<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, trendwatch]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, trendwatch]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/trendwatch http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/trendwatch <![CDATA[Common: Obama Single-Handedly Transformed Hip-Hop]]> Is there anything Barack Obama can't do? Not according to rapper Common, who credits the President with sending hip-hop off into a more cuddly, less bling-centric direction. And now peace reigns for all.

Calling it the "Obama Effect," Common claims the Commander-in-Chief has helped guide rappers away from bombastic consumerism and "gangsta talk," which we thought went out the window ages ago.

I also don't find as much gangsta talk. You see the whole chain-shining-and-rim era is gone. That's like super-played out. Just to have that, I think, is part of the Obama effect.

This hypothesis, of course, supports Common's previous claims to CNN that Obama's election would bring a more positive attitude to the genre. So it's all very convenient, although it seems to us that the crippled economy and a pervasive exhaustion for ostentatious displays had more to do with this trend than Obama himself. But, still, let's all sing his praises, anyway!

By the way, Common was speaking at an arts event sponsored by Hennessy, a drink that was emblematic of the attitudes Common claims are fading away.

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<![CDATA[American Racial Progress Negated as David Alan Grier's Weak Show Not Renewed]]> Last Thursday, D.L. Hughley's unnecessary CNN show was canceled. Yesterday, the David Alan Grier-anchored Chocolate News ended forever. Is it possible—even in this Obama era—America's not ready for bad TV?

The fact that D.L. Hughley got a CNN talk show was just mystifying from day one. And he didn't surprise the world with his hidden news acumen. The fact that David Alan Grier got to host what was billed as the black Daily Show was...at least enough to make everyone feel a vague sense of hope, for a few minutes, until the show aired. Turns out it was unoriginal and unfunny. Oh well! David Alan Grier was pretty funny on In Living Color but not so much since, so maybe they should have picked someone actually funny to host this show, Chocolate News, and perhaps CNN could have searched far and wide and eventually located a black person with slightly more journalistic chops than standup comedian D.L. Hughley. They are rumored to exist in the far-flung corners of our land!

Giving shows to people who aren't good is the real conspiracy.

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<![CDATA[Any Old Wacko Now Eligible For $2 Million Book Deal]]> The publishing industry is led by experienced professionals with deep knowledge of literary appeal. So if they say Kathy Griffin deserves a $2 million book deal, who are you, the public, to argue?

Today Condoleezza Rice signed a three-book deal worth $2.5 million. Okay, maybe a bit more than you want to hear from Condi, but she was Secretary of State and all that, and presumably saw George Bush drunk and naked dozens of times, so she could conceivably sell a few books.

Earlier this month, Diane Keaton got a book deal reported to be worth more than $2 million. Does she have that many fans, really? I don't know, I doubt it, but maybe, who knows? She was in some good movies!

But this?

The comedian Kathy Griffin is writing a memoir, and according to three sources with knowledge of the deal, her literary agent at Endeavor, former Dutton editor-in-chief Trena Keating, sold it at auction last week to an editor at Random House's Ballantine imprint for more than $2 million.

Unless this is titled "Knocking the Dicks Out of My Mouth: 100 Celebrities I Have Slept With Who Would Do Anything For That Fact to Remain Secret," by Kathy Griffin, we fear that the book industry may be losing its grip on reality. [NYO]

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<![CDATA[Russian Billionaires Are Buying All The Pop Stars]]> amywinehouse2.jpegRussian billionaires: they're powerful, they're flush with profits from semi-monopolized industrial concerns, and they're ready to party. So they think nothing of paying outrageous sums to international pop stars to come play private parties for them and their closest friends. The most recent example is poor drug-addled soul singer Amy Winehouse, who will be pocketing a cool $2 million to play a show for the girlfriend of billionaire politician and businessman Roman Abramovich. All $2 million of which will surely be spent to further Winehouse's ongoing demise. The point is, she's not the only superstar who's been seduced by a gig like this. Soon you won't be able to see anyone from Madonna to Rihanna without a plane ticket to Moscow and tight connections to the vestiges of the Kremlin's power structure. It's a trend!

