Will and Jada Divorce is ‘False information,’ Son Tweets


If the East coast felt the earth shudder with a 5.8 magnitude quake the morning of August 23, the West coast was dealing with the ‘world shattering news’ that Hollywood’s favorite couple, Will and Jada Pinkett Smith, were separating.

HuffingtonPost.com, TMZ.com, and PerezHilton.com were buzzing with reports that the couple married 13 years and parents to three, were indeed divorcing. They all, however, pointed fingers at gossip mag In Touch Weekly, who ‘exclusively’ broke the news.

Perhaps more magnanimous than the news itself was the reaction of millions of fans hoping and pleading that the news didn’t hold true.

While the magazine may not be as notorious as other tabloids of blatantly lying about celebrity news, it does have a history of falsifying a number of stories in the past.

To name a few instances, In Touch Weekly reported that Kate and Jon Gosselin were getting re-engaged in 2009, which was refuted immediately by a ‘close source’. Reality goddess Kim Kardashian has also felt the wrath of the gossipy glossy and threatened to sue earlier this summer when they claimed she was ‘caught cheating’ on her now husband, Kris Humphries.

Unconvinced? The magazine also attacked Jay-Z in June 2011 with infidelity accusations, and claimed that “Octo-Mom” Nadya Suleman gave them an exclusive interview around the same time. All empty claims.

Will’s eldest son from his previous marriage, Trey Smith, turned to Twitter to defend his dad and stepmom’s marriage and their family. These reports, he says, are completely false and his stealthy efforts  to set records straight are most likely partially due to the near-panic that this magazine has caused across the world. A current worldwide trend on Twitter has his parents’ name in it, right above ‘D.C. Earthquake.’

“Did [Will and Jada] split? No they did NOT split ! False information ..its not true RETWEET!!!” Trey Smith announced through his official Twitter handle, TheRealTrey. “Everyone can think what they want ..even if its not true #Lame.”

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My Dream Man-barian: Jason Momoa


Ever since I jumped on the Game of Thrones bandwagon, I have been hooked. Always having been a passionate lover of period-dramas, I had no doubt I would immediately latch onto the characters and story plots of this fantasty/historical fiction drama.

Khal Drogo, Game of Thrones

Upon the first introduction of Khal Drogo, the warlord of the Dothraki horse-lords, I found myself reasonably terrified of this beastly character: eyes lined dark as onyx, rumbling growl for a voice, a body as hard as stone…*cue drool.*

Wait, what’s this other bubbling feeling…is it…some sort of…arousal??

Guilty.

Somehow, I found myself strangely attracted to this barbarian, who used brute force to rule his people (and his wife until she cleverly wielded some power via sexual manipulation), and at times merely grunted to give a reply. All logic to hate him for the sexist, testosterone-driven, barbarian man he was went out the window. All I could think about was that growl and golden chiseled out bod. Oh my…!

Conan, Conan the Barbarian

And then one day, I heard that signature growl during a commercial break. My head popped up expecting a possibly-resurrected Drogo for next season’s promos. (Alas, he isn’t the Dragon’s child like his wifey, who walked out of his funeral pyre completely unscathed.) Hark! That’s no Drogo — that’s Conan the Barbarian! No beard or darkened eyes, but the same delicious bod and signature voice.

Who is this man, I wondered? So sexy, so beastly, so perfectly man-baric! Upon a swift Google search, my mystery man was found: Jason Momoa. A few quick facts gave me the dish on my new TV crush:

Baywatch Hunk

  • 31 years old
  • Former model
  • Former actor on Baywatch
  • Born in Hawaii
  • Half Native Hawaiian and partially mixed with German, Irish, and Native American
  • Has two kids with wifeLisa Bonet (Denise from The Cosby Show), who is 13 years his senior

I’m not sure about anyone else, but everything else besides the surprise celebrity baby-mama makes complete sense. Hawaiian, Baywatch actor, model? I think I secretly knew the full capacity of Khal Drogo’s sexiness under all that barbaric ware.

Although, looking at his pictures as a clean-cut beach hunk, compared to the more raw and savage looks of Khal Drogo and — I still pick the latter two. Hm, maybe I have learned more about my taste in men than I ever knew before.

