Showing posts with label Nikki Blonsky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nikki Blonsky. Show all posts

Sunday, October 12, 2008

HAIRSPRAIN

It took an unusually long time to download that file-- I guess she's even bigger than I thought. Oh, that's mean!

Nikki Blonsky is talking about her airport girl-fight, saying she and her father are "completely destroyed" by the incident. The hardest part is to see her parents "walk around in severe upset and sadness." Well, Jesus Christ, at least they can walk. The other bitches' mom was airlifted out of the place. Lucky they were in an airport.

There's a theatre service in New York where you can get free tickets to concerts and plays when, um, not enough people want to actually pay to see the show. For Nikki Blonsky's recent cabaret show, there were free tickets available every night. I should have gone. One thing that makes a songstress so effective, so heavy with emotion, is the pain they've experienced in their life.

How lucky for Ms. B. that at such a young age she has experienced, in one simple layover, enough life experience to leave her "completely destroyed," to see her family, similarly, reduced to "severe upset and sadness." Oh, to hear classics of the American songbook such as "You Can't Stop the Beat" or "Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now" imbued with such longing, such gravitas, such pathos. I'd pay to see that shit!

Photo: Brad Barket/ Getty

Thursday, June 12, 2008

BABY WIPES


Star Magazine reports Zac Efron hates showering.

"Zac isn't a big fan of showering. It's so gross, because Zac loves to work out and plays basketball all the time — and then goes days without showering. When he gets lazy, he likes to clean himself with baby wipes!"

Shit, that's one big baby wipe he's holding. More like a Nikki Blonsky baby wipe.

James Dean didn't shower either. If Zac died now, would "American Musical 2" become the "Rebel Without a Cause" for our generation?


Don't worry girls, I'm sure he wears dress sheilds-- and you should too! It's okay if you don't, though-- just don't expect to ever be asked out by a boy. Ever. Really. They're more important than every maxi, mini, smooth plastic applicator and wad of toilet tissue you ever flushed out into the ocean.

Photo Credit: Fame