<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, bitches]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, bitches]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/bitches http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/bitches <![CDATA[Werewolf Show 'Bitches' Like 'Sex and the City' With More Fangs And Bikini-Line Hair]]> In a bold programming gambit that officially solidifies 2009 as the Hollywood Year of the Lycanthrope, Fox is developing Bitches, a "dramedy about a quartet of female friends in New York who are werewolves."

From THR:

The project, which has received a script plus penalty commitment from the network, hails from feature writer Michael Dougherty and Warner Bros. TV. [...]

2009 is shaping up to be a big year for werewolves with the release of the Benicio del Toro-starring remake of "The Wolfman" and the "Twilight" sequel "New Moon."

While the impulse to compare the Bitches to the Sex girls is tempting, we're told that the two quartets couldn't be more different, beyond the fact that they're both a little gnarly to be around once per month. For example, the central bitch is rumored to be a lovelorn pet-care columnist, who blows all her money on size 28, open-pawed Manolo slingbacks, and can frequently be found huffing on a cigarette while tapping things on her laptop like, "As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and AWWWWWWOOOOOOOoooo!!"

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<![CDATA[Will Joan Rivers Terrorize Red Carpets For VH-1?]]> Many awards show viewers still long for the heyday of the late '90s, when unsuspecting stars would recoil in terror upon being accosted by Grand Frock Inquisitioner Joan Rivers, followed closely behind by loyal henchspawn Melissa, one finger held to her ear as she received instruction on the proper pronunciation of "Benicio Del Toro." Alas, after being bumped from their now-legendary E! gig, and banished from the TV Guide Channel kingdom for rumored "difficult" behavior, the only place Emmy watchers can turn these days for a Rivers fix is online, at VH1's Emmys With Joan. Gold Derby's Tom O'Neil wonders if the pair's seemingly shameful banishment to the slums of the blogowebs doesn't perhaps bode well, suggesting the network might take a short break from finding Flavor Flav the skank of his dreams to secure Joan and Melissa a spot on the red carpet:

What's key about current circumstances is that Joan and Melissa did their internet gig with VH1. That sure makes you wonder: is the music channel planning to get into the red carpet biz? If so, why weren't Joan and Melissa at the Emmys repping VH1? [...]

When I recently asked Joan's PR rep if the Rivers gals will work red carpets for VH1 in the future, she got noticeably nervous and replied: "No comment."

Mother and daughter are long overdue for a triumphant return to Hollywood's crimson thoroughfares, scene of such classic Joan Moments as the Golden Globes at which she barked, "I have two big names here, so could you just wait?" to Will Ferrell, whom she failed to recognize. Whether VH1 can accommodate Joan's long list of needs, however, is another matter, starting with her stubborn insistence that her trailer be stocked with 20 cases of the highest-grade mineral Botox the French Alps has to offer.

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<![CDATA[Annie Leibovitz Learns 'Let's Try One Without The Crown' Doesn't Fly With An Actual Queen]]> qe11.jpgWhat happened when leading celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz—a bold artist known to throw fits when the prop baby DHL'd to her Vanity Fair cover shoot doesn't meet her exacting specifications—was assigned to shoot a legendarily frigid monarch? Things got tense, especially when the portraitist suggested to the Queen of England that she remove her crown, and BBC cameras were there to capture the entire exchange. From The Times Online:

The Queen arrived in white fur stole, gold-embroidered evening dress, Order of the Garter robes and diamond tiara, as requested. But Leibovitz, a perfectionist who once persuaded Whoopi Goldberg to pose in a bath of milk, had a change of heart.

"I think it will look better without the crown," the film shows her informing the Queen. "Less dressy. The garter robe is so . . . extraordinary."

"Less dressy?" the Queen says in response to this display of lãse-majesté. "What do you think this is?"

The Queen is then shown walking angrily from the drawing room. "I'm not changing anything," she fumes at a flunky. "I've had enough of dressing like this, thank you very much."

Leibovitz's unorthodox requests might seem to traditionalists an outrageous breach of deference to the sovereign, who was left with no option but to drop her royal poker face and allow the documentary cameras to capture a rare glimpse of her legendary temper. Still, it's best the Queen didn't hold her tongue, as she might have ended up throwing up a far more dramatic fit later, when, after examining some unflattering test Polaroids, Leibovitz asked how she'd feel about "losing the robes completely and trying one in the altogether, maybe with Philip curled up against you in the royal bed or something?"

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