Kevin Jonas, the “Ike Hanson” of the Jonas Brothers, is engaged. His fiancee is 22-year-old Danielle Deleasa. The two met while their families were vacationing in the Bahamas, and according to People:
When Deleasa, a former hairdresser, first met Jonas two years ago, she admits, “I didn’t know who the Jonas Brothers were.” It was Kevin who eagerly pursued her after meeting her and then spotting her walking on the beach with a flower in her hair.
How romantic. She is a former hairdresser? I suppose her job now is being Kevin Jonas’ fiancee and fighting off tweens.
“She said yes, yes, yes like 500 times super fast in a row,” the oldest of the Jonas Brothers tells PEOPLE exclusively.
Oh. Emm. Gee.
Kevin Jonas is just 21. At least he’ll be able to drink at his wedding? Are there pregnancy whispers yet?
Alright. I know. This post is late… but it’s both of our faults. I’m having some trouble getting Chris to send me his posts on time and he’s having some trouble getting me to post them when he sends them. Oops.
This week Toni Basil joined the panel of judges. Back in the day she was pretty legit. And by legit, I mean that unlike the pop stars of the day (*cough* Britney), Toni Basil could both dance and sing at the same time.
Exhibit A:
All that being said, she bothers me for two reasons:
1. Her judging comments just bother me.
2. She hasn’t aged. This leaves me to believe that she has a really good plastic surgeon – OR – she is a sorceress. Seriously, SWTCTW readers, she was born in 1943. Something is not right here, and I would like to see someone get to the bottom of it. In the mean time, if she offers you an apple, don’t eat it.
I feel better now that I have gotten that off my chest…
My Mia returned this week. With a butt dance. For me, it was lacking the certain something that is normally a part of her choreography. It was interesting, and about a butt. Despite a couple clumsy stumbles by Evan. He dropped the shoe, and he had to balance himself with his hand at one point in order not to fall over. It was distracting for me. Having worked quite a few dance shows as a lighting tech, I understand that dancers are notoriously clumsy, but it’s usually backstage.
In keeping with the butt theme, Philip and Jeanine did a Broadway number, during which, Philip split the seat of his pants. [Dear Producers: The close-up shot of the split was not necessary.] Let’s go easy on Philip, though, he did just jump over a couch, length-wise. Mary Murphy was a fan of the jump too. “I’m allergic to feathers, but I wasn’t allergic to that number (screams)!!!!” Oh Mary, such the wordsmith.
Oh Kimberley. Remember Kimberley Vlaminck, aka Starface? She claimed that she had fallen asleep after asking for three stars on her face and when she woke up, she had 56 stars. Rouslan Toumaniantz, the tattoo artist, said she was lying. Eye witnesses said she was lying. Now, Kimberley says she was lying. From the Telegraph:
She said after the tattooing last week: “It is terrible for me. I cannot go out on to the street. I look like a freak.”
But the 18-year-old has finally confessed she did not fall asleep, that she wanted all the stars and was “fully aware” of what Mr Toumaniantz was doing.
Ms Vlaminck told a Dutch TV crew: “I asked for 56 stars and initially adored them. But when my father saw them, he was furious. So I said I fell asleep and the that the tattooist made a mistake.”
Everyone who read the story didn’t believe her. I have no idea how her father could have believed that. Toumaniantz has since withdrawn his offer to pay for half of the tattoo removal.
I don’t know what’s worse– having 56 stars tattooed on your face or having a face that everyone will recognize as the face of a liar.
This morning, two people on the elevator with me were discussing the overall strangeness of airport food, and the strange exceptions people tend to make for themselves when they eat in airports. “Ben and Jerry’s,” says one guy, “opens at 8 a.m. in such-and-such airport. 8 a.m.! And I saw people eating ice cream, at 8 a.m.!” Other guy, of course, is shocked: “People would never normally eat Ben and Jerry’s at 8 a.m.”
And I couldn’t help but wonder…what kinds of “people” do these guys know? B&J 4 LIFE.
Ruh roh. Elisabeth Hasselbeck is being sued by Susan Hassett, the author of a book for people with Celiac disease, for plagiarism. From the AP:
Hassett said in the lawsuit that she sent Hasselbeck a personal note and copy of her “Living With Celiac Disease” book as a courtesy after the television celebrity disclosed she had the illness last year.
Hassett claims that Hasselbeck lifted word for word passages for her own book, “The G-Free Diet: A Gluten-Free Survival Guide”.
