Lady Gaga Shunned by NunsThis is just absurd. Clearly, the very presence of this woman in all of our lives is an act of God. More, in our daily gossip roundup.
Kirsten Dunst Off the Wagon Again?The recently rehabbed starlet was spotted with Champagne glass in hand, and more celebrity mishaps in our morning gossip roundup.
Lindsay Lohan Has Been Dismissed and DissedFirst she was dumped by Samantha, and now she’s been dissed by her idol. The trials of Lilo, and more, in our daily gossip roundup.
ByKatie Goldsmith
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Taylor Momsen Doesn’t TippleYou know, because she’s on Percocet. Otherwise, the 15-year-old would be the life of the party.
ByTim Murphy
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‘21’ Had to Go Ahead and Spill That Dubya’s Never VisitedYou were almost in the clear, guys, but now he might show up. Also, Taylor Momsen, you are so not as famous as you think you are in Maryland. So declares the gossip roundup!
‘Gossip Girl’ Plotline: Real-Life Crossover?Great news! Last night we went to the opening of Radio City Music Hall’s Christmas Spectacular (and it was, as you can probably tell from the name, splendid). There were a bunch of exciting celebrity appearances, including Cynthia Nixon with her girlfriend and children, and Chris Meloni, who arrived late and actually had to slide his glorious bubble butt past us to reach where his kids were sitting. But the most Christmas-miraculous sighting of all was of Taylor Momsen and Connor Paolo, who you might know better as Jenny Humphrey and Eric van der Woodsen from Gossip Girl! They were sitting in the front row, right up next to all the action. Now, we don’t know if it was a date, but the two seemed very close and sat leaning on one another and whispering for the whole show. And the best part? They were chaperoned by Taylor’s mom. (She even brought Taylor’s younger sister along for the ride.) The actors are, after all, only 14 and 17. If they were real teenagers, instead of famous ones, they’d totally have to go to the mall as the only way to get away from their parents, and be forced to make out at Cinnabon. Oh, to be young
Earlier: ‘Gossip Girl’ Star Connor Paolo Has Lunch at 10:30 A.M. All our Gossip Girl recaps and dish!
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‘Gossip Girl’ Star Says He Wants to Punch Zac Efron!
At the Gossip Girl premiere party last night, things were running late. The bash started at 7, but by 9:30, cast member Blake Lively was still a no-show. Über-publicist Leslie Sloane-Zelnick loitered behind the red carpet, waiting. “I’m with Blake,” she told a reporter. Of course the biggest star in the show would work with Zelnick, who reps Jennifer Lopez and Anne Hathaway, and helped Britney and Lindsay back in their glory days. “Hey, all these kids are stars!” Zelnick insisted, but that’s not what it looked like. The rest of the show’s cast lingered upstairs at Tenjune, waiting until Lively turned up at 9:45 to enter the hellishly crowded party. The youngest talent, 17-year-old Connor Paolo (OMG! he played a young Colin Farrell in Alexander!) and 14-year-old Taylor Momsen (OMG! she played Cindy Lou Who in How the Grinch Stole Christmas!!) dawdled in a corner doing what else – gossiping. “The reporters asked me what ‘gossip’ is, and if I could tell them a rumor about someone one set,” said Momsen. “What did they ask you?” “They asked me if I had a crush on anyone in Hollywood, who would it be?” said Paolo. “They asked me for gossip, too. I said I wanted to punch Zac Efron in the face.” Wait, what? “Don’t you think everyone wants to see him get punched?” he asked. Wow, if possible, we love this show even more.
Earlier ‘Gossip Girl’ Just as Tawdry, New Yorkey as We’d Hoped
Finding an Immediate FamilyHere’s our not-quite-automated guide to New York’s feature stories. In “Meet. Mate. Multiply,” Rachel Lehmann-Haupt examines an interesting wrinkle in yuppie dating patterns: people who choose to rocket through that dating part, going from meeting to family in just a year or two.
Keywords: Singles; dating; marriage; kids; fertility specialist; JDate; Connecticut.
The details: As middle age looms, some single New Yorkers decide to take care of the whole settling-down thing in one fell swoop. We meet several of the resultant families — Scott and Erica, for example, who turned into Scott and Erica and Coco and Rubyrose within a mere year and four months — in their homes: “a one-bedroom apartment on Upper West Side,” “a bright Tribeca loft,” “an East Village walk-up,” “the house they are living in temporarily in Connecticut.”
Crucial quote: “‘Yeah, meeting Lars, getting married, having a kid,’ says Sophie. ‘The pace of it all. I was an overachiever in college, and I’ve achieved all this in fifteen months.’”
Takeaway: When the family-obsessed national culture meets the career-focused New York lifestyle, a weird vortex is created wherein people both postpone and rush through settling down. Which is not to say those people are any crazier than the rest of us.
Read the full article here — and the full issue here.
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Luca’s Mommy, Dearest?
If Madonna is adopting a baby from Malawi, his name is Luca. Joan Crawford had crabs. Dustin Hoffman bought vegetables at Fairway. Steve Wynn put his elbow through a Picasso. Screech’s sex tape is “quite humorous and, at times, arousing.” James Baker ate at ‘21.’ Horace Mann students made fun of their teachers. Penelope Cruz and Pedro Almodóvar partied with drag queens for their movie, Volver. Jimmy Fallon went to the Empire State Pride Agenda dinner last week; Anderson Cooper did not. City comptroller Bill Thompson is learning to speak Spanish. Harvey Weinstein hosted a Bobby screening; famous people attended. Keith Olbermann may have had a one-night stand with a woman who now blogs about it. Liz Smith thinks Garvey’s, in the theater district, has good nachos.
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Plague of the Yankees
The signs, at first, were subtle. Moments after the final out found the back of the first-baseman’s glove in Detroit, eliminating the Yankees forever from the 2006 playoffs, meteorologists reported a slight dip in atmospheric pressure over the Eastern Seaboard. Old men across the Bronx sat up suddenly in bed, complaining of strange dreams and aching joints. Dogs across the city started to bark in shrill inexplicable waves. At 9 p.m., apparently realizing that the greatest offense in the history of human sport had been vanquished, the moon turned black and plunged into the sea. The Hudson River reversed its flow, ejecting Atlantic-bound eels and sharks and whales onto the West Side Highway, where they writhed and gnashed at each other in agony over yet another failed season.
