Showing posts with label Sean Penn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sean Penn. Show all posts

Thursday, June 05, 2025

Bobservations

In addition to Retinitis Pigmentosa Carlos also suffers from Usher’s Syndrome which affects hearing; it seems RP and Usher’s kind of go hand-in-hand. So, when Carlo uses his phone it’s on speaker and I can usually hear the conversation.

The other day I was back in our home office and heard his phone ring and could clearly hear the entire conversation. A few minutes later Carlos appeared in the office and said Bo had called; Bo is a friend and he and Carlos get together about once a week to play music.

“Bo said he can’t get together today.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yes, he suggested maybe this Saturday.”

“How do you know that?”

“Sweetie, I hear everything that goes on in this house, and I see most things, too.”

“You don’t see things—”

“Don’t I? Don’t I have cameras all over the house?”

“You don’t.”

But the look on his face suggested otherwise.

This Tuxedo Says is from November 2020 and Tuxedo was over politics so … he wanted to get away from the election and took to listening to some country music, and he just doesn’t quite get it.

Iowa State Democratic Representative J.D. Scholten was as disgusted by GOP Senator Joni Ernst and her “We’re all gonna die” nonsense that he announced he will run against Ernst next year:

“After her comments over the weekend … that’s when I just said: This is unacceptable and you’ve gotta jump in.”

Hopefully, he can sound the death knell for Ernst’s time in Congress.

There is nothing like the appearance of shy pink cakes on a beach somewhere, eh?

Loretta Swit, who played Major Margaret “Hot Lips” Houlihan on seminal TV comedy “MASH,” died last week at the age of 87. For her work on “MASH” Swit was Emmy nominated for outstanding performance by a supporting actor in a comedy every year from 1974-83, winning the Emmy in 1980 and 1982.

I always loved her because Margaret wasn’t one-note; she adapted and changed year-to-year and Swit made her a character and not a caricature.

RIP Hot Lips.

Wisconsin Democratic Governor Tony Evers took aim at the White House last week when he raised a Pride flag at the state Capitol in recognition of Pride Month. It’s the seventh time Evers has raised the flag since he was first elected, and it comes as The Felon’s Regime has taken steps to eliminate protections for LGBTQ+ Americans:

“We will fight and overcome all those in every capitol and in the White House who want to erase the vast and vibrant identities, stories, and communities that make America so great.”

On the flip side Wisconsin Republicans introduced a bill earlier this year that would ban state buildings from flying flags related to religious, political or gender identities.

And for the first time ever, Pride flags will be flown at the Hawaii State Capitol throughout June, as Governor Josh Green has declared Pride Month:

“In Hawaii, aloha is more than a word, it’s a value that guides how we treat one another, with love, respect and dignity. Flying the Pride flag at our state Capitol is a proud reflection of that aloha, as well as our deep commitment to inclusion. While other places are pushing people to the margins, Hawaii is leading with compassion and courage, recognizing that our Mahu and LGBTQIA+ communities have always been a valued part of our story, and always will be.”

Ah, inclusion, such a simple idea that makes life better for everyone.

And also … in Montana the Missoula City Council approved a resolution recognizing the Pride flag as the only official flag of the city of Missoula, according to Ryan Sudbury, the city attorney for Missoula:

“Currently, there is only one official flag for the City of Missoula, and that’s the Pride flag adopted last night. There was no prior official flag.”

The resolution comes in response to House Bill 819, which GOP Governor Greg Gianforte signed into law last May which prohibits flags on state property, including public schools, that represent a “political viewpoint, including but not limited to flags or banners regarding a political party race, sexual orientation, gender or political ideology” on government property.

Sorry, Greg, love wins.

Sean Penn, who won an Oscar for starring as Harvey Milk in 2008’s Milk, spoke out about DUI hire and U.S. Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth’s decision to strip the name of the gay rights activist and late San Francisco Supervisor from a Navy ship:

“I’ve never before seen a Secretary of Defense so aggressively demote himself to the rank of Chief PETTY Officer.”

Oh, playing a gay man really upped Penn’s shade game!

Giuseppe Giarratana is a make-up artist, hair stylist, beauty consultant, and a hot silver fox … so Would You Hit It?

Saturday, March 31, 2018

It's Snarkurday!


