Latin singer Marc Anthony has fired back at those who poked fun at his heritage following his performance of GOD BLESS AMERICA at a high-profile baseball game on Tuesday (16Jul13). The No Me Ames singer performed the patriotic anthem in New York City at the Major League Baseball All-Star Game, but was criticised online for being "un-American" by many viewers.
One person took to Twitter and wrote, "Why is Marc Anthony singing God Bless America? He's not even American. Should have got someone sweet like Ke$ha."
Anthony, who is of Puerto Rican descent, addressed the controversy during an appearance on U.S. morning show Live With Kelly & Michael on Thursday (18Jul13) stating, "There were some statements made that people were upset that they would have someone from another country sing the National Anthem. To set the record straight, I was born and raised in New York, you can't get more New York than me. I'm more Puerto Rican than ever and I'm more New York than ever."
He further explained that it was an honour to sing the song, but he had to conquer his nerves: "It's just so gratifying, it's such a unique experience. You say yes because of the honour, you can't deny that."
Here is a profile of a Manhattan mom who loves only one thing more than her children: preparing for the apocalypse. Behind her gigantic shoe closet packed with rows of Jimmy Choos and Louboutins, there is a gorgeous panic room that is unrivaled in New York City. It's full of gas masks, canned goods, Cipro (in case Junior gets a sniffle), radiation detectors, Rapture-proof suits, an elaborate water purification system that runs on hot air and houewife spit, a Bible, the complete I Love Lucy library on DVD (they're going to need something to watch), a flat screen TV (for Lucy), and 14 magnums of champagne in their own fridge that is run by a self-contained generator. No, this is not Doomsday Preppers, this is ¡Que Viva!'s Closet, a show about the lifestyles of rich and famous whackadoos who think that the end of the world is near.
Can you believe that ¡Que Viva! is a Doomsday Prepper? Actually, yes I can. This is the thing about ¡Que Viva! that I've learned over three short episodes: she is absolutely nuts. That is about the only interesting thing that we learned last night on the episode of Real Taint Scratchers of Crazy Village. But she's not crazy in the way you think she's crazy. Let me break it down for you, like she breaks down her own urine while waiting in her Luxury Bunker and turns it back into drinking water (there is a bit of alchemy involved). ¡Que Viva! really badly wants to come off as normal. She wants everyone to see this nice, Jewish girl with blond hair and a little bit of work done around the head and neck region and think that she's all wonderful and polished and elaborately manicured like the tail of Standard Poodle. But she's not, she's nuttier than a Fruit Cage (which is the name of Andy Cohen's Hamptons home). It's not because she's all, "Because I got my leg chopped off by a manure machine I'm not scared of flying and subways and being trapped in places and heights and machines and Transformers movies and did you know that the Mayans say that 2012 is the end of the world and I can't possibly be in a sunken living room because I feel like I'm never going to crawl out again and oh, God, is that macrame, I just can't, please take it down because all those knots make me sick to my stomach and I think I'm going to hurl oh and I'm afraid of throwing up. Yup, it's definitely coming, where's your bathroom. Oh shit, I'm gonna puke. FFaopiwhgpwoieghaWer."
That is the crazy ¡Que Viva! wants you think she has. This is the crazy she puts on display so that you don't see what's lurking below. This is the trash in the Death Star's compactor so that you don't see the tentacle monster lashing in the murk below. The crazy that ¡Que Viva! has is an ever shifting crazy that accommodates the insanity around her. It's like a retrovirus, as soon as you think you have her crazy figured out, she goes and changes it like she changed her son's first name. She changed her kid's damn name! That is the darkness that misfires in the folds of her brain. Then she insisted that her husband not wear a wedding ring because she thinks more girls would hit on him if they knew he was married. Then, at boozy brunch my total favorite Sonja Morgan took a sip of her bellini and a drag off her imaginary cigarette (because in my mind Sonja T. Morgan is always wearing opera gloves and smoking an imaginary cigarette) and said, "Oh, honey, if he was wearing that ring when you met him in Bed Bath & Beyoncé you never would have pulled him over to that hard sample bed with the Nautica duvet and showed him that special trick you do with your prosthetic, now would you? And it wouldn't have stopped me, honey. I would have hit on it either way, so you might as well just put a ring on it because, well, you just should."
