<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, sam ronson]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, sam ronson]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/samronson http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/samronson <![CDATA[For First Time Ever, Lindsay Lohan Not Rushed To Hospital, Sam Ronson Not A Bitch]]> Just when things seemed to be coming up roses for Lindsay Lohan, none other than (surprise!) Mother of the Century Dina has jumped on the chance to turn two otherwise non-items into full-out scandals reminiscent of Lohan’s cokepants days. First, reports surfaced that her cigarette- and hickey-delivery girl Sam Ronson refused to play vocally challenged Ali Lohan’s new single at a DJ’ing gig last week because she felt the song was “really bad.” Not exactly breaking news, right? Thanks to Dina and Living Lohan, we already know anything Ali squeaks out won’t turn her into the next Whitney Houston (or even the next Lindsay). Then, over the weekend, TMZ reported that Lohan and Ronson were victims of a hit-and-run bicyclist while taking an innocent walk home after a night out in New York, ending with Lohan in the hospital. And so what? It’s not like Lohan was the hitter-and-runner, and any hospital stay without the phrases “asthma attack” or “fainting spell” attached to it is fine by us. But courtesy of both Michael Lohan and Dina's consistently yapping mouths, we will know have the pleasure of associating both stories with the phrase, “bull doodie”:

As TMZ claimed on Saturday, Lohan was driven to a local NYC hospital after the lovey dovey lesbian duo were out late Friday night and a wayward biker struck the seemingly soberific star. After her both her rep confirmed the hospital stay to TMZ, and a hospital source stated the same details to the NY Post, the wonderful beacon of maternal guidance that is Dina tells the Post today that the entire story is "bull doodie." And! Even Michael Lohan, surely the runner-up for Long Island's Father Of The Year trophy, chipped in to assure the same paper that Lohan texted him over the weekend to say she was "fine, Daddy." Hey, who needs hospital sources and reps when you've got parents like that to bring the truth forward with oh-so-believable rebuttals?

As for poor Ali, the Post reported over the weekend that notoriously smug (when it comes to musical taste) girlfriend Ronson had the nerve to turn down Dina's request to play the tween hack's new single at a NYC party — but today, Ronson reportedly took to her MySpace page to shoot down the rumors, calling the deafening ditty a "fucking great pop song." Which is sweet, until you realize that Ronson doesn't actually like pop songs — though we'd instinctively suspect Dina of instructing child-for-hire Cody to bust into Ronson's blog and write the entry himself, we prefer giving our favorite scissor-kicking couple the benefit of the doubt here. Maybe Lindsay does call Michael "Daddy." Maybe Ronson does love Ali's music. And maybe, just maybe, "bull doodie" is the new "crack is whack."

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5030244&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[Lindsay Lohan's New Fashion Line Handily Equipped With Kneepads For Fellow BJ Queens!]]> As with any story involving Lindsay Lohan, we have good and bad news to report. We noted back in March that the queen of all things Lesbian Chic would finally follow in every other bored starlet’s wobbly footsteps and design a clothing line. And, being the non-traditionalist that she is, Lohan intended on sticking to leggings. Which made sense, considering the practical usage of leggings when taking a walk of shame, in need of a secure and moisture-proof hiding place for substances, and stretching out one’s legs while passed out in SUVs. And leave it to Lindsay to turn the otherwise boring piece of clothing into a racy collection of pieces custom-made for any girl looking for a comfy place to rest her knees mid-blow job. Not to mention a surefire way to slip on a pair of “ankle gloves” and alert every male within 30 miles just how eager you are to spread said ankles:

The starry-eyed Kitson wannabe Intuition, who assures online shoppers they cater "to celebrities and Hollywood wives" in case you were worried, has an exclusive first look at Lindsay's highly anticipated leggings line, and the rumored public blow job volunteer has delivered a mini-preview that does not disappoint. In another apparent homage to her (yes, we get it already) icon Marilyn Monroe, the entire collection is called "6126," Monroe's birthday, and one standout pair is named the "Mr. President Leggings," an eyesore that comes with built-in knee pads. Get it?! Like, when you're doing a striptease and croaking out "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" to your nearly unconscious beau of the moment, a mere $132 will ensure a blurry morning after without any pesky knee scrapes for once!

[Photo credits: Shop Intuition]

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5024975&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[The Smokey Bunch: Young Hollywood Just Can't Quit Cigs]]> Loose-lipped Jack Black has recently decided to abandon his pre-married man habits like staying up too late with “beer” and “dudes,” but by far the most impressive habit Black claims to have kicked is smoking. Though we don't really immediately picture a carton of cigarettes when thinking of the Brangelina baby blabber, there are more than a few stars who we see smoking so often we automatically reach for a cancer stick whenever we see them on-screen. So who are the smokiest chimneys in Hollywood these days? We put together a list of the newbies and their predecessors, all of whom we feel should be notified that Joshua Kelley, no matter what Heigl has told them, is not, in fact, an ashtray:

Though Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper may have dropped LSD together and smoked a reported 155 joints in a row for just one Easy Rider scene, pictures of the legends puffing on cigars still pop up on the internets to this day. Along with Keith Richards, who continued to prove his immortality by walking this year's Shine A Light red carpet in NY with an ever-present cigarette, Hollywood's most infamous chimneys have been replaced by even heavier habit-afflicted youngsters. Mary-Kate Olsen is so addicted to her Marlboro Reds that she regularly lights up in gala bathrooms, while Shia LaBeouf recently set off security alarms at the Smithsonian in between shooting scenes for Transformers 2 because the bitch-slapper lit up in the john. And we're all well aware that chain-smoker Sam Ronson appears to have gotten lesbionic BFF Lindsay Lohan hooked — though all the straight edge forces within not-so-straight bestie T.R. Knight still haven't done much to come between Heigl and her American Spirits. Which is actually fine with us — the "throatier" her laugh, the weaker her chances of becoming the next Julia Roberts become!

