Why? Because she looks like a freaking nightmare in that get-up. Everywhere I look I keep seeing this chick, Kristen Stewart. I haven't read Twilight nor have I seen the movie but I can safely proclaim that I'm sick of the sight of this girl. I have no problem with the Goth look. However, I do have a problem with it when it's badly executed. Seriously, why isn't anyone making Kristen Stewart look in a mirror before she heads out to these premieres. She's giving all seething Emo-ish Goth people a bad name. My advice? Get yourself a new stylist!
Ms. Sassy has spoken!
Just in case you missed it, the Grammy nods were given last night. Take a look at who made the cut and who failed miserably to even be a blip on the radar, courtesy of the folks at E!
Mayer earned his annual ticket to the Grammy party with five nominations, including one for his non-euphemistic duet with Alicia Keys ("Lesson Learned," up for Best Pop Collaboration With Vocals), and one for his artistic contribution to The Bucket List ("Say," up for best song written for a movie).
Swift cohosted the "nominations concert," watched ex-Joe Jonas and his brothers score a Best New Artist nod—and got nothing. Not a single nomination. (Her just-released album Fearless wasn't eligible, but some of her earlier released songs were.)
Like fellow teen Swift, Cyrus didn't rate any nods for her Breakout hits.
One day after her estranged brother-in-law was charged with killing three members of her family, Hudson notched three nominations, including one for her Best R&B Album for her self-titled debut.
Hudson's success helped make for a solid Grammys for American Idol. Fellow alums Jordin Sparks, Fantasia (who dueted with Hudson) and award-favorite Carrie Underwood also represented. Which is good for the show since the likes of Blake Lewis didn't.
Tia Carrere—yes, that Tia Carrere—scored as many nominations as Mariah Carey, who can be thankful that the Best Gospel Performance category—she's up for a group sing-along—saved her from getting zip. (Carrere, the former Wayne's World vixen, is up for Best Hawaiian Music Album for her collaboration with Daniel Ho.)
Simon Cowell endorsement or no, Leona Lewis, up for three Grammys overall, failed to crack the Best New Artist field.
Where was Robin Thicke's name? Listed in the fine print of Lil Wayne's Album of the Year nomination. Thicke was one of the producers and mastering engineers. He received no other nominations.
At a combined 126 years old, Paul McCartney and James Taylor are this year's Tony Bennetts in the Male Pop Vocal category.
At 50 years old, Madonna is still the Madonna of the Best Dance Recording category. She's also up for her collaboration, "4 Minutes," with Justin Timberlake and Timbaland.
One last age thing: Mayer is the only under-40 nominee for Best Solo Rock Vocal Performance.
Kylie Minogue and Cyndi Lauper are both up for Best 1980s Survivor Electronic/Dance Album.
Wayne Brady did not forget the lyrics to "A Change Is Gonna Come," up for Best Traditional R&B Vocal Performance.
The infamous Britney Spears, Ms. Spears if you're nasty, has poised herself for the comeback of a lifetime complete with "leaked" tracks and her newest music video for Circus. Click here to check out the vid.
I have to say that it's definitely on par with her older stuff, you know before she totally fell off. And while the video is good I have to say that I don't think Britney will ever regain her former glory. Watch the dancing, she just isn't present. It's so sad to watch her lipsynch her way through performance after performance on auto pilot. After this rushed out album I think she should seriously consider hanging it up. The magic is gone girl, so stop torturing the rest of us. We don't want to look at your bad extensions and receding hairline anymore!
"There she is, Ms. America's Next Top Model..." That's right, the worst season, EVER, of America's Next Top Model has finally come to an end and Tyra & Panel found fit to crown McKey as the new ANTM Cycle 11 winner. Kudos McKey! I have to say that at the season's start I was rooting for Elina. She's so fierce, but alas she was cut after only being in Holland for one episode. From there McKey caught my eye and quickly turned into my new fave model. Well, thankfully the judges decided to make her America's Next Top Model. While Samantha had some seriously strong pictures, her look was just plain boring, plus she just kind of looked like a thinner version of Whitney, ANTM Cycle 10winner, who I thought was just too "Plain Jane" to win.
Now that America's Next Top Model Cycle 11 has come to an end, let's take a look back out our fave moments. My personal fave was watching Marjorie turn into a lush to calm her nerves. Hilarious! I also loved what an ignorant racist Sheena was. I swear I was waiting for someone to pull out the uber non-politically correct "Asian speak" and mock her so she could see what it feels like to be stereotyped. To check out your favorite models and moments from ANTM Cycle 11click here.
Who where you voting for and what are your picks for best and worst Cycle 11 moments?
Yes, you read the title right. Benji Madden finally figured out that his main squeeze was a major ho. What else do you call someone who's had intercourse with Rick Solomon? Oh, and remember all the up-skirt crotch shots her and her BFF Britney Spears had plastered on the internet? All I can say is, "Benji, what the hell where you thinking?" Just because you have a twin doesn't mean you have to date best friends and have a double wedding, which let's face it that's where the situation was headed. How they lasted 7 months I'll never know but he should count himself lucky that he got out now, before Paris ended up with herpees. Plus, think of all the money he'll save by not having to buy her an obscenely expensive Christmas present. Not to mention that the paps will stay out of his business and he can go back to being referred to as "Who?" or "Nicole Richie's boyfriend's twin brother." With the holidays coming up, if he starts to miss Paris he should go down to Sunset and grab himself a blond, beak-nosed $50 hooker. It'll be just like old times. For more deets on the split check out the vid below, courtesy of E!
