Justin Timberlake Cheating on Jessica Biel? Has JT "grown out of his womanizing ways" since marrying Jessica Biel? Timberlake was in Rio de Janeiro for the Rock in Rio festival, and "reports surfaced that the 'Mirrors' singer, 32, cheated on wife Jessica Biel after he was spotted kissing married Brazilian actress Thaila Ayala." Hey at least they're both married! (To other people.) "The gorgeous brunette, who wed actor Paulo Vilhena in 2011, added further speculation to the rumors after she posted an Instagram video of Justin performing at the festival with the caption, 'A childhood dream — meet Justin and have him singing a song in front of you.'" Justin "laughed off the claims" but wife "Jessica, 31, wasn't so easygoing. She flipped out. She's afraid that Justin is incapable of controlling his impulses." While Biel and Timberlake were dating, but not married, Timberlake was also rumored to have "had a three-day fling with actress Olivia Munn," plus hookups with Mila Kunis and possibly ex Cameron Diaz. Timberlake is headed out on a world tour, which means Biel is on high alert. "Jess is really worried. She wants to believe that he'll be faithful, but it's hard to tune out all the chatter suggesting otherwise."
Every year, Forbes puts out a ton of pop culture wealth lists and they're among my favorite things to read and write about. One of the best is annually curated by the champion of hip-hop wealth journalism, Forbes’s Zack O'Malley Greenburg. The 2013 version of the Hip-Hop Cash Kings list was released earlier this week, filled with a good deal of predictable selections, as well as a few surprises.
The following are his very well-put blurbs explaining how the top 20 have made their money, supplemented by my reactions to seeing how much money these people are making.
Billie Joe Armstrong has been very busy since he completed treatment for substance abuse early last year: Green Day resumed its touring schedule, there are two Green Day documentaries in the works, and oh yeah, Armstrong just signed on to play Leighton Meester's boyfriend in the "indie drama" (with an indie drama title) Like Sunday, Like Rain. Adam Sandler has an upcoming indie drama too, The Cobbler, but in the battle of sixth-grade school dance chart hits, "Hanukkah Song" stands no chance against anything from the Armstrong catalog. So, moving right along: Armstrong is 41 and Meester is 27, but no one curr in the comments on Deadline's exclusive, because "OMIGOD BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG. OMIGOD. *BREATHE* DIES."
American Idol was in crisis. Coming off its worst-rated season ever, in which the once-world-beating Nielsen juggernaut was brought to its knees by snowballing audience apathy, the continuing fragmentation of prime-time TV, and novelty-slinging upstarts in spinning chairs offering a marginally fresher take on Idol’s long-stale formula, Fox was finally ready to make some changes. Major changes. Paradigm-shifting, paddles-to-the-stalled-heart-of-a-dying-behemoth changes. Changes that would redefine the very future of televised singing competitions, so that future generations could continue to gather around the holo-stage in their hover-condos and enjoy the off-key warblings of single iMoms just trying to feed their cyborg-toddlers! And so it … fired a couple of executives. Let half of its judges go. Kicked around the idea of decommissioning The Dawg, before ultimately letting him hang around backstage as a mentor, because apparently he just kept showing up for work, eyes welling with the still-fresh memories of his emotional death montage.
Changes. Big changes. Franchise-saving changes.
And then it brought back pretty hug machine Keith Urban, because country music's teddy bear union is ruthless and insatiable.
George Clooney & Stacy Keibler's "Months Without Sex" Before the Breakup: When Keibler and "George Clooney, 52, split, they hadn't had sex in months. He's been in Europe and she's in L.A., and they haven't seen each other in a long time. Some girls would be OK with that and just be happy dating George, but not her." Well, what's in it for her, besides lots of publicity? Stacy pretended she was cool with things being casual, but "held out hope she'd be the one to tame the famous bachelor." When his two-year dating limit ran out, she was toast. "She knew he wasn't looking to get married. But there was always that fantasy that he would commit. Sadly, it just ran its course."
The hot water of controversy that has been sous-viding Paula Deen just accepted another vacuum-sealed pouch of hatred into its steamy bath: MasterChef’s Krissi Biasiello has been called out on racist tweets from May 2012, including one in which she refers to the NBA as "N-----s Bouncing Around #thatsracist." The hashtag really helps decode that mystery, Krissi, so thank you for that. She has since deleted her personal feed, but her MasterChefhandle remains active to accept angry @'s. Krissi's been ostracized by the other contestants all season without much of an explanation as to why — I assumed she was just really, really bossy — but now it seems possible that she's just a big jerk. Not as big a jerk, however, as this year's Big Brother contestants, who are representing themselves even worse than they usually do. Hitler appreciation, n-words, c-words, Asian stereotyping, homophobia ... select all, check. What a bag of barfs.
Just hours before the finale of what was widely believed to be the worst season in American Idol history, 12-cycle veteran Randy Jackson quietly gathered his belongings, whispered a despairing triple-Yo to his slumbering colleagues, and stole away in the last available lifeboat, watching as the Karaoke Titanic he was leaving behind continued its quickening descent to the bottom of the prime-time ocean. A captain might need to go down with his ship, but a dawg gets out while the getting is good.
