When she was just 24, Peg Entwistle ended her life by jumping off the “H” of the Hollywood sign in 1932.
The main culprit is the Media, as they are literally in our heads every hour of the day: websites, television, stupid E! Network, and emerging dating apps are causing your potential shot at love to fail. How, you ask?
He sat down, feeling like his masculinity was intact. He had humiliated me in front of his friends, my friends, the bartender, and the patrons. He let me know my place, and my place was woman.
With all the denunciations of the Oscars as a display of bigotry and hatred, it’s important for us members of the media to remember that the people – the worthless peon consumers of our art – are actually capable of deciding for themselves whether or not something is offensive.
The very nature of Hollywood and politics being raised at the Oscars is problematic because it minimizes how important these issues really are, and it downplays how much power these celebrities have to change it.
I watched that Saturday Night Live 40th Anniversary thing and it was cute in that way that inherently lame things are.
There’s something to be said for social media. It connects us to friends and relatives, and exposes us to worlds we’ll never see. It sparks revolutions. But, perhaps most importantly, it gives access to the world’s most (in)famous inhabitants. You can tweet at Beyoncé, celebrate the New Year with Heidi or even analyze Obama’s Chipotle order – all with the understanding that said person (or at least their unpaid intern) is speaking to you from the other side of the screen.
She was named Artist of the Year in 2013. Now she rides around in her limousine.
Your celebrity look-alike just got bangs, and you suddenly get the urge to try out bangs too.
Jessie Palmer. Idiot.