. Seriously, this happened six years ago, but Eminem is working shit out on his 9th step amends right now, so he's offered a public apology to Moby in his picture memoirs, Eminem: The Way I Am.
Apparently it was that damn puppet dog's fault:
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For a magazine that just moved from Boston to Washington, New York seems like an odd location for The Atlantic’s 150th Anniversary party. But as Andrew Sullivan says, “You can’t have a party unless it’s in New York.”
Fair enough. But that doesn’t explain The Atlantic’s venue choice: a theater in the village. With a full audience, the party was one-part open bar, one-part performance piece. While we drank, we couldn’t help but feel bad for The Atlantic fans in the crowd who had to watch a New York magazine photographer take pictures of Jared Kushner. The New Yorker festival seemed modest by comparison.
Ever wonder what the day-to-day activities of Karl Rove include?
We would think 1) biting his nails over the war in Iraq 2) planning a new swift boat controversy for the 2008 election 3) worrying about that blasted Office of Special Counsel and 4) when he could get home and get some from his wife Darby.
It never would have crossed our minds that he would waste our tax-paying time to become pen pals with now forgotten singer Moby. See, apparently Moby has a half-brother whom Moby "joked" might be related to Karl Rove. Naturally, Rove felt it necessary to follow up with handwritten letter on personalized White House stationary.
Page Six has the scoop, after the jump.
• Italian fashion heiress Margherita Missoni's costume lauded by all; Page Six calls her a "stripper." And is sorry. [P6]
• Madonna's latest incarnation: Jew for Jesus. [Scoop]
• Make death threats about Hilary Duff's music career, not her life. [TMZ]
• Borat wins at the box office, offering a case study to Democrats at how to make fun of the Midwest while still getting their vote. [M&C]
• Foxy Brown is about to be: dumped by Def Jam's Jay-Z; placed on same level with Christina Milian. [P6]
• If Moby has kids, he hopes they're faggalas. [Scoop]
• Cynthia Nixon continues her trend of milking her merits as an actress. New York continues to wish she would just go back to being Miranda. (Wed. 9/20-10/8) [NYM]
• Sometimes just saying "our world is totally fucked up" isn't enough. Allow Matthew Ritchie to express this to you in art form. (Thurs. 9/21) [Andrea Rosen Gallery]
• Moby must have lost his mind when he stopped e-mailing. He wants everyone to go dance with him in the Park. (Fri. 9/22) [Ultra New York]
• MoMa’s newest film exhibit confirms what everyone's been telling you all along: you are totally obsessed with yourself. (Sat. 9/23) [MoMa]
• Our dissing of Christopher Hitchens pales in comparison to the amount of hate the public has poured onto the Dixie Chicks. [Page Six]
• Quick, everyone, run to the Upper West Side and ring Moby's bell. He won't answer emails, but if you ring his bell, he'll let you in. His e-mail says so. [Radar]
• Oh, Bobby Brown. We know Whitney Houston left your ass … but did you have to go straight into the arms of the other woman? [R&M]
• If two gay, aging pop stars can make peace, why can’t the rest of the world follow suit? [Y!]
