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“Do you know who I am?”
It is the second worse line a celebrity can use in public. (the worst being, “if Anne Frank was alive today, she would be a nobody who comes to honour me.”)
Last weekend, Legally Blonde, and technically very cute, Reese Witherspoon got into some trouble with police in Georgia after asking the officer involved, “Do you know my name?” After advising Witherspoon that he’s sure it will be on the arrest sheet (it was), she said “You are about to find out who I am. You’re going to be on the national news.”
Witherspoon wound up with a disorderly conduct while her husband, Jim Toth, got a much more serious driving while intoxicated charge.
To her credit,Witherspoon the next day admitted she may have drank more than was strictly neccesary: “I clearly had one drink too many and i am deeply embarrassed about the things I said… I was disrespectful to the officer, who was just doing his job…”
Say what you want about Reese Witherspoon’s actions above, at least when she says “do you know who I am?” there’s a reasonable chance the answer is yes. Se is, after all, an A-list movie star.
Not so much Tara Reid, who pulled the “do you know who I am?” card in an LA clothing store this week (actually no, who are you? - ed). Reid, who apparently was in some movie ten years ago, was shopping at All Saints when she reportedly freaked out because, get this, she was asked to pay full price.
“Tara gets a huge discount with All Saints in the UK and Paris because she’s a walking billboard (oh, is that what they’re calling it these days - ed),” her people said. While her reps dispute that Reid was drunk and/or obnoxious while in the store, there seems to be no dispute she’s an egomaniacal cheapskate.
Then there’s Sandra Bullock. Bullock’s new movie, The Heat, is a cop movie based in Boston. Bullock plays an FBI agent sent to work on a case alongside a Local Boston cop, played by Melissa McCarthy.
Producers of The Heat have decided to host a special screening in Boston for emergency workers affected by the Boston Marathon bombing.
“I don’t think a screening would ever be enough (or) feel like it’s enough to do for them,” the classy Bullock said.
See ladies, that’s how it’s done.
Here’s a shock headline:
Drugs, stun gun found on empty Justin Bieber tour bus by Swedish police.
Am I the only one whose first reaction was, the Swedish care if you have drugs on your bus?
Swedish police raided the bus during the Beib’s concert Wednesday, after smelling marijuana outside the bus during the day. No charges have been laid, and the drug found has not been reported, but as they smelled marijuana, and it’s Beiber’s bus, certain assumptions can be made.
This from the stories with a faint stench about them file: Country singer Billy Currington was indicted in Georgia on Wednesday for “threatening bodily harm to a man older than 65,” and making terroristic threats.
This seems to stem from a dispute with a charter boat operator who runs out of a pier near Currington’s lakeside home. The boat operator, Charles Harvey Ferrelle, says Currington jumped in his own boat and chased Ferrelle around, yelling and taking pictures.
Currington is, for his part, saying not much, but implied on twitter that Ferrelle was taking customers by his house intentionally, so that they could take pictures.
Ritchie Havens (1941-2013)
At 5:00 on Friday August 15th, 1969, Ritchie Havens stepped on the stage in Bethel NY to perform 4 songs to open Woodstock. Anywhere between 45-minutes and 2-and-a-half hours later, Havens left the stage having, according Havens, played every song he knows, including Happy Birthday and some Christmas carols. According to legend, Havens was an unexpected hit with the audience, and all of the other bands where stuck in traffic trying to get to the show, so organizers asked him to keep playing.
Havens was a working musician all his life, announcing his retirement from touring after 45-years in March, 2012. This week, Ritchie Havens died suddenly of a heart attack, age 72. May he Rest in Peace
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