Last week, a post about Alia Shawkat’s weird creepy sex blind item turned into a comment thread about celebrity dirt and theories. And I don’t know about you, but that’s my happy place. My version of heaven is just a tangible pile of celebrity gossip and I’m swimming in it like Scrooge McDuck, and also I’m wearing very large glasses, a turban and I smoke long, thin, black cigarettes. It’s a very specific heaven.
Some of you are Hollywood types. Some of you have just had the random run-in. Some of you heard a thing from a friend or a friend of a friend. As the ever-integral LaineyGossip says, gossip is a buffet. And, kiddies, the buffet is open. And I want to scoop up your celebrity dirt potatoes. …I don’t like the way that sounds. But I shan’t rewrite it. Because I have a goal.
Take to the comments. Create a throwaway account if you must. Share your stories. Who’s nice? Who’s awful? Who’s totally weird in a bad way? Who’s totally weird in the best way and should we find a way to befriend that person at once?
Let’s go, my friends. Share your tales. Good, bad, or totally dull, I guess, that’s probably most of them. AND ALL ALLEGED, OF COURSE. (There, Dustin, did I law right?)