• Oh Lord. Now that Avril Lavigne's in love she's gonna stop hating guys and stuff. Remember when Alanis Morrisette did that? Boo. We like our Canadians angry. [AOL]
• So, Beck is officially, absolutely insane? [Pitchfork]
• What's the one thing celebs can not live without? That's right, folks. Their bikini waxers. [NYM]
• Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are still trying to get the world to love them again. [TMZ]
• And they are getting absolutely no help from the likes of Moby. [Scoop]
• PETA is so devoted to saving animals, that they really just don't have time to care about it when people die. Especially people who work with animals. [Us]
• It's a little disturbing that there really are Paris Hiltons all over the world. The situation is then made funny, however, that the Indian Paris Hilton looks most like America's WASPY-est heiress. [Radar]
• We thought it was the year of the dog or the pig or the monkey or something. Nope, it's the year of the Timberlake. [MSNBC]
• Why does Lindsay Lohan always get the free rehab offers? [Lowdown]
• Not only does Drew Barrymore have shitty parents, her boyfriend kinda sucks, too. Oh, well, at least she had a great stalker. [Mirror]
• Moby’s in L.A. now, so he doesn’t have to deal with this Teany issue in NYC. [Curbed]
• Marky Mark's wife is having a bambino — the craze continues it's downward trickle. [Us Weekly]
• Wow. Michael Bolton concerts actually can get more boring. [People]
• We had no idea that Michael Jackson’s homelessness would affect his rights to music he should've never had rights to in the first place. [Billboard]
• Forget Ed2010, and your dreams of being a Rolling Stone editor. It would be soo much cooler to be on a spaceship with Moby. [NME]
• You know it's Christmas in America when false idols top the gospel charts. [Monsters & Critics ]
• Because she has already completely sold her soul by marketing Judaism, Madonna has no problem putting herself on a bottle of wine. Madonna wine. It kinda' has a ring to it. [Celebrity Cellars]
• When Eminem and Dr. Dre set out to make hardcore music, we don't think they had torturing foreign prisoners in mind. Kabul just doesn't have that street gansta' feel to it. [MTV]
• Jimmy Choo president Tamara Mellon, who's been dating Girls Gone Wild bad boy Joe Francis, found out the real reason he didn't show up for a dinner date: he was smooching up Kimberly Stewart at the recent Pam Anderson roast. Her revenge? The following day, instead of flying off to Mexico with him, she sent a messenger with a manila envelope containing photos of Francis kissing Stewart. Gives a new take on the phrase, "air mail."
• Colin Farrell, chi chi man? So say his friends in Jane Kelly's unauthorized bio Colin Farrell: Living Dangerously, who claim his masculine image was sculpted by handlers. When he was a kid, he was a sissy. And that Irish accent? New to them!
• The World Music Awards, if you've heard of them, were a disaster, to put it simply. Taping was scheduled to being at 8pm but didn't get underway till 9pm. Throw continual stops and starts in the mix and you've got Stevie Wonder closing the show well after midnight.
• How do you detract from a steroid scandal? By getting married, of course! Lance Armstrong proposed to Sheryl Crow on Wednesday at Sun Valley, Idaho. No date's been set, but we're betting they won't be honeymooning in France.
• Without the long wigs and plastered on white make up, we just might not recognize the new Michael Jackson when he reappears post-makeover. Well, only if we're wearing our Jesus Juice goggles.
• Moby is moving on up — to Central Park West. The electronica tea drinker is leaving behind the Lower East Side for a $4.5 million five-level penthouse (two 360-degree views), but he'll venture downtown to make sure teany's running lemon-y.
• Paula Abdul will likely remain a judge on American Idol, even while she dallies with "roving correspondent" duties on So You Think You Can Dance. Fox hired an independent counsel to look into Corey Clark's allegations of misconduct, but if they don't find anything once auditions start August 18, she's free to rejoin Simon and Randy.
• Stephen Dorff is moving on quickly from Pamela Anderson's snub, landing in the arms of heiress Alexandra Miller von Furstenberg, ex-wife to Alexandre von Furstenberg.
• Newsstand owner Nagi Nashal is headed to prison for six months stemming from his threats to blow up the New York Post's circulation offices after they printed Saddam Hussein in this tighty whities on the cover. We were just as angry, but probably for very different reasons.
• Moby suddenly switched gears on his feelings for Eminem. Now that the rapper is said to be retiring, the tea phene thinks the "world of music would be a poorer place" without him. Meanwhile, Em is apparently still in love with the woman he wants to kill, Kim Mathers.
• If you can't get enough of Jann Wenner's cleanly desk policies, perhaps you'll enjoy a dose of Jannerisms.
• Michael Moore gets sappy at his Traverse City Film Festival, which is playing home to right-wing protestors. Oh, and films.
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