Long do I wish for the days when the most bonkers thing to come out of the mouth of a Fast and the Furious star was “Stay” from Vin Diesel. But right now we’re in a time where Tyrese Gibson is in a race against himself to keep saying stuff that either makes no sense or is a lie. Tyrese recently admitted that anti-psych meds were responsible for things that he’s said and written on Instagram. According to Page Six, Tyrese is talking more and saying things he probably shouldn’t say.
Tyrese appeared on the Rickey Smiley Morning Show yesterday, and they spoke about his train wreck custody battle with his ex-wife Norma Mitchell over their 10-year-old daughter Shayla. Tyrese has been hissing at Norma for a long time, and he leveled another blow in her direction by claiming he only married her back in 2007 so she could stay in the United States.
“We had an angel, but I married you to keep you in the country. I never married you because I was happily married. You’re from London. I married you because we had a baby on the way and I had to do whatever I had to do so I’m not traveling all the way to London just to spend quality time with my baby. So now you’re running around painting this picture, like we was [whistles Bridal Chorus], like bro we got married and there was like seven people there.
Like, I am the most flashiest, flamboyant dude other than Floyd Mayweather. I am the flashiest. There’s nothing about me that’s low-key and quiet. You know that I married her to keep her in the country.”
Tyrese was married to Norma from 2007 to 2009. Shayla was born in July of 2007. Tyrese is currently married to Samantha Gibson, who he married in March of this year.
So according to Tyrese, Norma is the Gérard Depardieu to his Andie MacDowell. A source spoke to Page Six and claims that’s not the truth.
“He’s lying as always. He tried to get her back before he was engaged. He’s furious she wouldn’t come back to him.”
The source adds that his green card admission is most likely part of Tyrese’s plan to get full custody of his daughter.
There’s one big problem with Tyrese acting like he did Norma a favor by marrying her for the green card. The United States considers that to be marriage fraud, which is a big no-no. Confessing to committing marriage fraud is the kind of thing that could have the government pulling up on you in a fast and furious manner.
But on the non-illegal side of things, claiming that he married Norma for the green card is kind of a self-burn on Tyrese part. He basically admitted he was too lazy to fly to London and see his kid if Norma was forced to return home. Especially when he’s admitting he’s flashier than Floyd Mayweather. You’d think a flashy, flamboyant man like Tyrese would love the opportunity to brag about eating 24k gold-leafed scones while flying a private jet to where Queen Elizabeth II lives.
Last week, local Oklahoma news outlets reported the rather surprising celebrity sighting of musician Gwen Stefani and her boyfriend, Blake Shelton. It wasn’t necessarily a shock to see Oklahoma native Shelton eating at the Tishomingo restaurant he owns, Ole Red, with his partner, but the accompanying sight of House Speaker Paul Ryan made a few waves. ‘In walked Paul Ryan first,’ reported an onlooker. ‘And then double duty, we got to see Blake Shelton walk in, him and Gwen.’ The moment was reported as a clandestine meeting between the three individuals, something Shelton himself slammed as he supposedly doesn’t do politics. Yet it’s an instance of inter-cultural image clashing that feels indicative of the opposites-attract narrative that has accompanied Shelton and Stefani since they went public with their relationship. Who wouldn’t find that story enticing: The rocker chick who finds new love after public heartbreak with a rustic country boy who’s also her co-worker. Celebrity couplings are big business for those willing to wield its power effectively, and in an increasingly cynical cultural landscape, where the most openly passionate pairings are lambasted by audiences, it’s interesting to see Shelton and Stefani make it into a long-term commitment, even as they stand as the thirstiest pairing since Tom Hiddleston ignored common sense to don a hand-decorated tank-top. For long-term fans of Stefani and No Doubt, for the women who grew up finding solace in her carefree lone-girl leadership, watching her wholeheartedly embrace the Shelton image for herself has been another instance a routine we’re very familiar with. This is a celebrity who’s always been willing to change her persona for the right crowd, but never so drastically.