  • George Michael, 75-minute concert on New Year's eve, 2007, for nickel billionaire Vladimir Potanin. Price: $3.5 million
  • Rihanna, 40-minute show for billionaire Oleg Deripaska on New Year's eve, 2008. Price: $500,000.
  • Jennifer Lopez, 40-minute birthday party show for billionaire Andrei Melnichenko in April, 2007. Price: $1.2 million.
  • Christina Aguilera, three songs at Andrei Melnichenko's wedding in September, 2005. Price: $3.6 million.
  • And to put it all over the top, Madonna is reportedly considering an offer from "an unnamed Dubai-based tycoon" for a one-night private performance. Price: $10 million.

Fortunately, you can still hire Pat DiNizio of The Smithereens to play in your living room for $2,000.

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<![CDATA[Angry Hollywood Ex-Wives On The Warpath!]]> peters-wof.jpgOne would think that the day that a humble former hairdresser [Ed.note—How many movies does a guy have to make before people stop mentioning he used to trim Streisand's bangs? This man made Vision Quest! Does that count for nothing?] is granted the career-validating recognition of a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame would be among the happiest of his life, but Superman Returns producer Jon Peters must have been at least a little disappointed in how his Tuesday induction turned out. Not only did he wake up to discover that his best Hollywood friends had forgotten to purchase full-page suck-up ads in the trades celebrating his cinematic legacy and thanking the show business gods for bringing him into their lives, he also had to deal with some marital nastiness, says Page Six, the leading chronicler of his Walk of Fame Day letdown:

JON Peters was the star when he got his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame Monday - but his ex-wife, Christine, stole the show when she had a process server hand him court papers the second he got out of his limo.
Jon and Christine are in a bitter legal battle. She claims Jon owes her child support for their two daughters. Jon claims that Christine has been living rent free in a mansion he owns and that the daughters are grown and not legally his. A pal of Jon's said, "I found the fact that she did it [have the papers served] in front of their children very classless."

Things, of course, could always have been worse, as Christine could have marred the proceedings more profoundly by having the server wait until Peters had fallen down on all fours to kiss his star before sneaking up behind him to deliver the papers, foreshadowing the legal buggering she hopes to inflict upon him at a later date. And, given the video and voicemail-leaking humiliations that certain ex-wives have recently been accused of causing their former husbands lately, Peters probably feels lucky that no embarrassing multimedia presentation accompanied her legal action.

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<![CDATA[Hollywood TrendWatch: Rehab Goes From 'So Five Minutes Ago, But I'm Down' To 'I Wouldn't Be Fucking Caught Dead In That Place Now']]>
In case there was any doubt that the once-hot trend of following up a bender with an image-salvaging trip to rehab has been overused to the point of utter unfashionability, today's obviously publicist-planted item in Page Six revealing that onetime Desperate Housewives featured lawncare extra Jesse Metcalfe is off to battle whatever demons have been blocking his rise from the C-list should finally close off this avenue to reps looking for some easy, profile-boosting ink. The next hottness for troubled attention-whores needing a quick hit from the publicity-pipe: owning one's problems by inviting over an Insider camera crew to film them as they inject heroin between their toes.

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<![CDATA[Oscar TrendWatch: Hot Old Dames]]>
Granted, Meryl Streep isn't a capital-D Dame and the second headline is actually in reference to the favorable gambling odds for a Helen Mirren win, but our point about this year's hottest awards season trend, which we spotted back at the Golden Globes, still holds: Everyone's horny for the mature ladies of Oscar. On this year's red carpet, nubile upstarts like Penelope Cruz will be virtually ignored while E!'s omnipresent cameras capture handsy pre-show inquisitor Isaac Mizrahi lavishing attention upon Mirren's ample, immodestly presented bosom, and as Ryan Seacrest unconvincingly delivers clumsy, scripted come-ons inquiring into Judi Dench's sexual availability.