Then ¡Que Viva! goes to the jewelry store and does it. She is convinced by Sonja Morgan, Slut Whisperer, into buying her husband a ring for no particularly good reason, but only because she has been called out and must adapt. She's like a midochondrian of melodrama. She's just stone cold loco en la tete. That's what she is. And then, after Sonja convinced her about the ring, she takes Ramona to the jewelry store to help one out because she is a "jewelry expert." Oh please. If Ramona Singer is a jewelry expert, that Chef Boyardee is an Italian cuisine master with three Micheline stars. But ¡Que Viva! thinks that she's getting some entré into the blingosphere because she's letting Ramona's eyes (that never need a loop to determine the purity of a diamond) take her to a jewelry store. It's like the time she went shopping for creepy dolls with Marie Osmond.
Sigh, ¡Que Viva! A million scattered sighs like your million quaking neuroses, clattering up against each other like stones on the shore, burnished to a high polish after the years and years of anxiety washing over them in waves. Stop trying to appear normal, because we all know that when you take off your mask, you look like that scary librarian in Ghostbusters.
Know who is not crazy? Carole Radziwill, my new best friend forever and ever. She is just so freaking cool. All the girls are like "Oh, we can't possibly take the subway," not because there is something wrong with the subway, but because they think that they can't take the subway. Like there is something that makes them better by submitting themselves to the utter inconvenience of sitting in traffic with a driver. Carole is just like, "You bitches be stupid. I'm buying you all MetroCards for Christmas and you are going to take the damn subway. And don't wear leather shorts when you come downtown. This does not make you cool. It makes you look like a hairdresser from Hoboken going out for a night in the Meatpacking District. Knock it off." That, right there, is why I want to take Carole out to lunch and talk to her about being awesome. (Carole, this is a real offer. Call me!)
Then Carole talks about how she doesn't understand how any of the women can want to be with the same man for the rest of their lives. Now, I'm sorry Sonja T. Morgan, you're still my favorite, but this is something a real slut says. We all know that Sonja is only sleeping around until she finds one many who can afford her expensive habits and keep up with her insatiable sexual desires. Once that happens, she's going to mate for life. Carole, on the other hand, is a true skank. And I do not mean that as a pejorative in any way. In my universe, skanks are totally the best, just like Carole. They're just so busy working on themselves that the men are just incidental love apparatuses that come in to satisfy them and buy them a few nice dinners before fluttering off into the sunset like an exhausted mayfly.
At lunch with Ramona and Mario she said the skankiest thing of all, "I only flirt with married guys when their wives are right there." Amazing! And that's what she does. She sits down next to Mario — who is, by all estimations, one of the more dreamy of the Househusbands even though Ramona keeps his sex organs in a Hello Kitty cookie jar on their bedside table and only lets him strap them on after two glasses of Pinot and a night of fighting with other Housewives (that's when she's at her horniest) — and she just starts flirting with him like Kelly Bensimon eying a bag of Jelly Bellies. It was sick. I loved it. I bet Carole is one of those ladies who also flirts with gay guys, just cause. Just to keep those skills keen.
OK, I better start talking about Sonja Morgan, my favorite, because I'm afraid she's going to get jealous. Now, I love Sonja and part of the reason is that she is trying to make it happen in business and, well, she might as well just open a lemonade stand on E 85th Street. She'd make as much money doing that. That is actually the perfect business plan for Sonja. She can have her intern mix the Country Time in the house and then she can sit on a little stool next to a low table with a hand-painted sign taped to it and smoke her imaginary cigarettes and tell the crowd about the time she lived in Italy with Count Chocula, the heir to a cereal fortune, for six years before she caught him making out in a secret passage guarded by a suit of armor with Boo Berry. Then she'd lean over and tell that intern, "Honey, use more ice and water. We're trying to a run a business here, honey."
That is much better advice than she got from Ramona Singer who told her to forget about her business with the toaster over cookbook (which is Sonja's equivalent of "fetch") and focus on her catering business called Sonja in the City, because it is 2003 and she just finished eating a Magnolia cupcake. Anyway, Ramona's business advice basically boils down to "Write it down in a notebook." That is the secret to Ramona's success, a little Trapper Keeper that she picked up at Duane Reade back in the day and has been scribbling away on loose leaf paper ever since. That is what launched her empire. Notebooks!
Sonja thinks this is kind of shitty advice because as unequipped as Sonja is she still knows her elbow from an apple orchard (that is an expression I just made up). So she decides to go talk to "This Heather." I love how she says that. It's like how your grandmother talks about the receptionist at her doctor's office. "This Heather told me that if I go to the pharmacy they'll have this Benadryls cream and that will help with the itching." She said it like that, like it was this random person that none of us would know. "This Heather."