For months, former Sex and the City frenemies Kim Cattrall and Sarah Jessica Parker were engaged in battle after Cattrall refused to come back for a third SATC—which no one outside of SJP and Kristin Davis wanted—and when Kim balked, SJP tried to publicly shame Kim into making the film; sure, it was a battle fought on magazine covers and Twitter and Andy Cohen, but the battle raged.

I was, and am, #TeamKim—I think SJP is an act, onscreen and off—because Kim was done with the whole charade; I mean, years of the series, one good film sequel and one god awful film sequel and who can blame Kim for screaming, “Enough!”.

SJP tried to publicly shame Kim into making the film but Cattrall dug in her stilettos and basically outed SJP for what we already knew: that she makes major coins off those films and she wanted the money and Kim wasn’t playing.

Also not playing was Cynthia Nixon, who we now know is running for governor of New York and an SATC film is not a campaign video; so, how are the girls reacting to Nixon’s political ambitions? SJP is mum, until someone gives her a check top voice her opinion, and Davis is quiet because her opinion isn’t a job, but Kim is talking, and throwing subtle shade.

Someone tweeted at Kim:
“Kim, what do you think of Cynthia running?!”
And Kim replied:
“I support & respect any former colleague’s right to make their own career choices.”
Snap; whether it’s a career choice to run for office or a career choice to saying ‘No’ to a dead franchise.

Go Kim!
A few weeks back Burt Reynolds—yes, still alive and plugging a new film The Last Movie Star—appeared on The Today Show with Hoda Kotb and said some weird shiz like ….
Hoda: Who would you consider the love of your life?
Burt: You’re naughty. You really are. I am dead in the water no matter what I say. Well, she was 7 when I fell in love with her. She stayed 7 for about 11 years. I would say Sally.
Hoda: Sally Field?
Burt: No, Sally Woofergosh. Yes, Sally Field
Sadly, making himself look a little like a pedophile, because he actually met Sally when she was 31., but then he also muttered something about Hoda’s “purty mouth.”

And so now, the doddering Reynolds is trying to explain what he didn’t know or doesn’t remember he said. Still pushing the movie, he’s also being asked to explain what he said, and is playing the I-Have-No-Idea card; of LipGate he said:
“It didn’t come out like that. I don’t know what the hell I said, but I got so (hacked) off at people being (hacked) off at me for hurting Kotb.”
As for Sally, he tried to change the quote entirely:
 “I didn’t say 7. I said 37, I think.”
Except even thirty-even is wrong. Look, he’s an old man, and I think he was trying to be smug and smarmy and funny, but once you hit the Eighty-Year-Mark leave smug and funny for men half your age.
Earlier this month, it was reported that two actor-doctors from Grey’s AnatomyJessica Capshaw, Dr. Arizona Robbins, and Sarah Drew, Dr. April Kepner—would not have their contracts renewed.

This happens all the time on shows that have been on the air for over thirty years—or at least feel like it—but …were the dismissals of these two actors because Grey’s “star” Ellen Pompeo negotiated a new contract to stay with the show for $20 million?

Just saying; as soon as the ink dried on Pompeo’s contract, actors on the show have been let go; the coins have to come from somewhere.
Sean Penn is currently promoting a book he “wrote,” Bob Honey Just Do Stuff, and recently appeared on Marc Maron’s WTF Podcast; when Maron asked him about co-parenting with his ex-wife, House of Cards Robin Wright, Penn got a little nasty. Penn, whom Wright divorced in 2010, are parents of two now grown children, Dylan and Hopper, and Penn says the two “don’t have a lot of conversation[s].”

Um, your kids are in their mid-20s … what’s to discuss? Penn says:
“We don’t not get along. We have very separate relationships with our kids at this point and it seems to work better that way because they are making their own decisions. As it turned out she and I did not share the same ethical views on parenting, including the continuing parenting of adult children.”
Parenting adult children? Sounds like Penn’s a bit of a tyrant who wants to control his children long into adulthood. He also added that the Wright-Penn offspring are “both acting and modeling, an industry that I’m not very interested in.”

What’s this? It’s the best part of the interview … Sean Penn is done with acting.
We recently talked about all the rape allegations against actor Ed Westwick—accused by at least three women of drugging and raping them—and it’s getting more interesting.