Is it just me or does Sasha Fierce look at lot like Beyoncé? She does right? She sounds a hell of a lot like her, too. And if Sasha Fierce is Beyoncé's alter ego, does that mean that Jay-Z is doing two broads at once whenever he does Beyoncé?
For those of you who are clamoring to meet Sasha Fierce, and I can't imagine there are that many of you, she hits stores today with a look and sound that she obviously ripped off from Beyoncé. Remember when Mariah Carey tried to pull this shit with The Emancipation of Mimi? Yeah, neither do I. That's how whack it was. Well seeing as how I'm about sick of Beyoncé I'm pretty sure I won't be too keen on Sasha Fierce, either. Oh well, nice try though Beyoncé.
Last night, in true MTV style, TRL bid a fond farewell to the last 5 viewers it had left. After a 10 year run, MTV finally pulled the plug on it's fledgling music video countdown show. I don't know about you all but I used to love TRL when I was in high school. It was all the hot videos brought to us via Carson Daley with a quick guest spot here, and a shout out there. Remember when Mariah Carey stormed the stage in a tye-dye t-shirt and no pants and had a total melt down as we all watched in awe? Man, that was so classic! Then our beloved countdown show took a turn for the worst. Carson Daley moved on to bigger things and the show slowly morphed into an hour long promo spot. All the celebs stopped by to market their newest "whatever." They started pushing the Laguna Beach crew down our throats and they played like 5 seconds of video in between telling teens and young adults what overpriced mainstream piece of crap they needed to buy, do, or wear to be like their fave celeb. Just thinking about it makes me throw up in my mouth a little.
Well, all I can say is, "It's about damn time!" It took them way too long to put TRL out to pasture. But I, much like you, will never forget all the weekdays after school sitting in front of the TV hoping *NSYNC beat out The Backstreet Boys for top spot, or hardly being able to wait to see the world premiere of the new Christina Aguilara video. *Sigh*
Did you laugh as hard as I did when you saw this album cover?! WTF?! Who gave the green light for this to be the photo attached to Whitney Houston's triumphant return to music? So many questions that even I, Ms. Sassy, don't know the answers to. Her hairline doesn't even look natural. Did they just take a dominatrix pic off of istock and photoshop Whitney's face on it? The body, the bad Diana Ross hair, the overly defiant stance...WTF? This has convinced me now more than ever that Whitney Houston is still a crack head. Not only that, but she's apparently gotten her entire team of stylists and image consultants hooked too. How else do you explain this pic?
So, according to the good people over at E! news, Michael Jackson has officially lost it. I know, I know he never really had "it" but what I'm referring to is his Peter Pan inspired Neverland Ranch. All I can say is "Hallelujah, Amen, Thank you Jesus!" I bet being ranch-less will make it a lot harder for his pedophiliac ass to molest little boys. It's like being an ice cream man without having a truck. Kind of makes it damn near impossible to lure the little kids.
Let's hope, with his Peter Pan fantasy laid to rest, that we don't hear anything else from "The King of Pop." Ms. Sassy has spoken! *Three snaps in a "Z" formation*
So I you haven't heard the former Mrs. Pitt is opening up to Vogue magazine about her sad pathetic super wonderful life. I mean of course it's super and wonderful, why would she want to still be married to Brad Pitt when she can be gettin' it on with super hot and hunky, but not nearly quite as hot and hunky Brad Pitt, John Mayer? Her career is totally in the toilet and the once golden girl of NBC's "Must See TV" lineup is now a washed up has been that no one quite feels sorry for anymore but rather prays they don't turn into. Poor, poor Jennifer Aniston. Check out what she had to say to the good people of Vogue.
Jennifer on Sex and the City: "I never liked Sex and the City, the kind of thing where women only feel empowered once they find the Man," Aniston says. "It is just not up my alley. I don't believe in it."
That's great Jenn. But shouldn't you practice what you preach? I mean jumping from man to man in an endless attempt to one up Brad and Angie...it seems to me you'd fit right in to the story line.
Jennifer on her love life as portrayed in the tabloids: "This whole 'Poor lonely Jen' thing, this idea that I'm so unlucky in love?," she says. "I actually feel I've been unbelievably lucky in love...I'm right where I'm supposed to be."
Hmm, you could have fooled the hell out of me. I'm not one to buy all the crap that's printed in the tabloids, but if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck...Well, you know the rest.
So, what does Ms. Sassy have to say about Jenn's fallen status from rising star to Hollywood has-been? I think Jenn could make a comeback if she stopped talking about Brad and Angelina. Her incessant referral to the two is what's making her look so pitiful. They're all happy and trying to single handedly repopulate the Earth and she's still trying to convince everyone that they had an "amicable split." When you're husband leaves you for a smokin' hottie that's not an amicable divorce. Get a clue biyatch! Take John and go live happily ever after quietly and maybe you'll be able to restore some of the dignity and self respect you seem to be lacking.
So, you have a question? Well then, I probably have an answer. That's what I, Ms. Sassy, am all about. I cut through all the crap and give it to you straight.
Will you cringe? Yes.
Will I make you cry? Maybe.
Will you like the answer? Probably not.
But hey, it's for your own good. Because if you can't trust a total stranger to give you impartial life altering advice then who can you turn to? So drop me a line at ms_sassy@askmssassy.com. Make it detailed, make it juicy, make it good, and I'll see if I can figure out a solution.