Showing posts with label Michael Feinstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Feinstein. Show all posts

Saturday, March 23, 2019

I Ain't One To Gossip But ...


What do you do when you were a semi-celebrity known for being an anti-vaxxer, and now you’re no longer relevant? Why, you drag your former boss through the mud. Amirite, Jenny McCarthy? Jenny is dishing the dirt from her time on The View, which if I recall correctly, was about ten excruciating minutes six or seven years ago.

McCarthy, out promoting a book called Ladies Who Punch: The Explosive Inside Story Of ‘The View’ compares Barbara Walters to Mommie Dearest and claims there was a power struggle between Whoopi Goldberg and Barbara, with Whoopi basically telling Barbara when and where she could speak.

But Jenny’s first Babs spat was when she guested on the show to promote her book, Louder Than Words: A Mother’s Journey in Healing Autism, and Babs let her have it:
“I walked into her dressing room and she blew up at me. She was screaming, ‘How dare you say this! That autism can be cured?’ My knees were shaking. I remember my whole body was shaking.”
When Jenny said she never used the word cured to describe Evan’s condition, Babs shrieked:
“You’re such a liar!”
Yeah, that totally sounds like Barbara Walters. I mean, because a few years later we’re to believe that Barbara Walters actually hired the liar? Uh huh. Jenny also claims that when rumors swirled that Barbara was ‘retiring” Whoopi was actually pushing her out to pasture … from the show Babs created.

Lastly, Jenny plays the Doddering Barbara card again about the day she mentioned Katy Perry in Hot Topics:
“I saw Barbara’s face with her big saucer eyes look at me, then we went to a commercial. She said, ‘Who is it that you’re talking about and why are you bringing her up?’ And I’m, like, ‘That’s Katy Perry. You interviewed her last week!’”
Jenny admits it was the wrong thing to say and then declares that the other hosts were kicking her under the table because that’s what they did as a signal of how to deal with Barbara. Funny, though, Jenny, that you can totally see under the table and I don’t recall anyone ever kicking you … though I bet they wanted to. But then your memory is probably fuzzy because you only had that job for a hair’s breadth and haven’t really done much since… except “write” a book to make a few coins.

PS Jenny also relays a fabulous story about the time Barbara Walters demanded that she flush a tampon down the toilet.

Tampon is a euphemism for Jenny’s career.
Oh, those Kardastrophes. They love posting pictures of themselves on social media, but just can’t get the hang of PhotoShop.

This time is lesser known Kardastrophe sister, Kourtney, who has been promoting some mysterious brand of hers called Poosh, and used that picture as her latest promo shot.

Sad thing is that the face seems pasted onto the body, and part of her left leg is missing, and there’s some kind of growth on her hand.

Seriously, can’t That Woman get them an update on PhotoShop?
Speaking of PhotoShop, Miss Jackson, if your ego is bruised, needs a lesson or two herself.

It appears that Janet Jackson tried to “edit” a poster for this summer’s Glastonbury Festival to give herself top billing ... the original is on the left, the Jackson version is on the right.

Days after the British festival officially announced that the singer had been added to the lineup for the five-day music event—headlined by The Killers and The Cure—Miss Jackson tweeted out an image of the poster that gave herself top billing.

Yes, she did.

Nasty.
And perhaps Janet or Kourtney could give Michael Feinstein a lesson in Facebooking, after a misleading post by Feinstein left some fans thinking he’d stolen an Oscar from Hollywood royalty, Gay Icon, and Judy’s daughter, Liza Minnelli.

Feinstein and his husband, Terrence Flannery, have been all up in Liza’s business since she moved from New York to Los Angeles four years ago, and on the night of the Oscars this year, Feinstein posted a photo of a gold Oscar statuette and identified it as Vincente Minnelli’s 1959 Best Director Oscar for “Gigi” saying:
“Vincente gifted me this beautiful statue many, many year [sic] ago. It remains on the mantel in my bedroom, so I may appreciate it and Mr. Minnelli’s immense talent, daily.”
Liza fans, or fan, were immediately suspicious since nothing is more sacred to Miss Minelli than her daddy, and his Oscar. Even Liza friends, like pianist Billy Stritch commented:
“Wow I didn’t realize that was your Oscar! So nice of you to let Liza display it in her apartment for all those years. Bet you’re glad to have it back in your bedroom!”
Stritch later deleted the comment; perhaps after Feinstein cleared up the confusion by editing his post to blame an “assistant in my employ” for the “misinformation”:
“The photo was taken a few years ago during construction at Liza’s home. I kept it for safekeeping while workers and strangers had full run of her home during a remodel. Upon construction completion, the Oscar was safely returned to Liza’s possession.”
Wait, so your friend’s house is being remodeled and you ask to hold her Daddy’s Oscar but not Liza FREAKING Minelli?

What kind of old school, gay are you, you monster?
Roseanne Barr, who lost her career and her TV show for being a racist asshat and has since gone on a world tour blaming anyone and everything for her stupidity, now has a new target: it’s Darlene’s fault.

Yes, Roseanne’s pretend TV daughter, Sara Gilbert, ruined her career and destroyed her life. It wasn’t the Ambien and your talent for talking when you should shut up? What?

Although Roseanne was warned by ABC bigwigs many times about her Twitter usage, even before the reboot aired, she repeatedly ignored requests to shut her effing mouth, and so Sara Gilbert stepped up to end it all for her.

Roseanne says it’s because, on May 29, 2018, about 30 minutes before ABC announced the death of Roseanne, Sara Gilbert tweeted that Barr’s comments were “abhorrent and do not reflect the beliefs of our cast and crew or anyone associated with our show” and that’s what ended it:
“She destroyed the show and my life with that tweet. She will never get enough until she consumes my liver with a fine Chianti.”
Um, Roseanne, do you even know Gilbert? She’s a vegetarian, fer chrissakes!
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