A few of the women made statements to the police and last week the LAPD confirmed that it had an open investigation into Westwick and that was when Westwick ALLEGEDLY did this … he went on social media and deleted statements he posted denying those sexual assault allegations made against him.

An LAPD source—is it Lohan working with Lawyer.com?—says:
“It has come to the attention of investigators that Mr. Westwick has removed denials about alleged rapes of the victims in this investigation from his social media accounts that he had posted last November.”
That begs the question, Why? It’s not clear when Westwick erased the messages, but it came to light that he had done so four days after the LA District Attorney confirmed that his case was under review.

It might be that Westwick has hired a high-profile L.A.-based female criminal defense lawyer to represent him and she apparently has a policy for her clients to stay off social media.

I get that his lawyer probably told him to delete the posts because, really, it’s best to say nothing, and I get that the deletions are not an admission of guilt, but I also get that his posts aren’t really gone. The denials were copied and posted and posted and reposted and are still out there … and can come up in a trial if there ever is a trial.
In Frightening News …moments after his wife Vanessa served the divorce papers on a platter to Donald Junior., he went out and got himself a license to carry a concealed weapon in Pennsylvania.

Now, we all know Junior has a yuge ego and tiny dick … like Daddy …and loves to hunt and kill animals because it gives him a sense of power killing a defenseless animal, then posing for a picture over the carcass and splattering it all over social media.

But now he’s packing heat in America?

It is not clear why he applied in Pennsylvania, but … there is speculation that he didn’t do it in New York because you have to supply financials and, also like Daddy Little Dick, Junior doesn’t want anyone to know that he’s not nearly as rich as he pretends … or doesn’t want people to know how much of him is owned by Russia.
One of the big stories of the week—and by ‘big’ I mean ‘stupid—was the Who bit Beyoncé in the face?

Seriously. It all began when publicity thirsty Tiffany Haddish took to social media to say:
“You wanna know who bit Beyoncé? I’m gonna just tell you all. And it’s the last time I’m talking about it. I ain’t going to say nothing else about it. People should be focusing on the real issues at hand, like did you do your taxes? Because taxes is due real soon. Can your children read and write? Have you been working with them on their reading and their writing? Is your house clean? That’s what we need to be focusing on. But y’all wanna know … everybody’s going crazy about who bit Beyoncé.”
She initially tried to joke and say it was Stormy Daniels, and then Lena Dunham’s name was bandied about and finally Sanaa Lathan became the biter. And then Haddish said she’d never tell because:
“NDAs [Non-disclosure agreements] are real, so I’m not saying shit about nothing.”
And even Beyoncé isn’t saying anything, or turning it into a song or some concept album or long-form video or some other way to turn it all into coins, but a source—clearly, it’s Beyoncé—said:
“She thinks it’s sweet people are so concerned, but also doesn’t want to make life hard for the person that did it.” 
Meaning she’ll drag this out for a few months and then turn it into a song or some concept album or long-form video or some other way to turn it all into coins.
We have an update in the SJP Silence over Cynthia Nixon’s political aspirations.

SJP said, through a spokesperson because if she’s not getting paid, she won’t do the talking:
“Cynthia has been my friend and colleague since we were little girls. I look forward to talking to her about her New York state gubernatorial bid.”
Sorry, SJP, that was far from a ringing endorsement. I mean, it sounds like you’re a bit miffed she doesn’t want you on the ticket.

Or maybe it was a lukewarm statement because if Nixon wins, then SJP knows that she’ll not be available for SATC 4 or 5 or 6, and with only SJP and Kristen Davis on-board, who’d pay to sit through that?
Lastly, Tyra Banks, who annoys me more than Beyoncé, if possible.

Banks has finally admitted what everyone already knows: she had a nose job. But the best part of learning this truth is the reason she gives for going under the knife.

Banks recently wrote a memoir with her mom called Perfect Is Boring and explained the rhinoplasty:
“I had bones in my nose that were growing and itching. I could breathe fine, but I added cosmetic surgery.”
Itchy bones that grow in her nose.

Yes, she clearly annoys me more than Beyoncé.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

It's Snarkurday!