Alright, so Sonja goes to visit This Heather (which I think I might call her from now on) and she's full of great advice. She tells Sonja how to fix her logo, how to brand her image, how to integrate her revenue streams, how to create a Power Point presentation, what to do with her first round of venture capital, when to file for her IPO, whether she wants to be on the NYSE or NASDAQ, how to sign up for subscription for the Wall Street Journal, and then she gives her a pair of Yummie Tummie™ (that stands for "Trade Motherf**kin' Marked, Biatch") and sends her on her way. I wanted to hate This Heather, but I might be coming around, even though her fake smile reminds me of a giant puffy cloth clown painting in my pediatrician's office that used to make me shit my Underoos.
As a reward for passing Econ 101, Prof. This Heather decides she's going to take everyone on a trip to London. Sonja is like. "Yes, please," (inhale from imaginary cigarette). "Momma needs a vacay!" This Heather calls up Carole and says, "Bitch, we're going to London. Whut! Whut!" and Carole says, "Sign me up!" OK, I am completely convinced that these "Call and let's go on a vacation" calls are totally fake. It happens on every Housemonkeys franchise and I just think it's all bunk. The producers have plotted this out months in advance. They must have. This isn't a vacation with friends, this is work. This is contractually obligated business travel. This is like going to a plant visit in Ames, Iowa. This is not party fun time.
Then, of course, This Heather calls ¡Que Viva! right when she's jewelry shopping with Ramona and doesn't invite Ramona to London. Of course she wouldn't because Ramona treated Heather like a booger that wouldn't get off her finger. And then...What?! What just happened to my TV? Why did it go black? Oh shit, Time Warner, what the hell did you do this time? "Hello, thank you for calling Time Warner Cable. If you are calling from Midtown Manhattan there is a cable outage. Sorry about the inconvenience. We're working on correcting the problem." But...But...But...Shit. Guess I'll never know what happens.
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Jennifer Lopez has remained pretty coy about her relationship with her 24-year-old boyfriend Casper Smart in the past, but their romance certainly seems hot and heavy judging by the steamy images from JLo's new music video "Dance Again" (which is scheduled to premiere on American Idol, April 5).
In the shots, the 42-year-old superstar is shown having her way with her hunky dancer beau by blindfolding him (while shirtless) with a black cloth that has the words "Love is blind" written across it. Kinky, right?
But this isn't the first time Lopez has showcased her real-life love in her music videos. We'll never forget Ben Affleck's cameo appearance in her "Jenny From the Block" video, complete with gratuitous booty-grabbing and all.
The Idol judge also collaborated numerous times with her now ex, Marc Anthony, including the sentimental music video "No Me Ames."
Bottom line — JLo isn't afraid to hold onto her man (literally). Let's hope Smart doesn't have a problem being tied down in a relationship.
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Well guys, I think we can agree this season of The Bachelorette hasn’t exactly been the best one. And I think the guys who participated in it will concur! Ames ended up in the hospital after Ashley insisted he take part in a Muay Thai match in Hong Kong with a concussion. Bentley was disappointed that Emily Maynard wasn’t the bachelorette. Lucas realized that 26-year-old women (who haven’t gotten their dental degree because they spend too much time dancing) don’t believe they can love someone who’s been divorced. Blake (the dentist) realized that there’s a difference between dating a dentist and someone who’s studying to become a dentist. West figured out that no woman wants to date him because his wife decided to die too young. Ryan was disappointed to learn that you can’t actually talk about solar panels on a date, and William figured out that you still can’t make fun of a girl’s breast size (even if she says you can) at a comedy club.
And now we’re down to the final two: JP and Ben. If you’ve gotten as much as a stick of gum from a drug store, you know the tabloids say that Ashley has ended up with JP. And you gotta admit, it’s pretty weird that this whole thing has been shot a while ago, and that Ashley and whoever she chose have been living in secret together so as not to spoil the finale. But it’s tonight, and if Ashley and whoever she chose haven’t started fighting about the impracticality of their relationship and are still together at this very moment, then all the time we spent not trying to find a better job so we can get out of our parents’ house will have been the right decision!
