• Tiger Woods divorce is finalized and Elin Nordegren takes $100 million… (NYDN)

• Just as mistress Rachel Uchitel buys herself a $2 million New York condo. (TMZ)

• How much would you pay for Pittsburgh Steeler Troy Polamalu’s hair? Cuz one strand is currently for sale on Ebay. (Lemondrop)

• Wait…was it Kate Bosworth who cheated on Alexander Skarsgard? Apparently she wasn’t quite over former flame Orlando Bloom. (Perez Hilton)

• Right before her hosting of the VMAs, Chelsea Handler has split from Animal Planet’s Dave Salmoni.

• Breaking Bad star (and Malcolm in the Middle dad) Bryan Cranston will be hosting Saturday Night Live this season. (Wall Street Journal)

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That’s the only reason we can imagine they might choose to launch their “Diana” line, featuring imagery of the late Princess Diana in lingerie, on the 13th anniversary of her death.

In the ad, a look-alike of the Princess of Wales appears in a bra and underwear, holding a cello and gazing upon a small child.

Read More at Lemondrop.com

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Chinese Company Uses Princess Di in Underwear Ad

Jared Leto stopped by the studio of photographer/professional creep Terry Richardson yesterday to pose for some sans-shirt photos. I’ve always kind of reviled Jared and his too-serious band 30 Seconds to Mars as an example of fame gone wrong, but secretly? Some of that actually stems from the time I saw him at a party in L.A. and tried unsuccessfully to hit on him.

Basically, what happened was, after drinking $600 worth of champagne (it was a champagne launch event, I usually stick to whiskey), I looked over and saw Jared wearing some ridiculous tight-pants-and-giant-sneakers outfit and holding court in a room full of Warhols. I gasped, said “Oh my god, Jordan Catalano!” and proceeded to stare him down through drunken, half-open eyes for an hour while he talked to someone, like, much taller and blonder instead. Joke’s on you, Jared! Today I get to see you shirtless anyway.

And, hey, since we’re talking about Leto-related pet peeves? There’s an episode of My So-Called Life titled “Why Jordan Can’t Read,” during which we find out only that Jordan can’t read, but not why that is.

(via Terry Richardson’s Diary)

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The Daily WTF: This Is a Photo of Jared Leto Shirtless

Tori got nostalgic and referenced her character Donna Martin:

Jennie Garth got into the spirit of things by giving a shout out to the cast of the new CW Bev Hills update:

Twilight vamp pop Peter Facinelli, tipped his cap to his lady:

And then there’s Shannen, the 90210-er who notoriously left the show after four seasons? She hasn’t Tweeted in nearly a month — and this is what she had to say last:

Hmmm – and with that, 9/02/10 day is complete.

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Celeb Roundup: Happy 9/02/10 Day

Trailer:

Dan Interview:

Lewis Interview:

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Videos: Hellcats Looks Cramazing

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1. Old Rick doesn’t look so bad.

2. Actually, he’s sort of hot…but way more British.

3. What happened to his signature red hair?

4. We’re glad he didn’t get rid of this sweeping arm gesture though:

5. Wait…does that mean he’s rickrolling us?

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Video: 5 Comments on Rick Astley’s New Single, Lights Out (No Rickroll)

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Sweet Repeat: Sassy Jennie Garth

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In my lil head… I remember when I was dating this guy he would always tell me how emotional I was…He always told me I thought to much…For the longest time, I honestly thought something was really wrong with me. From then on I was self-obsessed about not being “emotional” and “thinking too much.” As hard as I would try, to just brush things off, or not have any type of feelings…I couldn’t, just isn’t in my nature. I’ve always thought way too much…felt deeply about things most wouldn’t even care about. Maybe this is a flaw in my genetic code…who fucking knows. Thinking and feeling too much can def. be something negative…but at the same time…maybe it’s a gift. I get so confused… No one ever explained to me that it was OKAY to be this way…I’ve always been told it was wrong…something must really be wrong with you. I never really understood words, sentences or language very well…I can’t really explain it, but when people talk to me the sounds translates into images….I think I told a friend once and she looked at me as if I was crazy…probably am just a lil…=) As self-obsessed as I am… I tend to think about a lot of random things…ie…time, perception, social constructs, color, shapes, symbols,…blah blah blah… OK….I think I’m back to reality…haha…kinda got stuck in my thoughts again. xoxoxokatt

You aren’t that hot, GET OVER YOURSELF!

I was talking to one of my guy friends the other day , he said that every girl thinks that they are hot, even girls who are average or below average. He was hanging out with a girl he thought was just ok and she kept saying “I know I’m hot, I know im good looking” and all the while he was thinking that she was so full of herself. I see this a lot, a lot of people think they are so hot (and some of them are) but their egos are so big that it just makes them unattractive to everyone else. If they aren’t actually hot, and think that they are, their egos just make them look stupid.

