Assy Style When Bad Hair… Happens to a supermodel. It’s a testament to Christy’s undisputed gorgessity that her face remains unaffected. Because when most of us wear bad hair, everything else goes to sh*t too. But still… Not even Christy Turlington can pull off this half mullet. WTF??? This is Christy yesterday By Lainey • Apr 10, 2008 09:34 am
Assy Style Kate Hudson and Dangling Dicks As gorgeous as she is, sometimes Kate Hudson just flies off the rails, you know what I mean? Check it out – Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey in London for the premiere of Fool’s Gold. I have no idea what the f&ck she’s wearing. It’s atrocious. By Lainey • Apr 10, 2008 08:06 am
Quiveration The Jim Face on Today Everyone’s boyfriend next door John Krasinski stopped by The Today Show this morning to promote Leatherheads opening today. There’s the trademark sheepish look – the one that makes us quiver. But …. I hate his hair. John can’t “do” his hair. His hair just won’t get “done”. Not By Lainey • Apr 04, 2008 05:07 am
Assy Style Whitesnake Jackson Here I go again on my own Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known Sigh… I miss the 80s. And I miss this video. Pure 80s rock video cheese. With Tawny Kitaen (isn’t that the best name ever???!!??) writhing on top of a jaguar… they just don’ By Lainey • Mar 31, 2008 03:18 am
Assy Style Simon Darker A one time member of the Freebie Five, Simon Pegg was on hand last night at the premiere of Run Fatboy Run, costarring Thandie Newton and directed by David Schwimmer. Yes, that David Schwimmer. The man who played limp Ross. Limp Ross who was inconceivably written as Rachel Green’s By Lainey • Mar 25, 2008 04:48 am
Assy Style Brendan Fraser Has No Friends Because If he had friends, true friends, they would tell him straight up – dude, don’t fight it man. Just go bald. Clearly Brendan has no friends. And he no longer has a wife either. Maybe that’s why he’s trying to save his manhood by faking his hair. By Lainey • Mar 14, 2008 05:24 am
Chinese Squawking Chicken How Brits Cut No one can cut you like a Brit… or my mother. It was her birthday yesterday, she called me at 2 in the afternoon: “It’s my birthday today. Were you at the gym?” So few words, so much sting. Guilting me, of course, for not calling her at the By Lainey • Mar 10, 2008 06:24 am
