These fuckers. Honestly. Alec Baldwin is angry at about nine hundred and thirty six different things and has penned a long, rambling essay for NY Mag about how he’s ‘retiring from public life’. Because that’s a thing that you can do, that you have control over. As if by saying that, that TMZ and all the other paparazzi will no longer recognise him or be interested in him. They’ll see him in the streets and be like ‘isn’t that Alec Baldwin?’ and the response will be ‘who? Oh. Yeah. It is. But don’t take any photos, he is not famous anymore.
So okay, let’s talk about it.
Kristen Stewart is on the cover of Marie Claire this month, and in the interview, she decided to share a poem that she wrote while on a road trip through Texas. It’s called ‘My Heart is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole.’
Let’s have a look, yeah?
So in case you’re not up to date on your trainwrecks, Shia LaBeouf is the new Amanda Bynes (… in my opinion). That is, he is completely bonkers and the one to watch this year for 5150s, arrests, bong throwings, driveway fires etc. He’s currently at the Berlin International Film Festival to promote his latest film Nymphomaniac, which is directed by fellow-trainwreck-slash-Nazi-sympathiser Lars von Trier. So. Let’s talk about what Shia’s been up to, yeah?
So let me start by saying that based on a lot of comments I’ve seen online recently, my opinion is very, very unpopular. Nearly all the comments I’ve seen have been people who have a sketchy grasp on what happened between Woody and Soon-Yi back in ’92 and are happy to jump on board the ‘Woody is the new Polanski’ lynch mob. Now, I love a good lynching as much as the next guy, but let’s make sure we’ve got the right guy first, yeah?
I’ve written before about Mia and Ronan Farrow’s vendetta against Woody, but it seems that his winning the Cecile B. Demille award at the Golden Globes has set everything off again. Dylan Farrow, one of Woody and Mia’s adopted children, wrote this open letter detailing the alleged abuse she suffered at Woody’s hands.
Here’s where my opinion gets really unpopular.
I kind of don’t think it happened, hey.
Okay, there it is. That part’s done. If you’re reading, let’s continue on and I’ll explain why. Also, if this all comes to a head and it turns out that it DID happen, my God I will feel like a piece of shit. But as it is, this is how I feel about all this.
So if you’ve been following PCP for awhile, you’ll remember that I covered the SuperBowl last year because Beyoncé was performing and it was all very exciting and glamourous, and although I had very little idea what was going on, I picked a team, texted my friends who follow NFL a gazillion questions like ‘hello how many tries do they get to make those ten yards please?’ and the team that I picked, the Baltimore Ravens, came out victorious in a game that was very exciting and nervewracking. It was the first time in my entire life that I have understood why sports are a thing that people find entertaining. I decided then that I would follow the SuperBowl annually.
Well, this year was a very different experience. Let’s talk about it.