Personally I think beauty is overrated. I love a good looking guy as much as anyone else, but pretty people often don’t have much to say (since they didn’t have the need to develop a personality like less beautiful people did) and a pretty face doesn’t last too long if you cant hold a conversation with them! I prefer a guy with a good sense of humor and something to say over a pretty face any day, although it would be great if he had good looks too! I personally don’t think someone should get praised just because they look good, they didn’t have to work for it, they didn’t have to earn it!!  I personally respect hard work much more.

I’ve heard a study somewhere say that cute girls have better self esteem than beautiful girls, that beautiful girls are extremely  insecure. I seem to agree, I do get around a lot of pretty girls and I have to admit, a lot of them have much less substance than some of the other girls ive gotton to know. Beautiful girls are so constantly praised on their looks, it’s the one thing that they know that they can depend on, that they hang onto it for dear life, and are constantly comparing themselves to other girls and thinking that they are superior.

 I wasn’t born with the amazing beauty of some of these girls, but I don’t really think it matters, and this goes for you too!!  Beauty fades (much quicker than you think!) and I think that hard work and a good heart will take you much farther and bring you much more happiness than only having good looks to offer

 I bring this up because I used to be love to surround myself with pretty girls When I sit back and I observe some of these girls, they talk a lot of shit! One basic thing about happiness is that people who are truly happy don’t have generally have a surplus of negative things to say. Yah I talked a whole lot of shit when I was younger, sometimes I get caught up in talking some shit even now, it’s a bad habit, its addictive, and I’m catching myself and trying to make myself stop! … honestly it is just fun to gossip sometimes…but these days I try to be the one listening more than talking…and maybe one day I wont even bother to listen to it any more, hopefully!

 Its fun to have a group of pretty girls to party with (and I know the guys love it too) but I’m finding that these days its more important to have someone who has more talk about than just boys, hair and makeup and shopping. Seriously the preoccupation with boys is ridiculous, there are more important things in life than trying to play the field and see how many guys you can make fall in love with you.

 What about you? How important is beauty to you??

A new video has gone up, supposedly from the girl whose name the creator claims is Katja Puschnik, apologizing for her behavior and offering the excuse that the puppies were ill. But Bay still wants to see her tracked down and prosecuted for her crime.

Michael Bay is a notorious jerk when it comes to humans — Megan Fox was booted from the Transformers franchise after she compared Michael to Hitler and called him “a nightmare to work with” — so it’s good to see he has a soft side.

(Also, by the way, the above photo is from MichaelBay.com, which used to be the most amazing site ever, with dozens and dozens of Michael Bay hi-res photos each more ridiculous than the last, but it’s recently been edited down. Which might be the bigger tragedy mentioned in this this post.)

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Michael Bay Offers $50,000 Bounty for Puppy-Throwing Girl

Oh, and btw, here’s an example of a “good” interview on B2F, care of Steve Carell:

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Video: Between Two Ferns with Seth Galifianakis and Sean Penn

Yesterday we reported that Jodie Sweetin has given birth to a second child, little Beatrix Carlin Sweetin Coyle, and today we have an update straight from the woman herself. After a several-day Twitter absence, Jodie returned to the keyboard last night to discuss her new baby:

The ex-Full House star seems to be doing well after a checkered past. Jodie notoriously suffered from substance abuse issues, something she came clean about in her memoir, UnSweetined. In 2008, ex-husband Cody Herpin took Jodie to court in a battle retain full-custody of their daughter. He accused Sweetin of driving drunk with the infant in the car. The two currently share custody of the child, whom Jodie has said is eager to meet little sis Beatrix.

The new “great man” Jodie mentioned is her boyfriend DJ Morty Coyle, turntablist to the stars. Morty, 41, became a first-time dad on Tuesday. The musician seems ready to rise to the task, Tweeting about Jodie on Wednesday:

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Between the Lines: Jodie Sweetin Talks About Her New Baby

Flora and Fauna belong in nature, but also on your feet in these pretty looking (but probably uncomfortable) flower stilettos. Well, at least we’re close to Fashion Week so people won’t think you’re craaaazy. (Via Trenhunter)

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Nice Stems

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Crushable How did Save the Assistants (the website) come to be?
Lilit: When I first moved to New York, I got a job as an executive assistant. Between moving to a new city where I didn’t have a support system to transitioning from college to work, I was a mess. I kept looking for some kind of web resource for assistants and people just starting out in their jobs, but there wasn’t one. After I left that job and went to another assistant job – where I did the same kind of admin work but had a really great boss who mentored me – I started the website myself.

Crushable:At what point did you think to yourself, “Whoa, I could have something here?”
Lilit: I think it was when I started to get emails from people I didn’t know. At first, the only people who read the site were my friends. Then, I started to get pickup on other blogs and people I didn’t know began emailing me their horror stories or asking me questions about how to handle stuff at the office. The best was when people emailed me to tell me that the site had inspired them to quit their jobs and pursue something more rewarding.

