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Has Olivia Wilde Wrangled Herself A Baby Goose?

By Joanna Robinson | Posted Under Videos | Comments (22)

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Oh I know, that headline is pretty gross. Be thankful, though, I almost wrote “BABY GOOSE GONE WILDE?!!!?!11!!” However I thought I should leave the TMZinging to the experts. Okay, let’s break it down. A month and a half ago, Ryan Gosling (star of such entertaining masterworks as Half Nelson, Lars and The Real Girl and Fuck Yeah! Ryan Gosling) and Olivia Wilde (often nude, often bisexual and sometimes both nude and bisexual) were photographed (*gasp*) laughing together at a Golden Globes after party.

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So the speculation tempest started brewing. Shortly thereafter, Wilde separated from her prince husband (not to be confused with a Prince husband which would, I imagine, involve a lot more purple) and the gossip winds blew and cracked their cheeks. I haven’t been able to sleep, have you? Not to count our Goslings before they hatch, but here, it appears, is some material evidence. Just for us, the viewers at home, some woman stalked Wilde and Gosling through what looks very much like a date at the Cincinnati Aquarium. So you can set your furiously beating hearts to rest. Gosling might possibly maybe be off the market because he might maybe possibly be giving the business to Olivia Wilde. You know what they say, Ohio is for lovers. (Hot, Wilde handholding action begins at minute 12 or so.)


[Via Lainey Gossip]

No matter how we feel about this pairing, I think we can all agree that even if Gosling and Wilde live happily ever after in a Newman/Woodwardesque* pairing of philanthropy and fine acting, they will never, ever, never be as cute as this. Ever.

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*Joanna Robinson clearly does not believe Olivia Wilde holds a candle to Joanne Woodward but feels no doubt whatsoever in comparing Gosling to Paul Newman. Shine on you crazy blue-eyed diamonds.









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Comments

***Asks office manager for box of Pilot G2s, stabs eyes repeatedly with pens.***

Posted by: sars at March 1, 2011 4:08 PM

I disapprove of this match. But it is a ZILLION times better than Blake Lively & my beloved Gos

Posted by: Bodhi at March 1, 2011 4:13 PM

Can we forget about Gosling/Wilde for a minute and talk about how DCFS needs to take that baby away from the crazy lady who made this video. NOW.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 1, 2011 4:24 PM

I just don't get the Gosling hotness thing.

Posted by: Jadine at March 1, 2011 4:24 PM

When asked for a quote, Baby Goose said only, "The 'business' is my penis", and then winked conspiratorially.

Posted by: Groundloop at March 1, 2011 4:29 PM

I'm the first person to approach celebs in airports and say hello and shake their hand or whatever, but OMG poor Gosling/Wilde being stalked by this ridiculous woman and her kids.

Posted by: pxilated at March 1, 2011 4:43 PM

You just had to make it a hat trick.

Posted by: Jay at March 1, 2011 4:50 PM

Soooo, since Goose died in the original, they're rebooting with his kid - The Gosling - who hooks up with Maverick & Ice's love-child, "Wilde One?"

Also, way to snag early production shots, stalker people. That baby-cam-bot looked so lifelike. Nice work.

Posted by: BierceAmbrose at March 1, 2011 4:52 PM

That video is almost 20 minutes long? Is it all stalking? Holy crap.

As a general rule, I don't give much concern to celeb couples... but damn, I can't help but love Ryan and Rachel.

Posted by: Gabs at March 1, 2011 4:53 PM

I am so down for this. SO DOWN. They can be my cute hipster power couple. Screw the Ryan/Rachel lovers. Rachel and Michael Sheen are way cute and should not be separated. Fingers crossed Ryan'll tweet artsy video of Olivia shot through a jellyfish-filled tank.

Now let's discuss how embarrassed I am for this woman, her kid and partner for what she did, stalking them. In a word? Very.

Posted by: Jos at March 1, 2011 4:57 PM

Hey sars - Try the Papermate Profile 1.4B. It goes in really smoothly.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 1, 2011 5:04 PM

Thanks, Mrs. Julien. I'll keep that in mind should Gosling ever date Kim Kardashian.

Posted by: sars at March 1, 2011 5:12 PM

i can get that there are retarded socially maladapted fuckwits who follow and film people who may or may not be celebrities. I even get that they then upload their pathetic home movie to you tube.

I'm not sure I get a journalist embedding/reuplaoding the video and making it the basis for an article.

Actually, i'm sure i don't get that.

Posted by: idleprimate at March 1, 2011 5:38 PM

I thought Gosling was dating Blake Lively?