 

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Foprah Meets Vince Young


This really must be my year to meet celebrities. First Nina Garcia, then of course the best of the best: Oprah, and yesterday I had the opportunity to rub elbows with Vince Young!

It all started when I was hunting for a story idea for my broadcast news class. We have to turn in news packages every week and it’s always a hassle trying to find a story to cover that will still be news worthy a week later when our show actually airs. Last week I had come across a news article saying something about Vince Young opening a steakhouse in Austin on Nov. 6 with a special private preview on the 5th. I emailed the PR lady asking for an interview because I thought I might be able to get some cool shots of the restaurant, talk to the PR lady and maybe a fan who would be excited to go to the steakhouse. Then it dawned on me to ask her for a media pass for the private preview – hey it was worth a shot! I couldn’t believe when I got an e-mail from her saying she’d be happy to add me to the list! I found out later that Vince would be at the private preview too. Maybe I’d get to talk to him?!

So, I asked my friend Sam to take me since I don’t have a car and she could be my videographer too. She was more than thrilled because she’s a huge sports nut and of course a big Vince fan.

When we set out yesterday, we didn’t know what to expect when we got there. We figured it would be either a really small event or something pretty big. When we got there, the PR lady who was in charge had all the media set up in the foyer where they were going to unveil something which looked like the shape of a life-size longhorn (it was) under a huge picture of VY after the Championship game. She said Vince, and the 2 other owners, Philip and Laura Brown would come out to unveil the mystery object, say hello to everyone and then take us all on a tour of the restaurant. After that there would be a Q&A and then personal interviews with Vince and the owners if we wanted them. (And yes, we wanted them!)

This was my first time covering an event like this, and it was hectic! It was a rat-race almost to get the best shots and be up close and personal where the action was happening. Sam and I were tripping over our cables and having trouble holding our phones, and folder and notebook while toting the camera and tripod through narrow walkways along with 10 other people doing the same thing. I did my best to hold my dinosaur camera above my head to get some good shots because there were SOME cameramen hogging everything. Needless to say, my arm got tired and all I really got were a bunch of shaky shots. Regardless, the restaurant looked pretty great. There were gold-link curtain dividers between the the booths, which were themselves set up in kind of S-patterns. This almost sounds tacky, but the effect was very exotic – almost Egyptian-esque. There were pictures of Darrell K. Royal Stadium and of Vince all over the place, amongst more normal seating. There was also this cool, modern, wall fireplace and the lighting in the entire place was soft and mellow – something that probably really looks amazing at night!

They took us to The Ten Room, named after VY’s jersey where there was a huge football-shaped table and an entire wall of wine. VY had talked about earlier his newfound passion for wine. He said he had grown up and had really come to love wine, which inspired him for this room. Each bottle was personally signed by Vince and for sale. (No idea how much – but can only imagine it being in the hundreds.) There were also wall dividers of wine racks throughout the restaurant, which was pretty classy.

After the tour, the press conference-like Q&A commenced and then personal interviews. The PR lady had made it clear from the beginning that they did not want any questions about Randy Moss and the Titans, but a reporter for News 8 Austin snuck in a “general” question (she asked what he saw for the FUTURE of the Titans with Randy Moss on the team) and the PR lady wasn’t too happy. Then – it was my turn!!

I asked Vince what he liked to do in Austin other than his steakhouse, whether he frequented 6th Street ever, and what advice he could give our boys at a time like this. He basically said that ‘we’d be okay’ and that the fans needed just to stay behind our team and Gilbert, and we’d get out of this funk eventually. Overall, he was really gracious and friendly. You could see how passionate he was still about the Longhorns and Austin (if the restaurant decor didn’t scream it already). He had good things to say about Mack Brown and seemed to have faith that our team would be able to shake this crappy season off eventually. Hope he’s right!

I was also fortunate enough to talk to Candice Johnson – Vince’s high school sweetheart girlfriend. Their baby was also there – and he’s a cutie! So quiet and calm. You’d never know Candice had just had her baby 3 months ago – she looked amazing! She was super nice, and so friendly. As a former UT grad herself – and a Comm School grad at that – she was really happy to talk to Sam and me on and off camera. She even gave us her card and took our e-mails, telling us to e-mail her and that she’d love to stop by the school and see our news show one of these days!