[Photo credits: Wireimage, That Computer Guy, Skinny Celebrities, Extra TV, Just Jared]

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5019587&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[New Blind Item Proves That Lesbian Chic Trend Continues Unabated]]> Naturally we couldn't ignore a blind item involving our favorite celebrity trend of the season, lesbian chic, that appeared in yesterday's NY Daily News. Especially when the item not only involves a starlet who dabbles in Lohan/Ronson-inspired games with the same sex, but also outs her bad boy boyfriend for helping her appear as straight as possible in the public eye. As the News asks today:

“Which starlet with an often-troubled boyfriend actually plays for the other team — and puts up with her boy toy's habits to maintain hetero appearances?”

While many Young Hollywood players are currently afflicted with that equally trendy need to date cads, only a few from the club cross our mind as potential lady lovers. Our guesses after the jump.

Anne Hathaway:
As much as we adore Anne, we've been notably confused lately as to why the scandal-free actress has spent so many years standing by her man, real estate investor/lawsuit-magnet Raffaello Follieri, even after his money-grubbing headlines repeatedly coincide with her movie release dates.

Heidi Montag:
Is Heidi really a starlet? Debatable, but what isn't? The fact that no one is more concerned with keeping up "appearances" than the Hills deviant and her "habits"-plagued boyfriend Spencer Pratt. Plus, that whole Grieving Over Lauren's Friendship story line that's continued through two seasons only makes sense when you add lesbian undertones to it.

Jennifer Aniston:
Aniston's never made her pro-lesbian outlook a secret, and we've been wondering why the well-toned wonder would be swimming in the cad pool ever since first catching sight of her fembot nipples inches away from John Mayer's O Face. Though "starlet" hardly does the A-lister justice.

Your turn to add up the elements and guess away!

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5016797&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[Britney Spears Goes On Date With New Father Figure, Lindsay Lohan Goes On Bad-Girls-Only Threesome]]> Two former members of the infamous Bimbo Summit were not late for very important dates this week. But one alum probably should’ve been. Worker bee Britney Spears was spotted having a one-on-one dinner last night at Havana Room, while pansexual couple of the moment Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson pretended to eat dinner with an unexpected new BFF at Il Sole on Monday. And while Britney’s knight in Hebrew-hating armor has proven himself to be quite the positive influence of late, we’re not so confident that Sam and Lindsay’s third wheel will strengthen Lohan’s so-far-successful ascent towards paycheck-earning, substance-free livelihood. The angel on Britney’s shoulder and devil on Lindsay’s revealed after the jump.

As the Daily Mail reports, Lily, Lindsay and Sam all had a giggle on Monday, which naturally concerns us. Lily, who is close with Ronson's older brother, Amy Winehouse-enabler and fellow DJ Mark Ronson, hasn't exactly been what we Americans call "sober" of late. Her travails through Cannes included bouts of vomiting, seasickness- (or alcohol poisoning-) induced fainting spells, topless cliff diving and all around bad behavior. Plus, why on earth would Sam allow Lindsay to sit next to Lily instead of within belly-poking distance by her side?

As for Britney, the soon-to-be Vegas sensation had yet another date with guiding light Mel Gibson last night. And the pairing that once made us nauseous now warms our pro-Britney heart. Looking sanitary, healthy and slim, Spears even made the wise decision to don jeans instead of her trademark Britney-flashing skirts. The former anti-semitic sugar tits-loving Force is with you, Brit.

[Photo credits: WENN, X17]

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5015620&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[Three Simple Rules For Getting Lindsay Lohan To Work On Time]]> Yesterday marked Lindsay Lohan's first day on the set of Labor Pains, her first paying film role since the abominable "stripper with dueling personas" fiasco that was I Know Who Killed Me. And while we can’t imagine that the prospect of actually working (not to mention faking on-screen love with male co-stars) was leaving Lohan with anything other than a frowny face, somebody on the set had a really good idea as to how to motivate her. As these pictures show, it took only three things to cheer the seemingly sober-these-days star up to levels not previously seen since the Mean Girls days — too bad each of the vices things in question (including the delivery woman) aren’t exactly good for her health.

After some time spent apart since their overseas girl-on-girl liplock heard 'round the world, hot item of the season Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson finally reunited on the sunny Montreal Woodland Hills set of the fake-pregnancy caper. And though Lohan certainly looked relieved to see her favorite live-in girlfriend, her expression quickly turned south towards Ronson's goodie-packed hand. A hand bearing gifts like Red Bull (uppers!), Marlboro Reds (every healing junkie's favorite drug!) and some belly-tickling fingers Ronson used to remind Lohan just how much she loves the female touch.

[Photo credits: Splash]

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