Blink. Blink. Yeah. I KNOW.
Listen, I never believed for one second that Natalie Wood stumbled around in a nightgown and jacket to take a little time out on the dinghy attached to the yacht The Splendor that fateful night. Nor do I believe she got close enough to the edge to "fall" into the drink. Anyone who is terrified of "dark water" will tell you, NO WAY. In my mind there has been a Big Secret between Robert Wagner and Christopher Walken about what really happened that night off the coast of Catalina.
Look what we have here:
"An explosive new coroner's report reveals Hollywood star Natalie Wood was likely beaten aboard her yacht before he went overboard and drowned in 1981.
The Los Angeles County coroner's examination of the Wood case also found flaws in 'every major' finding of the previous autopsy report that led medical examiners to rule the Hollywood star's death an accident.
It's the latest step toward settling the question of whether Wood was murdered, or whether she accidentally fell overboard on her 60-foot yacht and drowned - as the original police investigation concluded.
The new coroner's examination asserts that bruises found on the actress' wrists, knees, and ankles were consistent with her being beaten..."
Natalie and Christopher were filming "Brainstorm" together at the time of her death. As well already know, the trio all went out drinking earlier the evening she died. Let me ask you something. Would Christopher have enough emotion invested in Natalie to beat the crap out of his co-star--or does that sound like something her possibly jealous and angry husband might do?
Written by: Diva Julia
Well, now. What's going on with Mr. Thicke? He just postponed a concert in Honolulu for "personal reasons" which always perks up my ears.
A concert by Robin Thicke scheduled for Friday, Nov. 16, has been postponed, announced promoters Digs Hawaii, Architechs and Tantriq.
The concert will now take place on Jan. 26, 2013 at Blaisdell Concert Hall. Tickets purchased for Friday’s show will be honored on the new date. Refunds will be available beginning Wednesday, Nov. 14, at the original point of purchase.
Thicke’s concert was rescheduled “for personal reasons,” said Chris Nakano of Digs Hawaii via email. “We apologize for the inconvenience of this unfortunate situation. … Thank you for being patient and we hope to see you on Jan. 26.”
Ummm...okaaay. You didn't hear this from me (I'm just tellin' ya what I heard, anyway!) but this man has been known to be Up To The No Good every once in awhile. Guess we'll keep you posted on this one.
Hey, remember when Robin Thicke just went by the name "THICKE", and he looked like Jesus? I LOVED this song back in the day.
Written by: Diva Julia
Spin has a positive take on Rod: The Autobiography, a new memoir by the 67 year old British rocker.
Calling Stewart's book "a fun rollicking read" the music magazine compares it favorably to the recent autobiographical offerings of fellow musicians Neil Young and Pete Townshend.
The Forever Young singer dishes about the inspiration of "Maggie May", his 1971 hit. When he was 16 years old and attending a Jazz Fest in London Stewart says:
"I lose my by then not remotely prized virginity to an older (and larger) woman who has come on to me very strongly in the beer tent..."
He also talks about his fear that nasally ingesting cocaine would damage his voice and how he got around that worry:
"So we started buying anticold capsules from the chemist's, separating the two halves of the capsules, replacing their contents with a pinch of cocaine, and then taking the capsules anally, where, of course, the human body being a wonderful thing, they would dissolve effortlessly into the system."
Last but not least, Stewart addresses one of the biggest pre-internet rumors EVER, that after a night in a gay bar in San Diego, he had to have his semen filled stomach pumped. He explains this was a vicious lie started by a disgruntled ex-manager, and says:
"I have never orally pleasured even a solitary sailor...And I have never had my stomach pumped, either of naval-issue semen nor of any other kind of semen."
Now we just need Richard Gere to pin the gerbil rumor on Sylvester Stallone and we're good.
Rod: The Autobiography is available at Amazon.
Written by: Kia K.
Amanda, Amanda, Amanda.
After being kicked out of a SoulCycle spin class at Equinox in Hollywood on Tuesday allegedly for displaying more erratic behavior, Amanda released a statement to people magazine saying that she is completely fine and still maintaining the fact that she doesn’t drink and the DUI stories are all false.
TMZ reports that during the spin class, Amanda randomly got up and switched bikes, before taking off her shirt to reveal her sexy, black push-up (NON-sports) bra, drawing the attention of the instructor, and most likely everyone else in the class. But it wasn’t until she got up and walked to the mirror, where she spent 10 minutes re-applying her makeup that she was asked to leave.
Later that day, Entertainment Tonight released the first live video of her insane behavior so that we all could finally witness it firsthand.
In the video, the paparazzi pulls a sneak attack on a unsuspecting Amanda by running up behind her quietly to snap photos while the actress was walking down Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles. After she throws her hands up and covers her face, Amanda tries to reason with the pap, telling him that she’ll let him take a picture if she lets him see the ones he got.
Upon inspection, Amanda tells him he needs to ''delete the one of my face, I have to look beautiful.''
The two scuffle, fighting over the camera, with the photographer yelling at her to stop pinching him and digging her nails into his neck, and Amanda walking away from the scene calmly repeating, “I didn’t touch you.”
Does it go against my journalistic integrity to use a O___O emoticon to describe how I felt watching this? Because oh, well.
Today, it was reported that Amanda was dropped by her entire management team. Her agent, publicist and lawyer have all walked away, citing that they have made “multiple efforts” to help her, but concluding that they "can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped.”
My offer still stands, babygirl; let’s grab a drink. Or, you can have a water since you apparently don’t consume any alcohol. But I’ll definitely need one.
Written by: AmandaRae
In today's trip down memory lane, we visit with Monica Lewinsky and Kato Kaelin. One major and one minor character in two of the biggest sagas of the nineties.
Monica Lewinsky, apparently tired of running from her history, is shopping a tell all memoir. According to Newsday, the proceedings are very hush hush, complete with non disclosure agreements to even engage in talks with America's most famous intern. The other players in the melodrama that shook President Clinton's presidency and brought him to the edge of impeachment are publicly thriving.
Even the wholly reprehensible Linda Tripp has found a successful career as the proprietor of a shop selling Christmas collectibles in the monied enclave of Middleburg, VA (known to Project Runway Season 1 fans as home to Wendy Pepper). What tone this book will take is anyone's guess. But as someone a couple of years younger than Monica who had a number of questionable romantic entanglements in my 20's, I'm hoping she is triumphant in her second act.
Total aside, but visions of ladies who lunch, clad in equestrian gear, buying $1,000 tree ornaments make me miss Dominick Dunne. Then again, maybe not so much an aside as a segue, because of Dunne's epic coverage of the OJ Simpson murder trial.
Which brings us to America's most famous house guest, Kato Kaelin. He is talking and the one and only Cindy Adams and she is listening. His mumbling testimony during the 1995 trial, which accused OJ of killing his ex wife Nicole Brown and her friend Ronald Goldman, had Kato declared a hostile witness. Seventeen years later, he is loud and clear and in his belief that OJ did it.
So I'm twisting the top back on the time capsule. Unless Tonya Harding is up to some particularly ratchet activities I need to fill you in on.
Written by: Kia K.