There were samples of food for everyone to munch on, and from a vegetarian’s perspective, the sweet mashed potatoes, scalloped potatoes and other sides were delish! The meat I’m sure was also tasty!

Because Sam and I had to shoot stuff for my story, we lingered and they let us! We were the last media to leave and everyone was just hanging out, including a couple of the Titans (Bo Scaife was there) and not paying us any attention. As we were getting ready to leave, we thanked Vince one more time for their reception and being so open to talking with us. I told him that we’d love to see him at some games – and if he came he could sit with us in our 2nd row seats -haha! He seemed like he liked the idea – haha!

As we were getting ready to leave, Candice pulled up and asked Sam if she wouldn’t mind running inside to give Vince back his phone (obviously she didn’t). While I was waiting for her, a man outside asked me if I wouldn’t mind grabbing a couple of the posters that they had for the media. I wanted one too so I went back inside. Vince was sitting at the bar with Bo and his PR lady, so I hesitated at first, but then figured I wasn’t going to get another opportunity so I asked him for an autograph. He signed his crotch on the poster and I made a sarcastic comment saying, “I love that you’re signing your crotch right there!” and he said, “Oh you know, that’s money right there.” (Haha!) Bo Scaife made a joke about why I was looking at Vince’s crotch anyway and I feigned embarrassment saying I couldn’t help myself! He had signed 2 copies by that point and I was thrilled because I knew Sam would be beyond herself (we had already gotten individual pictures with him)! I was right – she was!

Overall, it made for an amazing reporting experience and an even more amazing experience rubbing elbows with football royalty! This has definitely been my year for celebs – I’ve got 2 more months – bring ’em on!! Check out my news package below:

Foprah Meets Oprah


It’s really amazing how you never know what your day can hold, and how different one day can be from the next. Just Monday, I was in Austin, TX at my apartment unpacking from my long weekend at home. And by Wednesday, my life had literally changed a little (no melodrama intended).

It all started when my sister was somehow able to score tickets to The Oprah Show for Wednesdy, Sept. 8 last Tuesday and told me while I was in class (ironically, my TV producing class). She had been talking about entering her name into the lottery-like draw on Oprah.com for a while, but I would just say “yeah, yeah” and brush it off because I couldn’t imagine us ever getting the tickets. So when we did I literally couldn’t contain myself when I found out. Me?! Going to see OPRAH?! During her FINAL season?! This was literally a dream come true! Little did I know how much so…We booked our tickets promptly and off to Chi-town we went!

The morning of the show, my sister and I dressed up in bright red and green dresses (they had told us to dress in bright colors because they look better on camera) and we headed to Harpo Studios. The line was already way out the door even though we got there early. It was so surreal just being there – we really couldn’t believe we were going to be seeing Oprah soon! They passed us through security and took our phones and cameras and had everyone wait in one room upstairs. We had to sign confidentiality agreements saying that we wouldn’t divulge any info on the show we were there for. It was a waiting game from there for about 90 minutes or so.

Soon, they started calling groups of people and letting them into the studio. My sister and I were just hoping that maybe our names would get called because we figured these people were getting seated first in the front. Alas, our names never got called but we all had numbers on our forms and they started calling us according to the numbers and we were somewhere in the middle. When we get into the studio – the first thing that I realized was how small the studio really is. I think there was about 400 people in the audience but maybe because of the way the studio is set up in a semi-circle, everyone was distributed evenly and it looked a lot smaller.

They had told us that we could sit anywhere there wasn’t a blue card and when we got in there, we realized most of the seats with blue cards on them were in the front. Of course. So obviously most of the middle section and bottom section seats were already taken and a producer had my sister and I sit LITERALLY in the 2 corner seats on the very top row. The seats on stage were facing center, but the producer said that Oprah would be reading off the teleprompter that was sort of below us so we’d get to see her well. We weren’t THRILLED with our seats, but once we realized how close we still were to her (probably like 50-60 ft), we were just psyched that we were going to be seeing Oprah soon!