Stefani was never the only woman in rock, but if you were like me and grew up with a rock loving dad who never seemed to have any female-led bands or musicians in his roster of CDs, seeing the lead singer of No Doubt on Top of the Pops and CD:UK, unabashedly dominating the stage ahead of her male band members, was a moment of victory. She was glamorous, with bombshell blonde hair and scarlet lips, but she also wasn’t afraid to leap across the stage as she performed, and pre-teen made greatly envied her ability to make midriff bearing waistcoat and tie ensembles look chic. ‘Cool’ didn’t really cover her in my mind: She always seemed too cool to care about being cool, which is the most potent way to make any 12 year old girl think of her as the coolest being who ever lived.
I never really knew how to feel about her decision to go not only solo as a musician but full-on pop. No Doubt were hardly Slayer, but they were still the peak of edgy in terms of the music I chose for myself. Listening to ‘What You Waiting For’, an admittedly banging tune, and watching her sing while dressed as a Harajuku inspired Alice in Wonderland cosplayer felt decidedly off to me. I was still too immature to consider the possibility that people changed over time and that musicians shook up their images as frequently as the rest of us make tea in the morning. All I knew was that I liked the other Gwen better. To be that bitch, Gwen of 2004 seemed like all the other girls now.
Looking back, the Love Angel Music Baby era is a time of contrasts: Some brilliant pop numbers mixed in with unbearable album filler; sharp style with a carefully thought out plan and context but one that’s rooted in discomfiting Orientalism and fetishizing of Asian women (lest we forget her perpetually silent harem of Harajuku girls who tailed her at every red carpet performance); a talented musician figuring out her life as a solo entity and telling that story through her songs, but occasionally trying way too hard to fit in with contemporary trends. A lot of this wasn’t even new — while performing in No Doubt, Stefani often wore a bindi on her forehead, and the cultural appropriation went undiscussed by the wider media spectrum — but without the band unit around her, everything felt more heightened (perhaps because her image at this time was heavily so).
Stefani has been open about her Roman Catholic faith, her relationships (by her own admission, she has only had three boyfriends and they were all long-term partnerships), and how the two intersect. She met Tony Kanal, her first boyfriend and bassist for No Doubt, when she was 17 and ‘instantly was obsessed.’ Coming from ‘a very conservative home [where] family was sacred’, before No Doubt’s fame exploded, Stefani confessed to Rolling Stone, ‘all I ever did was, like, look at Tony and pray that God would let me have a baby with him’. This is the perpetual contradiction of Stefani’s career: The desire for a traditional family life and gender role as a wife and mother while living the dream as the coolest girl in the room who never needs a man. Songs like ‘Simple Kind of Life’ centre on Stefani’s conundrum, with discomfiting lyrics like ‘Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight, all I wanted was the simple things’. For all the talk of her conservative image change with Shelton, it’s telling that this pull between her vibrant rule-breaking image and desire for the trappings of patriarchal simplicity have been evident from day one.
In 2002, after dating for over seven years, Stefani married her second boyfriend, Bush frontman Gavin Rossdale, and the pair had three sons. Settling down with family life seemed impossible as her solo career took her fame to new heights, and that conflict is evident in both songs and interviews. The tick-tock beat to ‘What You Waiting For’ was partly inspired by her own biological clock, and even in talking about the excitement of marrying Rossdale, she compares the ‘beautiful, magical feeling’ to ‘having a baby’. Even if the quotes were 1950s ready, the image of the pair together was undeniably cool: Her pink wedding dress was badass, they looked good on red carpets together, and they gave their sons rocker ready names like Zuma and Bowie. It seemed like a good match for Stefani — the sellable image with the desired comfort of wifedom and motherhood — until Rossdale cheated with the nanny, which may be the ultimate bastardising of the familial ideal. When you’ve spent years trying to define yourself as the thing you covet the most, having the guy who’s supposed to be your partner in that shit all over your trust and love is undoubtedly devastating.
As she has always done, Stefani explored the pain through her music. ‘This Is What the Truth Feels Like’ is not the banging breakup record No Doubt’s ‘Tragic Kingdom’ was: It’s glossier and more calculated and her voice isn’t what it used to be, but there are moments of raw truth amidst what is ultimately a decent if forgettable pop album. ‘Truth’ deals with the conundrum of a public break-up, struggling to feel worthy of being loved while fighting the feelings of public embarrassment and being accused of a quick rebound romance. In ‘Used To Love You’, she sounds genuinely upset, singing about the sensation of losing the thing in your life you believed to be the best part of it. It’s angry anguish, and in the words of the album’s review in Pitchfork, ‘it’s a rare moment on the album where you can pick out Stefani from a sea of other pop singers.’