Posted by: denesteak at March 1, 2011 5:38 PM

Did we need the ENTIRE beginning part, where the family is wandering around a mall in Ohio? I mean, they couldn't have edited out the family stuff at the beginning?! I assume it's only the beginning, I've gotten to around the 10 minute mark and there's nothing but baby babbling. (Honestly, I'm a little surprised they didn't get asked to stop filming in whatever upscale store they were in.)

Also, OH, GOOD, teach your children to bang on the side of a fish tank. Fish LOVE that. LOVE.

Posted by: Anna von Beav at March 1, 2011 6:07 PM

Oh, also: Gosling + Wilde = NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Posted by: Anna von Beav at March 1, 2011 6:31 PM

I keep seeing 'Olivia' and thinking 'Oliver.' I know, I need to up the voltage on my ECT ...

Posted by: The Wanderer at March 1, 2011 7:04 PM

You know, I met OW's hubby over a decade ago. I had a friend who had a friend who had a friend who knew this spoilt little rich douche who lived in a a mansion in the Hollywood Hills.

I'm really not into spoilt little rich douches, and social climbing is for suckers, but somehow I wound up at this house.

There was Olivia Wilde's soon-to-be-hubby, a skinny little proto-hipster who was giving me the evil eye because I wasn't the only one there kissing his ass, which meant a lot of the model/actress/whatever/scenery took an interest in me. As much as I love women, I hope readers aren't turned off when I say that I'm not into vapid arm candy whose goal in life is to hang out in a mansion in the Hollywood Hills with a spoilt little rich douche. So I ignored them, which made it worse.

Eventually Prince Douchebag and I got to talking. He dug the fact that I grew up in Europe, spoke a little Italian, and had some minor tough-guy bona fides. He gave me his card and told me his big plan to take his "film production to the next level".

He'd taken an old school bus and had outfitted it with an obscene amount of macintosh computers/HD video editing software/super expensive digital cameras, and was planning on driving around and "really,really REALLY capturing the slice of life that is LA".

Somehow I couldn't see this twig driving down to south-central for some soul food at The Rib Shack, much less rubbing shoulders with riff-raff at Pink's Hot Dogs. Grabbing a french dip with the peasants at Phillippe's? Forget about it.

But I have a thing where you should never insult someone in their own home, so I kept my mouth shut.

It turns out it wasn't even his house. It was his godfather's, Tobe Hooper. I remember him even subtly dismissing Tobe Hooper's work, and I took slight umbrage and informed him that The Texas Chainsaw Massacre was included in the Library Of Congress' film selection.

He replied that, like, whatever, man, Tobe's movies hadn't been making any money lately and that the house was being sold. He was house sitting for him until escrow went through. He lowered his voice while he said this, in case any of the vapid blonde scenery nearby should hear it.

I was not impressed, and when we left, my friend told me how the next day some people were coming over to dig up and take the property's palm trees. Palm trees are quite expensive, I believe back then they went for $200 per foot, pre-9/11 money.

When I got home, I threw his business card in the trash. The Upsetter meets a lot of people, The Upsetter doesn't need this shit. Because then The Upsetter is going to start referring to himself in the third person like a jackass.

So a few years ago the blogosphere starts yakkin' away about the latest piece of hot fluff and being curious, I do a google search on Olivia Wilde.

Okay, kinda cute in that underfed Hollywood way that doesn't really do anything for me, and then I read the rest of the interview where she starts talking about how she married a real Italian Prince and then it hit me. THAT spoilt little rich douche? That annoying little twerp who held court like some low-rent Medici patron in someone else's house while he waited for the repo men to come over and cart away the king palms?

Color me gone, Olivia. Color me gone.

So, yeah. Not a big fan. My advice? Stay away Gosling. You could pull a Charlie Sheen and surf a skanky porn star ponnani tsunami from Malibu to Mexico and you'd still be doing better. Just my two cents.

Posted by: TheUpsetter at March 1, 2011 7:06 PM

His wonky eyes continue to freak me the hell out.

Posted by: figgy at March 1, 2011 7:10 PM

Can't. Breathe. Ryan. Gosling. Ohio. Me. Car keys. CAR KEYS!

Oh, wait. Cincy? Yeeeeeah, I'm good.

Posted by: Natalia at March 1, 2011 8:16 PM

First let me get this out of the way:

You WHORE! Harlot! Slut! Homewrecker! Yes, I am talking to you, Ryan!!!

That's also a real nice picture of the Baby Goose looking like a child toucher. No likey.

Posted by: greer at March 1, 2011 8:32 PM

I don't really have a problem with Olivia Wilde. So I don't really have a problem with Wilde Gosling.

Posted by: Amanda6 at March 2, 2011 2:04 PM