Kate del Castillo is the actress who accompanied Sean Penn to interview international drug lord Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzmán last year, but now Penn is trying to get Kate’s documentary about their trip—The Day I Met El Chapo: The Kate Del Castillo Story—removed from Netflix.  Why you ask? Perhaps it has something to do with del Castillo’s revelation that, right after meeting El Chapo, she and Penn banged because, you know, meeting a drug lord turns folks on:
“It was never a relationship. It was just business. And sex.”
In her documentary, del Castillo says she “fell” for Penn during their adventure, but Penn wants nothing to do with that storyline, and had one of his lawyers send a letter to Netflix saying “that blood will be on their hands if this film causes bodily harm.”

Wow. But they didn’t let the drama end there; Penn’s spokesman Mark Fabiani says:
“This is not about one person’s safety. These producers are propagating false and reckless fabrications for their profit. This is nothing but a cheap, National Enquirer-esque tale spun by a delusional person whose hunger for fame is both tawdry and transparent.”
Wait, so Sean Penn believes that people will die if this story stays out there; this story of him banging some D-list actress-documentarian? I mean, if every time Sean Penn banged an actress someone died, we’d all be dead by now. Am I right?
Lock up your wives and daughters, sister and aunts, Harvey Weinstein is out of sex addiction rehab and he’s cured.

After one week at a posh rehab facility in Arizona for “sex addiction”—exposing himself to women, jacking off in front of women, grabbing women, climbing on women, attempting to rape women—the ladies now have nothing to worry about. After a quarter of a century of sexual harassment, of sexual assault, Harvey’s fixed himself.

Weinstein’s doctor—who may or may not be an unemployed actor looking for any kind of a break—says Harvey completed his one week of treatment for “psychological issues” and was ready to return to society fully cured.

Of course, when people began to question the validity of the One Week Cure, it was decided that Harvey will remain in Arizona for another month because “he doesn’t want excessive distractions and wants to continue working with his doctors.”

Oh, so it’s a Five Week Cure? Seriously; it’s classic white privilege because if Harvey Weinstein was a different color he’d have been in prison years ago.
Someone check the video and get the police to confirm Taylor Swift’s alibi for where she was last Wednesday night because that was the night that, during Katy Perry’s concert in Nashville the shiz hit the fan.

It seems there was a bit of a malfunction junction at Perry’s show when, after performing “Thinking Of You,” Perry’s tie-dyed version Saturn got stuck in the air and she couldn’t get down; and Perry said:
“This is the first time I’ve been stuck in space! I know I’m kind of a space cadet, but actually, this thing is being stuck right now.”
No word yet on where Swifty was or why she was last seen carrying A Hello Kitty Tool-box.
Oops!  Ewan McGregor has been caught kissing his “Fargo” co-star, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, in a London restaurant, and Ewan’s wife just might not be thrilled about it. It seems the 46-year-old father of four and the 32-year-old Winstead—who played his lover on the FX series—shared a passionate kiss at the Good Life Eatery and there are pictures to prove it.

Maybe this was Ewan’s of telling his wife their marriage was over because the Good Life Eatery is London’s version of LA’s Ivy, where celebrities go to be seen; it was at the Ivy during the height of their Bennifer-ness that Affleck and JLo often visited dressed to the nines and looking all lovey-dovey.

Perhaps, though, it’s all stuff and nonsense, because McGregor and his wife of 22 years, Eve Mavrakis, apparently called it quits in May but kept the news private, though they each posted photos to social media of themselves without their wedding rings on, which, you know, is the way of saying “It’s over.”

So maybe Ewan isn’t a cheater, maybe he just got a new love first except ... it was back in May, right about the time Fargo finished shooting that McGregor and his wife split, and that was the same time that Winstead announced her split from her husband of seven years, Riley Stearns.

Just sayin’.
Gosh, Kathy Griffin will do anything for press.

This time she announced that she is firing celebrity attorney Lisa Bloom, who represented her after she held up a fake bloody head of _____, and stood by her side as she went rogue during a press conference. And in typical Griffin fashion she went all over social media to share the news that she fired her attorney:
“Dear @LisaBloom pls stop calling me. If you’d like to refund me the tens of thousands of $$ I wasted on your services maybe I’ll talk to you.”
Griffin ALLEGEDLY paid Bloom $40,000 to represent her for two days, most notably at that June press conference, where Griffin whined that she was the victim of bullying by the _____ family over that photograph. And of course, because this is two dimwits having a spat, Bloom lashed back with her own tweet in which she said in a lengthy statement that Griffin had reached out to her before the press conference:
“Her entire team (entertainment lawyer, criminal lawyer, and several others) approved in advance the statements she and I were going to make. Yet Kathy then during the press conference spontaneously chose to put aside the notes we had worked so hard on together. She said on camera ‘my notes are by the wayside and it’s all off the cuff’ and then ad libbed. I was sorry she made that choice but I respected her right to speak as she saw fit. She was, as she says, the widely panned for her comments. Now she blamed me.”
Of course she did, because Griffin does things and then blames everyone else for the repercussions.