Randy's now joined by the ghosts of Mariah Carey and Nicki Minaj, who perished in that wreck, but yesterday issued tweets from beyond the watery grave confirming what we've already known for weeks: They will not be returning as Idol judges. First, Carey, via a retweet of her publicists, because do you think The Queen issues her edicts in 140 characters? Don't be an idiot:
In 1865, a druggist from Waterloo, New York, named Henry C. Wells proposed a day to commemorate the massive loss of life in the Civil War. By the next year, with the support of General John B. Murray, the very first Memorial Day was held; by last century, Memorial Day had become a day to honor all members of the armed services who lost their lives in combat. But you were planning on commemorating the occasion by dragging a beach chair up to your friend's neighbor's roof and drinking Corona Lights all day, weren't you? Well, look, that's all fine and good. But maybe we can take this opportunity to remember some stuff, too. For example, here's Kendrick Lamar's crew Black Hippy giving Rocko's radio hit yet another makeover. The original featured the Rick Ross verse, in which he alluded to providing women with Molly without her consent, got him in hot water and dropped by Reebok. On the Hippy version, it's Schoolboy Q addressing the situation: "Molly in her drink ... but she asked me for it." Talk about learning from others' mistakes! See, remembering stuff is fun.
Whatever doesn't deafen you makes you stronger: Grantland's Jay Caspian Kang, Mark Lisanti, and Emily Yoshida have returned, bowed but not broken, to tackle another season of American Idol. With a potential top-to-bottom shakeup on the horizon, are these the last days of Idol as we know it?
Who gave the best performance of the night?
Kang: They all seemed nervous last night, didn’t they? Angie sounded shrill for the first time this season (although I suppose the strain of giving two hours of live performances, recording five Ford commercials, and doing whatever other silly crap they put the singers through might be catching up with the vocal cords) and Kree looked about as happy as my cat does when I pick her up and scream “Who’s a cutie? Who’s a cutie?” in her face. Candice kept up her boring march toward the finale, so I guess I would rate her “Somewhere” as the best performance of the night because it didn’t make me want to shove crayons up my nose.
Whatever doesn't deafen you makes you stronger: Grantland's Jay Caspian Kang, Mark Lisanti, and Emily Yoshida have returned, bowed but not broken, to tackle another season of American Idol. Only four contestants remain. (Again.) But the end is in sight.
It must be asked: Is this the worst season of American Idol ever?
Kang: It sure feels like it! Which is strange, because there are two contestants with clear talent (Candice and Angie), a wackadoo judge (Nicki Minaj), and Mariah Carey (Mariah Carey) being weird. So why has this season, which started off so promisingly, slowed down to a death march? Here are three theories.
In what is easily the most exciting development in an otherwise buzz-bereft cycle of American Idol since intergalactic chauffeur Nicki Minaj somehow managed to yawn a rainbow of magical butterflies during an underwhelming rendition of Adele's "Someone Like You," the Hollywood Reporter last night dropped a 10-megaton karaoke bombshell: The show's producers had concocted a bold but aborted plan to discard soporific diva Mariah Carey, in-season, and restore shiny judging goddess Jennifer Lopez to her rightful place on the panel. The shake-up scheme was quickly abandoned when Carey's lawyers threatened to rain hellfire down upon all who would dare threaten Mariah's contractual right to babble something positive toward the stage when awakened by a mild electrical shock from her Coca Cola cup, but THR's sources maintain that the search is already on for her eventual replacement, and, possibly, for the entire judging roster.
Whatever doesn't deafen you makes you stronger: Grantland's Jay Caspian Kang, Mark Lisanti, and Emily Yoshida have returned, bowed but not broken, to tackle another season of American Idol. The boys are all gone, dead. Long live the girls.
Is Janelle doomed tomorrow?
Kang: At the start of the show, Janelle was my favorite to win it all and I still stand by my logic: She’s an attractive-but-not-threateningly-attractive girl with a good-but-not-silly-good voice who sings country without a hint of pretense. I imagined her all spangled up during glam weeks, à la Carrie Underwood singing “Alone” in Season 4, or stomping around with pigtails and screeching out the chorus to Martina McBride’s “Independence Day.” I imagined America slowly falling for this innocent girl who radiates good health and an IQ hovering right about (or slightly below) the national average.
Whatever doesn't deafen you makes you stronger: Grantland's Jay Caspian Kang, Mark Lisanti, and Emily Yoshida have returned, bowed but not broken, to tackle another season of American Idol. Only seven contestants remain. Things are getting real.
We’re down to the Top 7, and usually at this point there’s at least one or two contestants who are primarily rock singers. This season none of them are, and they decided to go ahead and do Rock Night anyway. Is Nigel Lythgoe even watching his own show anymore, or has he switched to The Voice like the rest of America?