Then out of nowhere, a producer came up to us and asked us if it was just my sister and I in our party. When we said it was, she told us to follow her – and she took us down to the bottom section!!! Way to go Khyati for the dress choices! We were now seated on the opposite side of the room in the left section and she even had these other ladies move so we could sit there. I guess dressing like Christmas really paid off! Then, even though she had had us file into that row, she told us to move to the aisle seats. Now, I was literally touching the aisle and my sister was next to me. There were 2 walkways that Oprah could have possibly come out of and amazingly, we were told she’d be coming out from the walkway NEXT TO ME!!! To top it off, we were literally about 10 feet away where Oprah would be sitting!

Before the show started, the Audience Team came out and started playing music and pumping people up. They asked us questions and handed out shirts and THEN it was time for Oprah! My sister and I started freaking out because we realized that we were going to be able to touch Oprah and shake her hand! Of course, this entire time my mind started freaking out into thinking that I had to go to the bathroom and I was positive at some point, I was going to pee on myself! Ugh!

Then we heard her – OPRAH WAS COMING!! She came out and shook people’s hands in the top section and I just began to grab for her. My eyes were buggin’, my arms were literally flailing and I was going INSANE. I was absolutely determined – I was not leaving without some contact!!! She finally looked at me and came over and grabbed my hand and them my sister’s hand and then looked into my face and said “How are you?” My mouth fell open and I mustered something like “…I’m amazing!!” The lady in front of me was freaking out even more and she couldn’t even stand up. She was almost in the fetal position stamping her feet up and down and Oprah just paused by us to try and calm her down. (At this point, I had clutched onto her arm like the nut I am…) She made her way to the stage, and shot the show. Unreal that we watched a live taping! But the entire time, all my sister and I could think was – “WE SHOOK HANDS WITH OPRAH!!!” We could have left then and our lives would have been 100x more amazing still. But no buddy, nothing had happened yet!

So after the show, Oprah was so sweet and genuine. She thanked everyone in the audience for coming saying she was thankful that we had thought enough of her to put our lives on hold to see her because she said she understood that “everyone was as busy as her”. She said she acknowledged that we had all booked babysitters, missed work, and rescheduled our lives to be at the show and she was truly appreciative of it. You could really see how sincere she was, and I was touched by her humbleness.

After that, she took questions and comments from the audience and I had decided that I was going to talk to her if it was the last thing I did. Ironically, that morning I had just had a feeling that something really great was going to happen. You know when you just have that undeniable FEELING? That’s what I had and I couldn’t really explain it and it sounds superbly cheesy but it’s true. This was my one opportunity and it was never going to come again – I HAD to talk to her!

She graciously answered a few more questions and then told the audience she would love to answer more but had to get going. She had to pass by me again so I started grasping for her again even though she was out of reach and on the other side of the aisle. Eventually she came over and I decided to ask her for a hug. She warmly gave me a hug and tried to leave again when I asked her to give my sister a hug too. She did, and tried to leave AGAIN when I grabbed her hands, looked into her eyes and said, “OPRAH, my friends call me FOPRAH!” She thought it was so funny and told a producer something about “..those 2 girls.” Before we knew it, my sister and I were being escorted backstage by the producers for God knows what! We had no idea…

We went backstage and were shortly joined by just one other party: a party of 4 women. One of the women had told Oprah that she felt the way about her that Oprah felt about Paul McCartney and she loved her immensely. They had been sitting towards the top so they were really fortunate to get called down and to the back! We chit chatted with them until Oprah came backstage herself!!

The 4 women chatted with her for a few minutes and they got a professional picture taken with her. Then it was OUR turn! AHH!!! Oprah warmly embraced both my sister and me and we took a couple of pictures with her too. Then I grabbed her hands (again – b/c apparently I love to hold people’s hands) and started on my spiel about my life story and how she was my idol and I want to do what she is doing. I explained the “Foprah” thing and she told me my name (the real one) was lovely(!) I asked her for advice and she genuinely gave me real advice on how to make it as a broadcaster. She told me importantly never to get frustrated and to keep faith. She also told me that she had picked me out of the audience that day and just like that, things could keep happening to me as long as I was willing for them to and allowed for them to.

