<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, jason patric]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, jason patric]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/jasonpatric http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/jasonpatric <![CDATA[Cameron Diaz Goes Bald And Not-So-Beautiful For Next Movie Role]]> Just a week after Britney Spears’ rumored sex tape forced us to envision bald celebrity sex, Cameron Diaz is flouncing around the set of her new movie wearing a fitted baldie cap for the role. And screaming at us from the newsstands about how much she loves sex. And making out with her co-stars. All of it burning images into our heads we’d really rather erase for life. Because Diaz isn’t only making us picture her hairless visage rolling around the sheets with Jason Patric — we’re now forced to imagine what it looked like when the Coneheads stripped down and got it on. More pictures after the jump.

In My Sister's Keeper, Diaz plays a woman who decides to go bald after her daughter loses her hair due to illness. Which is remarkably similar to that episode of Sex And The City when Smith shaves his head because Samantha is losing her hair. Only that was quasi-romantic and a mere one-episode story line, whereas Diaz's hair loss appears to be a major non-alluring factor throughout the whole film. Is it just us, or does she look just like Dan Akroyd and Jane Curtin's daughter in Coneheads? Without needing a prosthetic cone at all?

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<![CDATA[Cameron Diaz Spotted Leaving Party With Second Most Famous 'Entourage' Cast Member]]> Going through a tough breakup is never easy, but the subsequent tendency to canoodle with every available bachelor in town on a weekly basis rarely helps ease the pain. Case in point: Cameron Diaz, who has most recently been spotted "holding hands" with Entourage star and professional party-goer Kevin Connolly. And it seems like only yesterday when Diaz made out with Jason Patric on a beach, and only last week when Diaz was linked to 300 star Gerard Butler. And the list has gone on and on — Criss Angel! Djimon Hounsou! — ever since long-term boyfriend Justin Timberlake headed for curvier pastures last year. We take a closer look at the self-professed "boy-crazy" Cameron's evening with E after the jump.

As Janet Charlton reports, Cameron and Kevin's alleged fling began over the weekend at a party thrown by celebrity hanger-on Ron Burkle: "Kevin obviously has a thing for tall blondes because he was deep in conversation with Cameron Diaz all evening. They were holding hands when they left together." All of these flings seem to indicate that Diaz is joining the boy-crazy bachelorette club, currently headed by Kirsten Dunst and Jennifer Aniston.The question is this: are these revenge-flings? Or should we just assume these girls are exactly what Gloria Steinem and Erica Jong had in mind for single women? We'll just wait until Diaz returns the very long and detailed voice mails we left on her publicist's assistant's assistant's office phone. Should be any minute now.

[Photo credits: Getty, FilmMagic, Wireimage]

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<![CDATA[Cameron Diaz And Jason Patric: Caught In The Act Or Just Caught Acting?]]> Just when we'd finally erased those awkward on-set pictures of Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn kneeling in the sand from our memory, Cameron Diaz has swooped in to kiss a co-star on the beach and remind us. Photo agency JFX snapped photos of the boy-crazy Diaz manhandling long-forgotten former hunk Jason Patric into a makeout session on the set of their film My Sister's Keeper, while co-star Sofia Vassileva looked on. And normally we'd assume Diaz and Patric were simply filming a scene, but the severe lack of make-up and styling, not to mention the severe presence of Jason's plumber butt, suggest the cameras weren't rolling at the time.

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Judging by Cameron's Uggs, Jason's visible pudge and Sofia's far-from-camera-ready sunscreen face, we have to doubt the possibility that this scene will make its way into the movie. Not to mention the pair's shocked glares upon realizing they'd been caught in the act. Plus, this is Cameron Diaz we're talking about. Since the trauma of splitting with Justin Timberlake, Cammy's been fond of flinging herself from fling to fling (most recently she's been linked to 300 star Gerard Butler). Whatever Diaz and Patric are doing, we're not nominating them for any "Hottest On-Set Hookup" lists any time soon.