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<![CDATA[Hollywood BlowWatch: TMZ.com To Buy Eightball Of Strawberry Quik In Parking Lot Behind Hyde]]> daryl-strawberry.jpgAfter overhearing some suspiciously chatty, sniffling patron exiting Hyde talking excitedly about how he felt "like Strawberry Shortcake just peed down the back of my throat," TMZ.com's curiosity was aroused enough to try and find the source of this new buzz, confident that even the most cutting-edge club does not yet offer deviant, childhood-cartoon-character-based water sports. Today, they present the findings from their journey through the fruit-flavored underbelly of the local narcotics trade:

Flavored cocaine is nothing new, we're told. Law enforcement sources tell us that since the 80s people have been buying coke in all sorts of flavors, including rum and cherry, and now it appears strawberry is back and all the rage.

Law enforcement sources tell TMZ that strawberry flavoring is added to the drug to give it its fruity flavor. Years ago just adding food coloring was a big thing— brown and red cocaine were the talk of the town. Theoretically, you could make or add any flavor you'd like to the drug.

Hollywood insiders tell TMZ that this drug has exploded in the club scene, and not only has cocaine made a huge comeback, the strawberry version is definitely rearing its ugly head again. Like leggings and skinny jeans, this dangerous pastime is back full force.

Sadly, we have no firsthand experience with strawberry-tinged booger sugar, as our dealer stubbornly refuses to offer anything but the traditional Cocaine Classic™ flavor. But we're intrigued by TMZ's bold piece on retro-blow, and invite our readers to pass along their encounters with it (either through e-mail or in our comments section) so that we can stay current on this explosive, fruity trend.

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<![CDATA[Hollywood TrendWatch: Troubled Continent Cries Out For Enlightened Lindsay Lohan Photo-Op]]> gwyneth-paltrow-african-s.jpgThis Sunday's NY Times, finding a jumping-off point in Gwyneth Paltrow's instantly derided "I Am African" ad and Madonna's recent, ten-minutes-behind-the-trend push into Malawi, turns its attention to the rapidly cooling continent whose myriad problems are the current fascination of celebrities looking to combine a vague intention to, like, do something socially responsible n' junk with some excellent opportunities for favorable publicity. Says the Times:

"Celebrities," Mr. Musto said, "have added a glamorous patina to it." And to themselves, he said, especially if they need a little good press, like Lindsay Lohan, who has suffered through a year of rough tabloid treatment for her party-girl ways and has vowed to visit Kenya in support of the One Campaign. [...]
But, said Morgan Binswanger, a former liaison between performers and philanthropies for Creative Artists Agency in Los Angeles: "There's self-interest and there's enlightened self-interest, and the fringe between the two is gray. I think those that step forward and really carry out enlightened self-interest move an agenda."

Alyssa Milano certainly hopes that is true. The actress, who toured civil-war-torn Angola in 2003 (and strayed into an active minefield, without incident), said Africa is one way celebrities can transform an unprecedented level of scrutiny into their lives into something productive.

Given the PR problems that have dogged Lohan ever since she became famous enough to bypass the celebrity-optional age requirements of Hollywood drinking establishments, she might be the perfect person to take this fascinating idea of "enlightened self-interest" to the next level. The good she might do simultaneously for her image as a spoiled party girl and for the plight of Africa when she emerges from an extended bathroom break on a UNICEF photo shoot, staggers into a Kenyan orphanage, then tries to teach a roomful of starving children the technique involved in a well-executed body shot.

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<![CDATA[Hollywood Trendwatch: Africa's Days As Hottest Charity-Continent Are Over]]>

Africa's recent run as the hottest continent for Hollywood's charity-minded tastemakers to embrace finally comes to an end with this Gwyneth Paltrow ad, in which the Sliding Doors and Bounce star one-ups good works icon Angelina Jolie by symbolically adopting all of Africa, not just a single, too-trendy nation willing to host a publicity-attracting celebrity birth. However, the trendsetting Jolie knows that public awareness campaigns consist of more than just having one's stylist dig up some beads and smear some eyeshadow on one's face, and will prove that she'll always be ahead of the fashionable do-gooder curve by leaving Africa to move her family into an abandoned well in rural Bangladesh, then turning down all movie projects that refuse to shoot on location in her new homeland.

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