On Monday, we mentioned Mischa Barton was back in town, having been spotted in West Hollywood near a doc known for his, uh, unconventional ways with wacky-smelling substances. Nuala Barton, M's mama, contacted me right away, claiming we were incorrect in our celeb sighting, as her daughter hasn’t been in Hell-Ay for months. Failure to run a retraction, she stated, would warrant legal consequences.
Done. We officially retract the sighting, no funny-doc biz for Meesh!
Indeed, when N.B. received my auto-reply back after her initial email, she reiterated that I’d better respond forthwith if I knew what was good for my “health.”
Actually, I simply responded (immediately) to Ms. B that I’d be happy to run a correction on the item, but what’s with the legal guns? “Don’t be a smartass, Ted,” she snit-shot back, saying she objected to the association Mischa might have with any physician prescribing marijuana.
First, just want to also put out there that Nuala thinks a conspiracy exists regarding unpleasant things being said ‘bout her daughter (à la the nipple that was said to—but in actuality didn’t, according to N.B.—peek outta Mischa’s designer frock at a NY fashion event).
- She was mad as hell she wasn’t allowed to do the magic act she’d rehearsed with Criss Angel. (Source: E! Online)
- The heel was broken on her stiletto, causing the Louisiana babe to stumble. (E! Online)
- She’d heard Sarah Silverman rehearsing and making fun of her and her kids and got upset. (X17)
- Lynne’s firstborn didn’t arrive on time or rehearse much the day before, instead choosing to drink margaritas and order food. (Page Six)
- She was “just plain nervous and embarrassed.” (People.com)
“She’s pregnant.”
Hey, I know what it’s like to have these jokers. Once had a manager who cussed more than I do (and that be a whole helluva lot). Doesn’t anybody know screamers are so last season? You didn’t get that memo either, Ms. Barton?
Will keep you all posted, natch, on all things Britney.
Finally found somebody deep within the bowels of the current Britney machine (which, admittedly, could combust at any second), and I was told they're doing their damnest to get Britney "away from the personal" and "completely to the music." For ince, Spears, who's been through some of the priciest personal publicists in the Biz, will no longer have any private publicist whatsoever. Huge mistake. I asked the insider what the ef went wrong with the VMAs then, as that inquiry could easily be construed as a musical question. "Not discussing it," came the superquick snip.
And the pregnancy rumors? I pressed.
"That's because people don't like her weight," the B.S. current camper quipped, "and that's just mean."
Well, even Britney herself must realize that at this very damned point she's gotta lotta meanie amigos hangin' round her still.