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<![CDATA[Jason Patric, Trivia Letch]]> jasonpatric.jpgIf nay, when we put out a PrivacyWatch's Greatest Hits album, you can be sure the following classic account of an ongoing pub trivia night battle royale between a couple of loyal Defamer operatives and their nemesis drunken, handsy spoilsport (and star of Speed 2!) Jason Patric will not just make the cut, it will be the very first track of Side B. Seriously, hit the head, grab a snack, get comfy. You're not going to want to miss a beat:

Meeting for weekly bar trivia at O'Briens on Wilshire last night, I had the extreme displeasure of sitting next to the billowy, arrogant asshat known as Sometimes Regular, Agro Beer Pong Enthusiast, and C-List - at best - actor Jason Patric, and his merry band of idiots. Incurring his and his Poor Man's Timothy Hutton friend's wrath for no discernable reason other than the fact that they are complete assholes and Mr. Patric still believes he s living the halcyon days of banging Julia Roberts and starring in movies people actually watch, they proceeded to accuse us of cheating, called one of my friends - WHO WASN'T EVEN WEARING GLASSES - four eyes, nearly upended our entire table, and then when we called them on it, they decided to focus their clever, grade school-level insults towards another friend who was wearing glasses, all the while trying to convince us that we were incredibly stupid and had gotten our answers wrong.
Reaching my tolerance for puffy, drunk, jackhole former celebrities quickly, I finally responded to one of his asinine comments with "Wow, the level of wit in here is ASTOUNDING," to which he replied, "With a capital W? Is it wit with a capital W?" Being able to brush aside being completely flabbergasted at his nonsensical answer for the moment, I shot back "I DON T KNOW, HOW DO BLOATED EX-ACTION STARS SPELL IT?" This apparently didn't offend him, because he continued to explain to me how wit should spelled with a capital W and an accent over the I, while my teammates sat horrified, yet secretly pleased at what I had allowed to come out of my mouth. I DON'T CARE. He's lucky I didn't punch him in the face.

Despite his supposed mind games, we beat those bitches and came in 2nd place. SUCK ON THAT, Replacement Keanu Reeves.

Eventually he tired of us, and decided to subject a friend of mine on another team to her own harrowing ABC After School Special, I Was Molested By a Speed 2 Starring Assclown. Her chilling tale follows below:

So last night I m at the local pub with my friends and we re getting our weekly fix of bar trivia. One of the regulars is none other than Jason In Search Of My Career Patric, and he was on a competing team of his own. For most of the night, JP was being pretty much a massive blowhard, talking smack about my friends who were seated in a nearby booth, and being a boorish, drunken lout.

But wait it gets better. During the game, I was walking back to my booth after speaking to another team when all of a sudden some dude grabbed me from behind and starts tickling me all around my waist and stomach and yelling, You re cheating! You re cheating! I immediately go from Happy to Totally Pissed Off Mode and think, Dude, get your fucking hands off of me and, what the fuck are you talking about?! I even make eye contact with one of my friends during this unwarranted bodily contact, and his expression was nothing short of shocked. I turn around and it s none other than Jason Patric with his big paws all over me!

Me: What are you talking about? I m not cheating!

Jason: [puts his hands on my waist, AGAIN] I saw you whispering and talking to some other team!

Poor Man s Timothy Hutton, who decides to join in on getting all het up: So what were you saying?

Jason: So, what were you talking about?

Me: I don t have to tell you anything! It s none of your business.

Jason: I ll get [the proprietor], and you ll have to tell him, or else you ll be disqualified.

Me: Whatever, dude. I don t have to tell him anything, either.

Jason: Okay, Miss [adds air finger quotes!] Serious In a Bar! Miss I Don t Have a Sense of Humor! Have you ever been to a bar before?!

Me: What the hell are you talking about??!

In summation, Jason Patric is nothing but a bloated Mr. Groping McFeely in a ratty Notre Dame sweatshirt who s all hands with women he doesn t know, and has no problem yelling at them in front of others. Did I mention his hands all over me? Hands that have been on fresh-from-breaking-off-her-wedding Julia Roberts! Hands that have been on vamped-out Jami Gertz! Ew.

I fully expect to get into an actual bar fight with him next week, should he and his short yellow bus team show up again. THAT BITCH BETTER BRING IT.

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