People with the disease, like Hasselbeck, are unable to eat foods with gluten in them. The book offers tips on how to live healthily with the disease. On top of plagiarism charges, Hassett is claiming that Hasslebeck’s book gives bad advice and can be dangerous for people with Celiac disease. Oh my.
I wonder what the ladies on The View have to say about all this. I can imagine that Mama Barbara won’t be pleased…
Apparently shows like Discovery Channel’s “Man vs. Wild” have some value. When 9-year-old Grayson Wynne was separated from his family during a camping trip in Utah’s Ashley National Forest, he remembered the things he had seen Bear Grylls do. (That man, by the way, is the biggest fake. Not that the New York Post is gospel, but this article is worth a read: click here. Fancy resorts, Bear? Seriously?)
Grayson ripped his yellow rain jacket in to strips and tied them to trees to leave a trail and clues. He spent the night in a small shelter he made under a fallen tree, and the next morning followed a creek in hopes of finding a lake. He was found on Sunday after surviving on his own for 18 hours. I’m impressed, little G! This story of boy vs. wild also has a warm and fuzzy ending. The first thing he said to his dad was “Happy Father’s Day”. Awwww.
Perhaps not quite the image PETA wanted to conjure up?
When I think of the band Phish, I think of fun music and happy crunchy granola hippies dancing around at their seventeenth consecutive show. Apparently, when PETA thinks of Phish they think of unpleasant things… ya know, like murder. Those PETA people are such downers.
I’ve mentioned this before on the blog. PETA wants to change the name of fish (the swimmy creatures, not the band) to sea kittens. That way, people won’t want to eat them if they think they’re eating a kitten of the sea. And when I said people, what I really meant was children. PETA is trying to make sure the little kiddies feel guilty when it’s fish sticks day at school. How admirable! PETA spokeswoman Ashley Byrne used this graphic similie:
“Hooking a fish through the mouth and dragging it out of the water is really the same as hooking a dog through the mouth and dragging him behind your car.”
Well, no. But I get what she’s trying to say. So now, PETA wants Phish, the band, to change its name to Sea Kitten. Not that Sea Kitten is a bad name for a band… if you’re a nautically themed chick rock band.
If the band did change its name, the world would see some serious changes. Life changing ones. Obviously, I’m talking about Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Phish Food would have to be changed to Sea Kitten Food, and that just sounds gross.
I’m sure some people will fall hook, line and sinker for this stupid publicity stunt. (Hook, line and sinker. Get it?! I’m funny!) But I just don’t take the bait. I think there are more important ways to attack animal cruelty, and PETA is wasting its time and energy. Why don’t they go after the sickos that actually kill animals with malice? Like that woman who skinned her Jack Russell Terrier last week to make a belt. Ugh. Now that makes me sick.
And what does the band have to say about all this? Nothing as of yet. But their Web site still says they are called Phish.
I’m going to be honest, SWTCTW readers. This week was disappointing.
I don’t know why host Cat Deeley thought it was a good idea to come to work dressed in a red table cloth. But she did. I’m no fashion expert, but I can spot a table cloth when I see one. But I’m not guest blogging about Project Runway, so I’ll move on. But seriously – it was a table cloth.
Now, for Mary Murphy. At the start of Wednesday’s show some comments were made about her behavior during last week’s episodes. It’s generally not a good idea to directly call out someone suffering from PAS, because when you do, they say something stupid in response like, “What happens on the performance show stays on the performance show.” Hey Mary: no it doesn’t. #1, you’re on TV. #2, we all now have DVR. Last week’s demonstration of your special brand of crazy has been saved forever. Also, Mary – the “not” jokes… so 2007.
Little C. I don’t understand. Here’s my favorite quote from Wednesday’s show: “I believe the primary focus of all obstacles is to induce labor so progression can be born. So follow me check it out. And I believe that right now I just saw the birth of progression in two amazing dancers.” I have no idea what this means, but I’m going to assume it was intended as a compliment. See for yourselves (4 minutes in):
It doesn’t come out until 2010, but people are so excited already. Tim Burton is going to take us through his demented, but creative, looking glass and give us his take on “Alice in Wonderland”. (Even the Disney version is trippy… I can only imagine what this is going to be like.) I’m going to give you one guess as to who is playing the Mad Hatter.
Johnny Depp, of course. And if you didn’t guess that, shame on you. Helena Bonham Carter will be playing the Red Queen and Anne Hathaway is the White Queen. The role of Alice will be played by Australian Mia Wasikowska, but let’s face it– Johnny Depp will steal the show. He just plays crazy a little too well. Some publicity photos were just released today. Check these out: