Random entertainment roundup
Jon Stewart is hosting the Oscars. Isn't that special? It is for me. He's bound to be tons better than the boring old standbys of recent years. Plus he's sure to throw plenty o' choice anti-Republican jokes into the mix, pleasing the liberal Hollywood throngs. Of course, I'd watch the Oscars no matter who was hosting, because I'm crazy like that. No, I just like looking at the dresses.
Oh, the joy: Queen Latifah just became the first hip-hop artist crowned with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Ah, Queenie -- how we love thee. Why do you keep making such crappy movies, though? I miss your good old "UNITY" persona, when you used to rap about not calling women bitches. I still think your heart's in the right place; I just wish you'd pick better films because some of your cinematic choices embarrass me.
In the new issue of Vanity Fair, teen actor and party girl supreme Lindsay Lohan finally fesses up to being bulimic and, um, dabbling in drugs last year (remember when she looked skinny enough to evaporate?). Phew. There's nothing like the feelin' of coming clean, right, L-Lo?
She's young and frilly, but I liked her performance in "Mean Girls." So I think it's cool that Lohan admitted (finally) to "making herself sick" when she got so slight -- instead of maintaining the celebrity stand-by lie that she dropped excessive amounts of weight the natural way.
Duh; we're too smart for that -- and it sets a better example for other ladies fighting eating disorders to learn that it is possible to recognize your problem and decide to change it.
Of the notorious "Saturday Night Live" episode that frightened many a viewer into having second helpings, Lohan said, "I knew I had a problem and I couldn't admit itÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ I saw that S.N.L. after I did it. My arms were disgusting. I had no arms."