Then she spoke with my sister for a minute and gave us both hugs again. I told her that if she ever had anything open to do, I would drop everything in my life and come work for her. She told me that she “wouldn’t forget Foprah” and she’d remember that. Ahh!!! And the last thing she said to me was “Foprah – I won’t forget!”

Was that real?? Did that just really happen?? My sister and I kept joking that our lives were complete now that we had met Oprah and when my sister told Oprah that, she graciously told her it wasn’t, but that more things were to come for her. But seriously, it is way more complete than it was a few days ago…

Robert Pattinson and Emma Watson’s Eerie Family History


It’s funny how things work out in life, and sometimes people just have no explanation for why certain things happen. It really makes you wonder — are there such things as coincidences or is everything working on some meticulously preset plan? For instance, do our pasts determine the future or by way of some unseen cosmic force, or are coincidences simply that: coincidences?

Ancestory.com did some snooping around on the behalf of some of our famous fantasy friends: Robert Pattinson who obviously plays vampire hunk Edward Cullen from the Twilight series and Emma Watson,  the smartest, sassiest witch from the Harry Potter series, Hermione Granger. What’d they find out? Well, it will definitely make you reevaluate the coincidence vs. destiny debate.

Robert Pattinson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It turns out that Robert Pattinson is a distant relative of another well known blood-sucker: Dracula. Of course, Dracula is a fictitious character, but the man behind the inspiration of Dracula — Vlad the Impaler — is very real and very much Pattinson’s real-life distant relation. Spooky!

Vlad the Impaler was a 15th century Romanian ruler who had a Russian surname that was none other than Dracula meaning “Son of the Dragon” (an Order that he and his father were initiated in). He was known for his cruel punishments and executions of hundreds of thousands of people, which are believed to be most likely exaggerated.

How interesting that the author of “Dracula,”  Bram Stoker, found inspiration in this guy to base his VAMPIRE character after him! Other relations of Pattinson include other royals who you’ve probably heard of: a Prince Harry and Prince William? Guess Rob Pattz has it in his blood (no pun intended) to be famous!

Emma Watson

Emma Watson

16th Century Witch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Emma Watson’s genealogy is even more coincidental — er — meant to be? It turns out that her distant relation was none other than an ACCUSED WITCH in the 16th century: a Joan Playle of Essex County, England!

Playle was excommunicated from the Church of England after she was accused of doing witchcraft, a common practice in the time of  Queen Elizabeth I for a woman who was “poor, old, widowed, single or otherwise unprotected,” according to press release from Ancestry.com Hmm…if only she had gotten that acceptance to Hogwarts like her cuz Hermione and found herself a sweet Ron Weasley, things may have worked differently for poor Joan.

Who Says All Divas Are Women?


“Diva” may have originated in the English language to be a gender-specific term, but either we need to invent an equivalent term for the male species or stop assuming that all divas are automatically women. Case in point: TIME’s top 10 list of the worst male divas.

See the list here –hilarious and super shameful!:

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/47CUcM/newsfeed.time.com/2010/07/09/male-divas//r:t

Ron Weasley Sexin’ it Up


Rupert Grint – better known as lovable Ronald Weasley apparently experienced his first sex scene experience – and he says he was traumatized by it! He told the Sun paper that it was a pretty awkward experience but he got by with a little help from the good ole liquid courage….

“I had my first sex scene and it was a traumatic experience. But Kimberley [Nixon] found it a lot more embarrassing. I think it’s easier for boys. It was her first too so we were in the same situation…It’s just such a weird thing anyway being in a room of 12 men. When we were filming we were drinking every night. It helped the bonding”

The movie with Ronnie boy’s hot love scene is called ‘Cherrybomb’ and it tells the story of 2 guys and a girl who have just a normal youngster’s weekend of partying, drinking, and car-stealing that – wait for it – GOES BAD…*cue ominous music*.

It’s due out in the UK on April 23rd. Hope it gets sent over to the States – I’m sure the Americans would enjoy seeing Weaselby all grown up and being all teenagey! I wonder how Hermione would feel…?