The album came out around the same time her romance with her co-judge on NBC’s The Voice, Blake Shelton, went public. Like Stefani, Shelton had gone through a very public and difficult breakup with his wife, musician Miranda Lambert, and like Stefani’s marriage to Rossdale, it was a pairing that carried with it a certain level of cultural cache. Little bit country, little bit rock & roll, if we want to go there. While the pair played coy with the press at the beginning as rumours of on-set flirting reached a tipping point, once they went public, this was a pair that threw their all into their performance of romance. They got cosy in the car, they smiled at public events together, and the selfies were plentiful. Many suspected the romance to be a mere rebound, one that could be leveraged by both as a bit of media friendly revenge against their exes, but two years later and the pair are still going strong.
Watching Stefani with Shelton, a man I know little about beyond a terrible ‘Footloose’ cover, some supremely shitty tweets and a Sexiest Man Alive honour that feels like some sort of public curse, revives many of my youthful feelings of conflict over the songstress. On the surface, it seems all wrong, and their almost maudlin displays of love — musical duets, Instagram snogs, having their Twitter profile pics be of each other — are reminiscent of that one relative on Facebook whose posts you try to avoid for fear of rolling your eyes out of your skull. She likes it when they match outfits, and while she hasn’t wholeheartedly adopted his style, she is a lot more interested in cowboys now than she was 5 years ago. The old Stefani fan of my youth wants to guffaw with incredulity at the spectacle, and yet there’s part of me that gets it. Stefani is all about love, and being proud of love, and wanting everyone to know her feelings on love. With Rossdale, she never had a wholly willing partner to join in with her displays, but Shelton is 100% along for the ride. He’s just as extra as she is, and as exhausting as that can be to watch from the outside, it feels like it’s exactly what Stefani’s always wanted. After the humiliation of being cheated on by a rocker dude with a colourful past, and the first heartbreak of her life with her bandmate who wouldn’t commit, going with the human embodiment of mundane seems like the comforting thing to do.
All of this makes it exceedingly difficult to talk about Stefani as an independent figure, in part because she has never wanted to be seen as an individual: She wanted the husband and children, and before that happened, she surrounded herself with her own community, be it her band members or her mute Harajuku puppets. She defines herself by those around her — the bindi she wore as an apparent homage to Kanal; the fashion inspiration she took from Chola girls and Japanese style; the musical directions her albums took depending on the fad of the time; and her new Christmas album, perfectly polished and apple-pie sweet for the masses, ready who love Shelton and The Voice. Stefani’s evolution into Shelton’s other half may surprise some, but really, this is the same record she’s always played.
The dream of Alex Rodriguez becoming the new Yankees manager died on Friday when the team hired former third baseman Aaron Boone to take over for Joe Girardi. Undoubtedly a bummer that J.Lo won’t be frequenting Yankee Stadium, but it appears Boone hasn’t done too bad himself as he’s married to former Playboy model Laura Cover.
According to Laura’s bio on IMDB, she was Playmate of the Month back in October of 1998 and married Aaron in 2002. Of course, Aaron would hit his iconic home run against the Red Sox the following year.
The couple has a total of four kids together (two of them adopted):
Page Six claims that former big bag of smug Matt Lauer (or is he still smug?) and wife Annette Roque have been one of those “stay together for the kids and the press” couples for several years now. As if children are stupid and actually believe mommy and daddy have slept in separate bedrooms for years because “Daddy snores.” The 59-year-old alleged cad was living in their Park Avenue apartment during the week while the wife and kids remained back in Sag Harbor.
“Annette has taken their two younger kids out of school and is believed to have left the US and gone to her family in her native country.” It is believed her mother lives near Amsterdam.
Annette, who is a former Victoria’s Secret model, apparently defined the role of “long-suffering wife” when it came to her marriage to Matt. Except she did it in incredibly expensive riding breeches.
For years, while Lauer spent his days hosting one of America’s most popular morning shows, Roque has honed her equestrian skills at the boutique 40-acre horse farm that the couple constructed near their home.
“When I see her, she’s always in riding clothes,” said one local.
Sources portray her as the “Long-Suffering Wife of Sag Harbor.”
