What’s a heart-wrenched, Oscarless lad in search of testosterone-filled antics to do? Now, Leonardo DiCaprio ain’t the type to swig back a can of suds while watching the Super Bowl. Always thought he was kinda girlie that way. But hey, who the ef knows? Prolly has less to do with football than the fact that his ex Gisele was well spotted in the stands, clapping along absentmindedly like she had any idea what her Brady baby was doing with that silly shaped ball. And like a lotta good it did, eh? Poor Gisele. She’s the new Jessica—bad luck, lass-wise. (But listen, I’d take that over Paula Abdul being the new Janet Jackson, Super-Bowl-hot-bed-wise. At least Ms. J sang her own damn s--t before having that notorious breast malfunction. What’s Abdul up to, trying to become the next lip-synching Simpson sistah?)
You're being skewered on the E! message boards, but we have your back. If you take a peek, you'll see who the culprits are. Just wanted to let you know that "Fullmoon" is a Brangelina fan who also posts under "gapeach." If there is any way you could call her out, we would consider it a huge favor.
Angela M.
Madison, Wisconsin
Why on earth would I do that? Don’t you know ridicule is the finest form of flattery? You see, even these overzealous Brangelina crazies (I think they’re all just displaced Michael Jackson fans, or their offspring, or both) know Angie’s gonna break Brad’s heart in the end. But they’ll just keep on keepin’ on like that’s never gonna happen, God love ‘em.