"These are potentially people I will have around me for the rest of my life and I want to make a good impression." - JP The episode kicked off with Ashley getting super excited about her family arriving to meet the two men left standing (and eventually kneeling). Up to bat first: JP. Once the Hebert clan arrives Ashley brings JP over for introductions and a nice lunch outside. Everything seems to be going very smoothly with your basic chit-chat and small talk that is common in awkward situations such as these when everyone is supposed to buy that you fell in love so quickly. Then shit starts to get crazy. After lunch the sister takes Ashley aside and admits that she just doesn't see the connection between her and JP and accuses Ashley of not really being herself when she's with him. This of course brings Ashley to tears and makes her question everything because she is just that easily influenced by the opinions of others. Through tears and hiccup sobs Ashley accuses her sister of being too harsh and judging JP after only knowing him for 15 minutes. This should be the part where Ashley remembers that she asked her family to come out and give her outside perspective about how she acts around both guys, but since it's Ashley we're not holding our breath for this to happen. Her sister is only stating what all viewers are thinking -- are you really thinking that this can last when basically all other relationships that stem from this show have failed? Is it really possible that they found love this quickly? The sister even voices her concerns to JP during a little one-on one time saying that she felt her sister was happier with Brad (ouch) and after some uncomfortable stuttering and mumbling, JP declares that his love is for real. Ashley, however, does not enjoy being hit by the rational stick and needs time to take a step back and rethink things. Oh boy.
"You just come across like you’re being such a bitch." -AshleyBefore the family meets up with Ben, Ashley has a one-on-one talk with her sister about how she's not telling her exactly what she wants to hear and how that's really bitchy of her. The sister accuses Ashley of only wanting approval, not opinions which I thought was a pretty good point. If you don't want opinions, don't ask for them. The sister goes on to say how Ashley's gut isn't so reliable since she felt it in her gut with Bentley and look how that turned out...twice. I'm liking this sister more and more. So after that completely useless and unhelpful talk, Ben shows up. Him and Ashley weird us out by making their cutesy animal squeaky noises at each other, but overall the visit is highly successful. Even the sister believes that Ashley seems more like her regular self around Ben. Afterwards, Ben is totally confident that the next time he sees Ashley's family they will be engaged.
"When you're lugging each other up with mud it's really quite erotic." - Ben
The episode progresses with its usual routine of Ashley going on a final date with both guys. Ben and Ashley take a helicopter ride around the island to enjoy the sights of Fiji. Man are these two going to be disappointed when they have to return to the real world. This is a major flaw in the show. People are given 10 episodes to fall in love in a controlled environment where everything is paid for, fun trips are planned, and no one has to worry about work. This is not real life! How do you know if you want to be with someone forever if you haven't even hung out with them in real life situations? I digress. Anyway, they end up taking a mud bath together where they basically just continually rub mud all over each other and make sexy mud eyes at each other (not an easy feat believe it or not). After their little mud-fest they return to Ben's love pad to hang out where he nervously confesses that he loves her. It was actually pretty sweet to see how vulnerable Ben let himself get. Then Ashley did her go-to move and proceeded to make out with him the remainder of the time.
"I will walk away with love or I will walk away with nothing and that's the worst part about it. It eats you alive." - JP
JP and Ashley didn't so much go on a date as much as they rehashed her sister's comments over and over again. JP continued to show his un-altering affection for Ashley while she seemed to be analyzing and examining it all. Is it just me or do JP's feelings always seem much more constant and consistent than Ashley's? If a little criticism of their relationship makes her completely falter in her security about her feelings, then why would you want to be engaged to her? You're setting yourself up for a disaster. So while JP is pouring his heart out and Ashley is just sitting there looking all doe-eyed and confused, he too confesses to being in love with her (because the timing for both of these guys' confessions is just that in sync). Again, turn to Ashley proceeding to start the lip-locking process as her method of response.
"I’ve made my final decision and I just hope he feels the same way that I do." – AshleySo, it all boils down to this: the big decision day. The rings are selected, the decision is made, the final rose is ready. After everyone takes a million years to get ready and Ashley stares out into the ocean for the millionth time, we are finally ready to hear the results. The construction manager or the winemaker -- who is it going to be? Chris Harrison takes Ben over to see Ashley for the big moment (man it must be hard being Chris, what with all the walking and rose watering he has to do for this show). So once all the speeches, the staring, and the long pauses were over, Ben got down on one knee and proposed and was.....DENIED. Ben of course was floored by the rejection since he has been living in his little fantasy world of LOVE. He storms out, so naturally Ashley follows, but he rejects her pity comfort attempts. Let the poor guy grieve already.
So you know what that means....the final rose goes to JP! Ashley accepts his proposal and a nice little recap of their times together starts rolling along with the song "Can't Fight This Feeling." And so the newly engaged couple head off into the sunset to live happily ever after....or until we hear otherwise. Hey, it could end up working out. You never know!