She really needs to sit down.
Faye Dunaway used to be a serious actress and was most often taken seriously ... then came Mommie Dearest and she either turned into a parody of Joan Crawford diva-ness, or else the diva-ness was already there and was only exacerbated by playing Christina’s axe-wielding mother. And now the weave workers at the Marie Robinson Salon in NYC have their own tale to tell.

Apparently Miss Dunaway believes she was overcharged for services rendered and went all wire-hanger on the salon when they presented her with a $3,000 bill and expected her, Miss Faye Dunaway, to pay full price!
“She claimed she didn’t know it was that expensive and then said, ‘I’m not paying that. I can’t believe how expensive this is. I’m only paying half!’… they took her half, but staff explained, ‘You’re going to have to pay the rest.’ And Faye stormed out screeching, ‘This is ridiculous!’ Everyone in the salon was aghast … Her hair looked great — so she should pay!”
Um, Faye, honey? Maybe when they began adding a full head of hair onto your head you might have pointed out you just wanted a retouch?

Dunaway is now doing damage control herself, telling Page Six:
“I’d prefer you not run [the story]. I’ve now paid the whole thing — but I will not be going back there because it is not the price they said it would be. So, I don’t know what to say to you except I didn’t throw a fit. I was just very alarmed at the amount they were charging me for the very small amount of hair work that they did.”
The salon said nothing; they just cashed the check before the stop payment went through.

Poor Faye; the two biggest highlights of her career are playing Joan Crawford so well that she started to think and act like her, and for blurting out the wrong Best Picture winner at this year’s Oscars.
Last year Miles Teller did and interview with   Esquire in which the magazine called him “dickish.” And so he became the new Dickish Actor and is now telling us that it’s bothered him the whole time because ... oh, let’s have him tell it:
“I can’t put much weight into whether the public likes me because the more important thing is that, as an actor, I can truly say that there’s not a single director or actor who I’ve worked with who’d have a bad thing to say about me. I’ve never missed a day of work. I’ve never not known a line. ... I know the kind of brother I am. I know the kind of son I am. I’ve had the same friends since I was 14, 15. I’ve been with the same girl for four-and-a-half years. I have a dog. I know who I am, and it’s not who I was in that story.”
Wait, so he shows up to work on time, has a girlfriend and a dog and that makes him less dickish?

Try again, Miles.
Oops, sexual harassment isn’t just a Hollywood problem; it’s everywhere, including the kitchen ...

New Orleans star chef John Besh is stepping down from his company, Besh Restaurant Group [BRG], after he and several of his colleagues were accused of sexual harassment. In a letter to restaurant staff, BRG announced that Besh was stepping down “from all aspects of operations . . . to provide his full focus on this family.”

Meaning he’s got some ‘splaining to do.

A lot, because there are some twenty-five woman who say that “several male co-workers and bosses [at BRG] touched female employees without consent, made suggestive comments about their appearance and—in a few cases—tried to leverage positions of authority for sex.”

One former employee claims she was pressured into a sexual relationship with Besh, though the married father says the affair was consensual ... which makes it okay ... ?

Seriously, men need to stop this shiz, and women need to speak up more.
Eight years ago, The Weinstein Company announced they were working on a feature film about Judy Garland, based on the book Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland, and was supposed to star ... gulp ... Anne Hathaway.

Eight years later that project went nowhere until recently when it was announced that a different Judy Garland biopic will be made and will star ... double gulp ... Renee Zellweger. The movie will be called Judy and will focus on Judy Garland’s final sold-out concerts at The Talk of the Town in London in the late ’60s shortly before her death.

Seriously? Renee will be Judy? I mean, I know they don’t want an impersonator but that up there—before and after plastic surgery—is supposed to be Judy Mother-Effing Garland?


Even with her new face she ain’t no Judy. Zellweger ruins everything.