Well, we mama-bear types here at the Awful Truth wanna help Brit out. So, here’s our Sick-Sick Six list of things Ms. Bee needs to do pronto to prove she’s a competent parent and retain custody:
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Considering Russ-doll’s rumored Oscar sniffs for said flick that I mentioned last week, I was way curious to find out the real chaps-wearin’ deal with R.C.’s badass character, Ben Wade.
“I don’t like the guy,” R.C. admitted to a swarm of us snoopy types. “But I like playing the guy. I wouldn’t want to hang out with him, though.” Totally agree, dollface. Gettin’ shot in the bum ain’t my idea of fun, either. Sorta like havin’ a phone thrown at your noggin, eh? Still, who doesn’t root for the bad boy sometimes? I know I do.
“Yeah, but that’s totally the sickness of your society,” R.C. shot back.
Your society? Excuse me, American ways (effed-up or otherwise) are only good for doling out Academy Awards, but then it’s a hands-off policy?
Then again, isn’t that precisely why we just love you, Russ-cakes?
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“You know, I’m not going to compare the two,” Chris-babe scoffed. “They’re great different people, and Katie did a wonderful job, but Maggie is doing a wonderful job. I’m not going to compare the two of them. It’s chalk and cheese.”
Obvs C-babe’s bat wings must be on too tight, 'cause how can you not compare them? They are playing the exact same gal who gets to knock tonsils with ya, right? Right.
And what’s with this chalk 'n' cheese thing? Which one’s which, I wonder? Chris, are ya sayin’ Katie’s too cheesy since her hookup with Tommy C? I know, I know, this is how nasty goss gets started, so never mind.
An doc insider also swears there’s “no romance” between P 'n' H. But we here at Awful Suck-Face Central still believe Paris is interested in Adrian, even if the feelings aren’t necessarily mutual. As for the A-man, our source swears he’s simply using P to attract the subject of his project...the paps. Smart guy, that Grenier, because what babe is better than P. Hil at attracting snappers?
So, if they’re not hot 'n' heavy, as this one camper swears, what does Paris get outta the sitch? Simple, really. She’s trying to get some much-needed credibility by palling around with a “serious actor” type (heaven forbid A.G. qualifies as such, but you get the desperate drift, I’m sure). Bonus that Adrian’s into green issues and is a major player on a hit show. Don’t be surprised if Paris gets a choice cameo in Entourage after this little liaison is over and done with.
And while one Simple Life chica cavorts around Hollywood, cameras in tow, her sidekick Nicole Richie has been doin’ her darnedest to avoid the scene—and spotlight—lately...that La Conversation stopover mentioned in the Hum notwithstanding. The mama-bear-to-be was spotted Monday evening at a strip-mall sushi joint in the Valley, of all hideously unhip places. Fellow fish munchers report Nic had a torched-eel roll and “didn’t eat much.”
Our first thought was that pregnant peeps aren’t supposed to be eating sushi, right? Guess “torched” technically means semicooked, but still, why risk it? And second, Nic’s expecting, obvs—we always thought one of the best things about being a mom is license to eat whatever the hell you want. So, why not forget the light and dainty fare, hon, and go hit the nearest In-N-Out, already?
Or is that Paris’ turf?