All My Love And Thank You

 

865 days.

4,619 posts.

560 Reach Arounds.

One very lucky and grateful blogger.

I’d like to thank my husband, Brian, and our three sons for their support, love, craziness and patience. That extends to family and friends who came along for the ride, especially Angelique.

I will forever be grateful to Michael K at Dlisted for taking a chance on a bored stay-at-home mom, and for giving me the tools to be able to fulfill a dream. Nobody has and ever will do it better than MK.

Much love to Seriously? OMG! WTF?, Celebitchy, Reality Tea, The Blemish, TrashTalkTV and The Midwest TV Guys for their support through links and, in some cases, not cringing too hard at my creepy, fangirly thank you emails.

In the true spirit of Good People Are Awesome, with your help, The Hollywood Sigh was able to send a pallet of drinking water and a cash donation to the residents of Flint, Michigan. I’m so proud to have found a readership that rallies with their hearts.

To everyone who has stopped by THS, whether it was daily or once with a shake of the head and a never again:

You are the cheese to my macaroni. The ass to my enthusiastic, yet consensual grab. The Swayze lift to my final dance number. I love you. I thank you.

xoxo,
Megan

In case you missed the long-ass winded explanation of my decision to close shop, it can be found here.

Your A.M. Eye Candy With Hot Hobo Jesus

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If the scent of a fresh ombre dye job, yoga-induced B.O., veganism and a level of hotness that refuses to give ladyparts a damn break wafted through the air just now, it’s the spirit of Hot Hobo Jesus.

Jared Leto can cut his hair, dye it bright pink or Joker green, embrace the rock star mohawk, or shave that shit off entirely and he’ll still be HHJ to me. And I will forever ship him with Lupita Nyong’o because the Lupeto magic of the 2014 awards season will never die. Hell, if they decide to get together, pop out a few babies and live happily ever after, you may see my ass back here for a good, old fashioned fangirl flail via keyboard.

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Image: Glamour

Onto the objectification, all courtesy of Jared’s Instagram account.

Kim Kardashian Basic Bitched In Cannes Because Sharon Stone Is Too Demanding

 

Yesterday in Reach Arounds, I linked to Celebitchy covering Kim Kardashian‘s presence in Cannes. Her look can only be described as “chain mail meets ice dancing costume meets birthin’ hips” and her inclusion in any of the festivities falls under “For Rent.” It turns out jeweler de Grisogono invited Crisco Kimmy to their annual party at Hôtel du Cap-Eden-Roc because Sharon Stone‘s demands were too rich for the brand’s blood.

According to Page Six, Sharon requested $300,000, travel by private jet and a block of eight rooms to show up at the event. When de Grisogono passed, Kim showed up in her stead. Original reports had her accepting a pair of earrings for the appearance, but a source told Page Six they were only loaners. I don’t doubt some sort of payment was made in exchange for goods and services, but all the mental currency I need is knowing there were whispers of “Ho, why is you here?” rippling through the crowd.

In other Kim news, Yahoo says she is under investigation by Iranian officials who have accused her of corrupting Middle Eastern women through Instagram by inspiring them to wear makeup, remove their headscarves and dress immodestly. A government agency has accused Kim and Instagram CEO Kevin Systrom of conspiring to encourage modeling outside of the parameters set by strict Islamic laws. More than 100 women have been detained or questioned and 29 criminal cases have been filed.

Kanye West Believes His Fashion Will End Bullying

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Out of all of the egotistical delusions brought forth by celebrities, I think I’ll miss Kanye West‘s the most in a purely LOL, fuck that guy kind of way. He was on The Ellen DeGeneres Show and she asked if he regrets any of his longwinded Twitter rants. That paved the way for Kanye to launch into a longwinded, seven minute-long verbal rant and he covered everything from bitching about Mark Zuckerberg’s unwillingness to make Kanye’s brain one of his charity cases to the blinding whiteness of the Oscars to the condition he claims to have that allows him to see sound.

(Kanye: Thanks for nothing, Zuckerberg. The rest of us: Thanks for keeping that checkbook closed, bro.)
“I understand Mark Zuckerberg doesn’t use Twitter, even though I have had dinner with him and his wife and told them about how I wanted to help the world, and he said he’d help me, and blah blah blah. That’s how it feels though, it’s like the pursuit of happiness, it’s like you’re trying to sell this bone density machine, you know in that movie….”

“I feel that if I had more resources, I could help more people. I have ideas that can make the human race’s existence within our 100 years better. Period. Fuck the paparazzi, whatever perception you have of me, starting with the truth, started with what everyone’s thinking, start there, put some dope shit with it.”

(He’s just upholding his genetic legacy.)
“I care about people. My dad lived in homeless shelters less than five years ago, to find out…he’s a psych major. My mom was the first black female chair of the English department of the Chicago State University. I was raised to do something, to make a difference.”

(About the Oscars:)
“I didn’t take the Oscars as a joke. You know, ‘All black actors can talk about the glass ceilings we’ve dealt with, talk about how many times you’ve been blocked from being able to excel.’ It ain’t no joke.”

(Does he own any other biographies, or just those three?)
“Picasso is dead, Steve Jobs is dead, [Walt] Disney is dead. Name someone living that you can name in the same breath as them. We’re one race, the human race, we’re a blip in the existence of the universe and we’re constantly trying to pull each other down. It’s like I’m shaking talking about it, I feel I can make a difference while I’m here, I feel I can make a difference through my skill set.”

(He has a condition, alright.)
“I have a condition called synaesthesia where I see sounds. Everything I sonically make is a painting. I see it. I see the importance and the value of everyone being able to experience a more beautiful life.”

(On fancying himself the Michael Jackson of apparel:)
“I’m sitting with [President Barack] Obama, and Leo [DiCaprio]‘s talking about the environment, and I’m talking about clothes, and everyone looks at me like, that’s not an important issue. But I remember going to school in fifth grade and wanting to have a cool outfit,” he says. “I want to take away bullying.”

(Us Weekly)

Please raise your hand if you feel the greater good has benefited from one or more of the following:

1. Sonic paintings that include lyrics such as: “Uh, I’m a rap-lic priest” and “Now if I fuck this model/And she just bleached her asshole/And I get bleach on my T-shirt/I’mma feel like an asshole.”
2. A pair of Yeezys or a $120 white tee shirt
3. Kanye’s skill set, in part or as a whole
4. Whatever the hell “dope shit” is

Image: Instagram

Reach Arounds

 

I hate that I recognize both the legs and those cocked and loaded middle fingers – SOW

The only reason this heffa is in Cannes is because she’s a rich, horny old man’s +1 – Celebitchy

But they’re all free to live their own lives and make their own decisions, right. RIGHT??? – The Blemish

Please tell me I’m not the one one who sees hints of that little girl from Growing Pains mashed up with a standard trophy wife – Reality Tea

I’m getting massive secondhand embarrassment from everything Blake Lively is trying to make happen for herself right now – Dlisted

Requisite (and freakin’ spectacular) boob post because that’s how we do – Midwest TV Guys

Kim Kardashian has an ass on her ass – TrashTalkTV