At the Calypso St. Barth boutique, employees said that Roque is the town mystery, seen as “a sad wife.” “While Matt is always out and about with his kids and very pleasant, he is never with Annette,” a local told The Post.
The couple almost divorced in 2006 after she supposedly found out about Matt’s alleged affair with Today correspondent Natalie Morales. Matt and Natalie were covering the Winter Olympics in Turin, Italy at the time and Annette heard they were trying out the two-man luge sans clothing.
Both Lauer and Morales have fiercely denied an affair, but that September a seven-months’-pregnant Roque filed for divorce, alleging “cruel and inhumane” treatment and citing Lauer’s “extremely controlling” behavior — but not on grounds of infidelity.
The divorce filing was dropped when Matt supposedly offered her $ 5 million to stay married to him. That’s a lot of riding breeches.
Page Six reported on Saturday that Lauer offered her up to a rumored $ 5 million deal to remain in the marriage. A source said, “Matt needed to stay in the marriage to keep his reputation as America’s nicest dad. He is in fact a … very doting dad to his kids, but he is also a terrible husband.”
The local horse breeders must have loved these two. Matt would apparently shell out for a new pony every time Annette found out about another of his transgressions.
But at the same time, the Hamptons horsey set was whispering about a new addition to the Lauers’ stable. “He bought Annette a $ 100,000 horse, and we said, ‘Well, Matt must have been caught cheating again,’” a media source told The Post. “Every time he’s caught he buys her a horse.”
Matt and Annette are said to have begun living separate lives in March of 2010, after a story broke about him whooping it up in Vancouver during the Winter Olympics that year. What is it with Matt Lauer and the Winter Olympics? The sexual harassment complaint that flicked the first downfall domino concerned an incident at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi. It’s a good thing that NBC News fired him before this year’s Winter Olympics in Seoul, because not only have the viewers been spared from seeing his face, but the interns may have been spared from him flashing them.
Things are looking up for Oscar the Grouch’s mean uncle Tony. According to the New York Daily News, flash in the grease pan ex-White House communications director Anthony Scaramucci is getting back together with his wife, Deidre Ball.
If you haven’t self-lobotomized with drugs and alcohol to forget about the memories of those heady, early days of the Trump administration, you’ll remember that Deidre filed for divorce from “The Mooch” when she was nine months pregnant. There were rumors of an affair and it was reported that “Little Big Tone” (his self-given made name) not only missed the birth of his son, but also didn’t get around to giving him a jovial tap on the jaw and a cigar until almost a week later because he was off doing important D.C. stuff.
But those days are over, Tony’s on a new path and Deidre has agreed to walk it with him. She’s discontinued her petition for divorce and is shacking up with Tony in his double wide dumpster over on Manhasset, Long Island. A source tells TMZ say The Mooch and Deidre are “absolutely” back together. The Mooch’s rebound, Kimberly Guilfoyle, has also moved on to a bartender.
Meanwhile, Oscar is still waiting for an apology. He had Uncle Tony over to his can at Thanksgiving and Tony really got into it with Oscar’s girlfriend Bitchy Betty. Some of the names and accusations that flew that night are not suitable for print in this family publication. Let’s just say Betty went straight home and started sharpening her shanks (she has a lovely, museum quality collection). Until he apologizes to Oscar and Betty, Tony better sleep with one eye open!
It goes without saying, but Vikings wide receiver Adam Thielen is having a bonkers season. The man is up to 916 (and three touchdowns) through 10 games — The Minneapolis Star Tribune notes that is the third most in Vikings history behind just Randy Moss. Elite company, just like we all expected at the beginning of the season!
Off the field, Vikings jersey chasers will undoubtedly be bummed to learn Adam’s married to Caitlin Graboski Thielen. She played soccer at both Iowa State and Minnesota State (transferred) and majored in Communication Disorders and Speech Pathology.
An article on Vikings.com notes Adam and Caitlin met while at Minnesota State. They married in 2015 and now have a son together.
People reports that Keegan-Michael Key’s divorce from his ex wife Cynthia Blaise was finalized just days before he announced his engagement to his next wife Elisa Pugliese. I felt badly for Cynthia because she and KMK were married for 206 Hollywood years, she supported his ass when he was trying to make it, and she had a really rough time physically and emotionally when they were in the process of divorcing.