Crushable: How did you pitch your first book deal?
Lilit: Several agents and editors had approached me about doing a Save the Assistants book, but most of them wanted me to do some kind of compendium of the best horror stories. I knew that my agent, Rebecca Gradinger, was the right person for me because she wanted me to write something completely original. She understood that the best thing for Save the Assistants wasn’t to print out the internet and stick it in a book – it was to write something in the spirit of the site that was original and helpful. We put together a book proposal and she sent it out to editors.

Crushable: What advice would you give young women right out of college?
Lilit:You don’t have to be an expert on everything right away. For many of us, we feel pressure to be ‘perfect.’ It’s OK not to know exactly what you want to do with your life and not be a rock star at your job on the very first day. Your career is a learning experience – at each job, you’ll pick up new skills and contacts. It’s a work in progress, and that’s what’s great about it.

Crushable: What about ladies stuck in dead-end jobs who might not know about other opportunities available to them?
Lilit: Sometimes you have to make your own opportunities, especially if the conventional paths are closed to you. When I first moved to New York, an assistant job was all I could get. It was great because it paid the bills, but what I really wanted to do was write. Since there weren’t opportunities to write at my job, I had to pursue writing on my own time. I pitched stories, freelanced for anyone who would let me, and wrote for free a lot. Yes, you’re going to have to bust your ass, but if you really love something it won’t feel like work. Later, when I got a job editing a website, my writing skills and my assistant skills helped me out tremendously.

Crushable: Is your advice as applicable to both men and women?
Lilit: Absolutely. While a higher percentage of my readers are women, I think that has to do with the fact that more women get pushed into administrative roles. That said, everyone has to be someone’s bitch. You may not have the word “assistant” in your job title, but you always have to do someone else’s bidding, and that’s why Save the Assistants exists.

You can buy Lilit’s book on Amazon.

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Anonymous Celebrity: Lilit Marcus of Save The Assistants

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Dylan collapsed beneath the waves, face contorted in a pained expression that was roughly 1% different from his default expression. He paddled to the shore and hoisted his surfboard onto the sand, letting out a guttural “mmph.” He walked to the lifeguard tower where he’d stashed his beach bag and started pulling things out rapid-fire: Raybans, a tank top, a bottle of Valtrex, his favorite Goo Goo Dolls CD (A Boy Named Goo: not what you expected, eh?). At the bottom of the bag, Dylan found what he was looking for. Capsaicin cream: miracle cure for chronic lower back pain.

Dylan’s cream spreading ritual [he found a slow clockwise motion (remember when clocks were analog? Dylan does!) to be most effective] was interrupted by a blonde in a bikini, perfectly tanned and staring his way. The girl grinned. Dylan scowled. The girl grinned bigger. Dylan scowled with all the intensity he could muster, lips curling in on themselves, eyes narrowed so severely he couldn’t see when the girl started walking towards him: suddenly a foot away, then two inches, then past him to sun-kissed places beyond.

“I’ve still got it,” Dylan thought, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “I still look just like Mickey Rourke.”

Dylan opened his eyes to quarter-glower so he could begin ignoring the girl, but she wasn’t there. He spun around, whirling in slow-motion in case the girl was watching. But she wasn’t. She was shaking hands with someone in sunglasses and neon swim trunks. It was Tristan Wilds.

His 1992 Porsche 911 was in the shop again, so Dylan had to take the bus back to Beverly Hills. He decided to jump off early (ow: all that bus-jumping doesn’t help with the ole back, boy) and pay a visit to Jim Walsh. Like usual, Jim was sitting outside in a wicker rocking chair, watching pedestrians walk by. He waved when he saw Dylan and stood to greet him, resting a hand on his wooden cane. “Can you believe this place?”

Dylan shrugged. Jim indicated toward a tall teenager with curly haired and platform shoes who yammered on a cell phone. Shenae Grimes stuck her tongue out at Jim and Jim shook his head. “There goes the neighborhood.”

“So,” Dylan flipped on his Raybans and tried to look cool as a cucumber, if a cucumber could have signature sideburns. “Is Brenda back yet?”

“No, son, not back yet.”

“She’s still in London, huh?”

“Yep.”

“How long’s it been now?”

“Almost 20 years, Dylan.”

Dylan made eye contact with the gravel and practiced his pout. “So, um, do you think she’s gonna stay?”

Jim didn’t answer, just looked out at Dylan sadly and tapped his cane. Dylan hoisted his board over his shoulder. It wasn’t even 10 a.m. yet: he had the whole day in front of him. Dylan thought maybe he’d head to West Beverly and hustle some Oxy from the juniors who hung out by the quad. And then he’d probably wander on over to the Peach Pit and have a cheeseburger, or 8, or as many as it took, as long as they kept on appearing magically before him.

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Fan Fiction: Dylan McKay – Age 36

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But then we were totally bummed –9021000000!- to see the Double Rainbow Guy in this Windows commercial.

Bogus! First of all, Windows sucks. Secondly, if you`re going to sell out, sell out for something that makes sense. We could have totally seen you with the slogan: `Skittles, taste the double rainbow!` (Via Videogum)

Shame on you, double sellout guy!

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Video: The Double Rainbow Guy Sells Out

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