Teri Hatcher Gossip
The good news is… her face doesn’t look so terrifying. Amazing how some people put other people into perspective, right? Constant shots of Madonna and Granny Freeze have numbed us all, no pun intended. The bad news… she’s shopping at the mall. You know those ladies’ stores at the mall? They have names like After Six. Full Story
Seriously…why was Teri Hatcher at Fashion Rocks? Is Teri Hatcher hip? Remotely hip? Please. That face is frightening. And those questionable concrete tits, while not as offensive as Victoria Beckham’s, aren’t exactly appetising either. Sigh… Not everyone is Demi Moore. In all fairness though, have heard from sources on the set of Desperate Housewives that Teri is chilling out. Full Story
Just couldn’t help myself on Wednesday – had to PVR the American Idol Gives Back telethon. Was at times cringing at the irresistible cheese (Celine & Elvis) and at others moved to tears – heaving, sobbing, wailing, particularly when the unflappable Simon Cowell lost his shit. And of course for Annie Lennox…had to tune in for Annie Lennox. Full Story
Not that this needs an explanation but whatever. Why pass up an opportunity to slag a bitch?
First the bust. She couldn’t fill the bust. So whenever she walked, the top part of her dress would move around, not having any flesh to hold it in place – particularly noticeable when she walked across the stage to present an award, flashing a 3 inch gap between her gown and her chest. Full Story
Do I need to remind you of the eyesores she’s worn before? Here…let me remind you.
But still…in the past… I have refused to cut Patricia Arquette. Because in spite of the example set by other prime time players on television, Patricia has avoided the Teri Hatcher habit of squeezing the life out of her face and the other endless examples of emaciated celebrity garishly illustrated by her peers. Full Story
Hands down, without a doubt, the two biggest bitches at Sundance – Teri Hatcher and Kristen Bell aka Veronica Mars.
First Teri – saw her hangin’ off her man (ex boyfriend of Eva Longoria) arriving at the Village at the Lift where the Fred Segal suite was open for business. Pappies were flashing, she seemed smug and sated about finally finding herself a fool willing to date her, and at the same time desperately aware of the absurdity of the situation – he is, after all, a decent looking man with prospects. Full Story
Clearly taking a page from the Tom Cruise Book of Fag Camouflage. Step 1 - pretend you like fast cars:
But have you ever seen a man LESS suited to high octane, high testosterone race car driving than Ryan Seacrest? Check out Seacrest in all his vain ass glory this weekend at the Coca Cola 600. Aside from the fact that Teri Hatcher pretty much outed him on Letterman 2 weeks ago, is there anyone out there who still thinks this homo gay is not a homo gay? Full Story
In the immortal words of my former eTalk producer and close friend Duana... SIT DOWN Eva Longoria. The term SIT DOWN - with much emphasis on the DOWN - refers to someone whose famewhoring is spinning wildly out of control, so much so that they speak at inappropriate times, they shove themselves in front of the camera at inappropriate moments, and like Teri Hatcher who originally inspired the expression during the Golden Globes in January, should really just 'SIT DOWN and SHUT THE F*C K UP. Full Story
Dear gossips,
'Tis a busy season in smut, y'all. Hope you're keeping up.
In today's issue: Denise digs deeper, the Pitts and their People mouthpiece, Teri Hatcher can't stop talking, a vacancy in Paris, more 90210 nostalgia, and Janet's mission is accomplished.
So Teri's coming out with a book. And to publicise the book, she goes on Oprah. While she's on Oprah, she discusses her history of abuse, she discusses how it affected her marriage, she was open and honest, and I dare say - I actually liked her. But then came the big mistake. Because just when you thought it was a well executed, image boosting appearance, out comes the Ryan Seacrest question. Full Story
Look, I was all over leather pants… IN 1998!!! But in LA??? In the middle of April? For dinner??? Someone, anyone…find this woman a boyfriend. Her desperation and her 40 year old libido are wreaking havoc on my eyes. I'm telling you… the poor thing is one date with Ryan Seacrest away from Teri Hatcher. Full Story
This weekend at the GLAAD awards. So is there any wonder why the entire smutting universe thinks Ryan Seacrest is gay? What self respecting straight man would hit this? Teri Hatcher is an instant erection killer. And at this rate, the wretched hag is going to be single for life. Poor thing. Now I feel sorry for her. Full Story
Good times, good times. I loved that movie. Brad Pitt’s abs, Gina going postal and robbing that convenience store, Susan’s breakdown when she finally reveals her traumatic past, their mature-woman bodies jammed into too tight jeans and sun-fried beyond recognition – it was kick ass estrogen at its most fantastical. Full Story
I’m about to gloat, just a little. If you can’t handle it, skip to the next. Gloating isn’t terribly gracious, but then again, neither is gossiping. And in this business, I gotta give my sources their due when they come through.
On Sunday night, following the BAFTAs, I reported exclusively on the bedroom eye action going on between Renee Z and George Clooney at the event. Full Story
Ms Z showed up at a pre-BAFTA Vogue event on Saturday night looking like complete arse. Thank Goddess things improved for the main show on Sunday. She appeared a lot more pulled together, if not a bit frozen. Anyway, gossips are now raging all over the UK that Renee was making goo goo eyes at George Clooney all night, looking at him “longingly” throughout the evening, perhaps eager to rekindle whatever it was that they shared a few years ago, pre-Kenny, pre-spinal injury. Full Story
UPDATE: Thursday night - am still sick. Also being whisked away for romantic weekend at a cabin by the sea with husband and dog. If you're bored - do your homework at Perez and Jared and The Superficial etc. If you're still bored, go through my archives and figure out my blind items. Back with fresh smut and a better week on Sunday night.
Dear gossips,
Maybe it’s the Tylenol 3 I popped this afternoon but for some reason, no one really offended me at the Grammys tonight. Am I just really high or did most of them do a pretty good job?
Thank Goddess for Teri Hatcher, otherwise my raging bitch would not have had the chance to come out and play.
As promised, here’s my Grammy wrap-up.
George Clooney is the Man. Indisputably so. But if he really is hittin’ this bitch, he doesn’t deserve my Oscar vote. Because Teri Hatcher is a MESS! The only good thing I can say about this getup is that I like the back of her dress. Everything else is arse. Arse arse arse. Call me crazy but I think I’d rather look at the man called Fergie than at Teri Hatcher and her crumbling face. Full Story
Oh sweet Goddess. When it rains, it pours. Major buzz in Hollywood that Teri Hatcher and George Clooney went out on a date a few days ago. Something about dinner in Malibu. While neither of them are talking, every gossip worth her smut is running around trying to get confirmation. For the record, I don't have it. Full Story
Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the sick elation I felt after wolfing down a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese and a super size helping of fries. But I didn’t think Teri Hatcher looked too bad tonight. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised to see her with some curves. The ass looked relatively meaty and the arms weren’t in danger of snapping, and even her face looked like it was holding up well in the California sunshine. Full Story
Before I get into the details, I'm sorry if I haven't answered your blind item guesses directly. I'll try to address as many of them as I can in the Monday Mailbag sessions.
She's renowned for her beauty and revered for her body and even though she's probably past her prime, it doesn't mean she's still not a hot piece of ass. Full Story