Thankfully, it looks like KMK has agreed to a very generous divorce settlement (or was forced into one, either way, yay). It’s almost enough for me to forgive him for using the “she said yes!” line in his engagement announcement which is the straight male equivalent to “he went to Jared!”. Gross. And grosser.
According to People:
In the judgement, the Key and Peele star has been ordered to pay Blaise, an actress and dialect coach, $ 34,000 per month as well as 21 percent “of his gross annual income from all sources in excess of $ 2,153,846,” according to the documents, but “the total spousal support payable from [Key] to [Blaise] each year shall not exceed the sum of $ 700,00 gross.”
See, sometimes money can buy happiness. Or if not happiness, which is fleeting and hard to quantify, it can buy goods and services which can lead to feelings of contentment and vindication. Cynthia was also awarded $ 655,649 for her share of their assets as well as the their timeshare. But here’s the real coup! Cynthia gets to drive off with the couple’s 2016 Subaru Crosstrek *sad trombone*. Thankfully they didn’t have children so nobody needs to shed too many tears over the situation. Cynthia gets a generous support package, KMK gets to marry his new lady love Elisa who, in turn, gets to live with a certified and licensed clown! That’s what I call a win, win, honk-honk ah-ooga!
The Buffalo Bills graced us with random quarterback news today as they benched Tyrod Taylor for Nathan Peterman. Who the hell is Nathan Peterman? He’s a rookie out of Pittsburgh who was selected in the fifth round of this year’s draft.
Peterman made his first pro appearance this past Sunday, throwing for 79 yards and a touchdown in garbage time. Nothing crazy, but he technically did outperform Taylor, who was dreadful with 56 yards and an interception before getting pulled late.
Off the field, Peterman is married to his college sweetheart, Morgan Shull. They met in 2012 while they were both attending the University of Tennessee. (Nathan transferred to Pitt in 2015.)
Morgan graduated Tennessee with a degree in sports management and worked as an ballpark operations intern/assistant for the Pittsburgh Pirates.
Here’s a real yucky one for you! It must be Friday. Jason Bateman and his wife Amanda Anka have confirmed a story about hotelier André Balazs being an alleged dirty rotten pussy grabber. Not for nothin’, André, who owns The Standard hotels and the Chateau Marmont, used to date both Uma Thurman and Chelsea Handler. Say what now?
The New York Times reports that Jason and Amanda were in London for the premiere of Horrible Bosses 2 and attended a party hosted by André at his fancy hotel The Chiltern. A gang of other people were there too including co-stars Jennifer Aniston, Jason Sudeikis and Charlie Day. André took them all on a tour of the place which necessitated filing up a firehouse ladder. That’s when things got gross, allegedly.
Ms. Anka was wearing a burgundy leather dress and was hesitant to climb the ladder, according to witnesses. But Mr. Balazs insisted. As she navigated the steps, these people said, Mr. Balazs slipped a hand under her skirt and grabbed her crotch.
Amanda told everybody what happened and people saw it go down, including Charlie’s wife who said in a statement “I witnessed behavior by André Balazs that was inappropriate and offensive”. Jason was having none of it and confronted André and SPAT HIS GUM OUT IN HIS FACE. Damn, son! I had a crush on Jason back when he was on It’s Your Move, I’m glad to know it was justified. Here’s the statement the couple released last week confirming this story.
“On behalf of Jason Bateman and Amanda Anka, we can confirm that the account of André Balazs’s outrageous and vile behavior on that night in London is factual,” the statement said. “His actions were dealt with at the time.”
It seems this pussy grabbing business has been André’s M.O. for some time. Several other women have come out with similar stories. One woman who worked at the front desk at Chateau Marmont in the 1990s says André took her to a mud wrestling club, pinned her against the wall, stuck his mouth on hers and his fingers where they didn’t belong. The NYT verified this and reported on another very similar incident as well.
I would say it’s hard to believe that Uma and Chelsea, both outspoken women who have expressed anger about sexual misconduct in the industry, dated this dude but I’m fresh out of surprises these days. For us regulars, we have six degrees of Kevin Bacon but in Hollywood they probably only have like one or two tops. André moved in lots of muckity muck Hollywood and super wealthy circles. I might actually be able to find a surprise hidden in the back of a drawer somewhere if we don’t hear more stories about his wayward hands.