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Entering JFK High School gym, free. Having your picture taken with a U.S. president, worth a million bucks -- taking photo lessons from that same president, priceless!
The after-party was filled by the most stunning costumes and getups I had ever seen assembled in the same space: truly spectacular, like a tropical hothouse of the wildest, brightest carnivorous plants. We stayed all night, and stumbled out only in time for breakfast.
There is no greater fascination that we have as humans than for people who have resources to waste. Although a multicultural nation, Money is truly the language America speaks.
I know, this joke is like beating a dead flower, but it's nice 'schtick' coming from a man that is usually obligated to talk about things that make your eyes glaze over.
Celebrity marriages can melt faster than a stick of butter in a hot frying pan, but let's not dwell on the failures. Here are 20 more couples who have beaten the odds. Young newlyweds, pay attention!
The ego loves to hook into gossip stories about celebrities we've never even met. These false illusions make us perceive the celebrity as more special than we are.
Is cool necessary for a public life? I think it helps. There seems to be a yearning -- even a need -- for shading and variation in tone and color and meaning. Celebrity requires it if a celebrity is to survive.
The great post-feminist irony is that in an age of hard-won female opportunity, media is channeling that opportunity to a place of hyper-sexualized stupidity. It's not who you are -- it's how hot you are.
Celebrity entertainers and politicians have no problem getting their memoirs published. So a book partly about celebrity entertainers and politicians should have had no problem getting published, right?
Jeremy Jackson's exclusive interview continues as he answers questions about his plastic surgery, addictions and more.
I've begun to question the process that goes into getting your name embedded in the sidewalks of Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street.
There are no more movie stars. I blame TMZ and its reality show brethren, who have taken all the mystery out of celebrity. In movie-making, like pretty much every other business, the paradigm has changed, and we must respond accordingly.
Jack Nicholson, one of the great screen actors of all time, turned 75 this week and, in honor of that milestone, I wanted to publicly say: thank you.
I remember dressing the morning of the show, putting on my snappiest outfit, aware that the TV cameras would probably do head shots of the audience, as they often did in the smaller Philadelphia studio.
The talk around the water cooler these days is all about what happened last night on the new hit series, GCB (Good Christian Belles). Being from Texas, you know I tune in.
The cost for nine relatives of the First Lady -- including her mother, grandparents and great-grandparents -- to rent these cozy quarters in 1940? $45 a month or roughly the equivalent of $737 today.
