All the trash that’s fit to print:
John Mayer a twit? So the big buzzy thing on the intertubes is that Jennifer Aniston broke up with John Mayer due to his Twitter addiction. Of course THEN the obligatory “he just couldn’t measure up to Brad” talk started. But really, Mayer was a Twitter moderate compared to some. Meh. Maybe his body just wasn’t such a wonderland after all?
Shut up, Lars Ulrich. Metallica drummer and massive tool Lars Ulrich — notorious for cracking down on thousands of fans for downloading their songs on Napster (heh, remember Napster? Good times.) — reveals in this Wired interview he downloaded a leaked version of his own band’s latest album. Er Lars? You’re doing it wrong.
Oh no, Willy didn’t make it. And he crushed our boy! Everyone’s favourite Jim Henson production, Bindi Irwin, is apparently going to star in the fourth sequel to Free Willy (there was a third?). It also involves Beau Bridges and is set in South Africa. Of course.
GOOP-watch: ZOMG technology! This week’s GOOP is a video from Gwynnie’s “organic plastic surgeon” (which is Gwynspeak for “personal trainer”), Tracey Anderson, complete with snazzy graphics and everything.
See, this is what we love about GOOP; it’s one thing for self-indulgent movie stars to spend their time writing free blog-style emails, but it goes to a whole new level of awesome, crazy narcissism when they pay people to create professional video graphics for them (unless Gwyneth possesses secret design and multimedia skillz?!?! Discuss.)
” Here is a spanking new dance cardio routine from Tracy Anderson to get our heart rates up and the inches melting away,” says Gwyneth. Note the inclusive language there: our heart rates. She has “saddle bags” too, remember?
Meanwhile, the awesome Go Fug Yourself ladies have a great GOOP analysis on NY mag:
Little by little, GOOP’s relentless obliviousness sneaks up on you and becomes oddly charming. Once you realize you’re reading it not for the information, but for the peek into how Gwyneth ticks, it becomes hilarious – not annoying – when Gwyneth blithely exalts rare hibiscus-flavored Majorcan salt, or recommends giving someone a $1,400 leather weekend-getaway bag for Christmas. You react with an amused, “Of course” when a pal of the woman who once evangelized macrobiotic living produces a recipe called “Dino Meat,” made of unappetizing lumps of obscure meat substitute served with mushy grains arranged in the shape of a cow (the awesome photo of which single-handedly validated our continued membership).
Go read the whole thing.
