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Thứ Tư, 30 tháng 12, 2015
Aretha Franklin Performing "A Natural Woman" For Carole King Will Leave You Speechless
The Queen of Soul still has it.
Last night, during the Kennedy Center Honors, Aretha Franklin graced the stage to perform her song "You Make Me Feel Like (A Natural Woman)" to honor Carole King, who co-wrote the song.
And there were a ton of celebrities and other notable public figures in the audience — President Barack Obama, Viola Davis, etc.
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Aretha's performance was sublime and the audience's reaction was a beautiful sight to see.
Killing it.
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The president shed a tear.
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Viola Davis had a praise and worship moment.
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The Fan Art For "Star Wars: The Force Awakens" Is Staggeringly Beautiful
The Force is strong with these ones.
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Will You Get A Free Car From Oprah Or A Free Tub Of Vaseline From Tyra?
You get a freebie! And you get a freebie! Everybody gets a freebie!
19 Times Barney Stinson Was The Real Romantic On "How I Met Your Mother"
Seriously, Ted, take notes.
When he admitted that even one single day without conversing with Robin just plain sucks.
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When he changed the whole gang's perspective on falling in love.
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When he *fake* professed his love for Robin to help her break up with Nick, but everyone knew that he was speaking from his heart.
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When you could actually see Barney fail to contain his smile right after he FINALLY married the woman he loved.
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Thứ Ba, 29 tháng 12, 2015
Here’s What Some Of The Biggest Stars From “American Idol” Look Like Now
Can you believe American Idol XV, aka American Idol: The Farewell Season, is set to air this January???
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Jennifer Lawrence's Turning Point
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To talk about Jennifer Lawrence is to talk about the qualities our society values and privileges: chill, blondeness, charisma. Then there’s her savvy: how she’s managed to shine through two increasingly limp franchises, and how, in between those films, she’s chosen roles that have stretched her, or, at the very least, figured out a way to allow America to love her. In five years, she’s earned three Oscar nominations, including one win. Serena — the effectively straight-to-VOD film from March of this year, co-starring Bradley Cooper — has been effectively excised from Lawrence’s narrative. Because what we don’t talk about when we talk about Lawrence, at least up to this point, is failure.
Her latest, Joy, has all the markers of continuing her legacy: a big, weird, meaty part that allowed her to look great (short skirts, leather jackets) and act loudly. It’s her third film with David O. Russell, the director who, with Silver Linings Playbook and American Hustle, first amplified what now feels like the most essential of J.Law characteristics: the vulnerability, the brassiness, the arresting, if somewhat untraditional, beauty.
Joy suffers from a general mishmash of tone, a misinterpretation of the melodramatic mode, Russell’s profound misunderstanding of the “powerful women” on whom the film is supposedly based. What emerges from the wreckage, however, is Lawrence’s performance. The way critics have been talking about it recalls the rhetoric that accompanied similar missteps by Julia Roberts and Leonardo DiCaprio, the two stars in the last 30 years whose early careers and charisma most rival Lawrence’s. All three were flung into the upper echelons of fame before the age of 25, heralded as blockbuster stars who could act. But it took bad films to see just how good Roberts and DiCaprio were, and it’s taken a movie as mediocre as Joy to understand the same of Lawrence — and how infrequently a star of her wattage comes along.
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There was a period of time during the spring of 2013, when it felt like everything Jennifer Lawrence touched — every interview, every role, every gown, every mug for the camera — made you like her more. That’s what it felt like in 1991 with Julia Roberts.
There was that hair, and that smile, and that coltish way of maneuvering the world. She was infectious, irresistible — people today make fun of her laugh and assertiveness, but back then, she made every other female star of her age look like an amateur. “It is not so much her cascading hair or even her take-no-prisoners smile that makes her such a potent cinematic force. Rather, in the tradition of screen idols since the dawn of time, she manages to seem more alive than life itself,” critic Kenneth Turan wrote in 1991.
The first glimmers of that vitality were visible in 1988’s Mystic Pizza, a tiny film that attracted a massive following, thanks to Roberts’ performance. She then took over a role intended for Meg Ryan in 1989’s Steel Magnolias, where she found herself surrounded by powerhouse names — Sally Field, Dolly Parton, and Olympia Dukakis — and managed to make her performance the central gravity of the film. She was nominated for an Oscar, and won a Golden Globe.
And then there was Pretty Woman in 1990: a trifle of a Cinderella adaptation that so effectively encapsulated the burgeoning and highly seductive ideologies of post-feminism that it, along with some excellent costume design, transformed Roberts into something more like a cultural icon. There are few scenes more emblematic of the ‘90s than Roberts on the poster for that movie — or another image, later in the film, in which she waits, white-gloved, for her prince to bejewel her. It made sense when Joel Schumacher, who directed her in Flatliners, declared her “the hottest, most exciting female star in movies since Marilyn Monroe” — the last female star to so seamlessly combine the whore and virgin.
Roberts was nominated for a second Oscar for Pretty Woman and, with the success of the 1991 hacky genre film Sleeping With the Enemy, became the most bankable female star — the only female star who could “open” a film. The movies were middling at best, but there was a hunger for her, to see what she did next, both onscreen and off. And part of that desire stemmed from her personal life, which involved a stream of on-set romances: first with Liam Neeson, then with Steel Magnolias co-star Dylan McDermott, who was briefly her fiancé — at least until she met Kiefer Sutherland on the set of Flatliners.
The son of ‘70s film star Donald Sutherland, Kiefer was like Hollywood royalty. He was also young, handsome, something of a bad boy — a fitting counter to Roberts’ Southern naïveté. He proposed, and the gossip mags went crazy over elaborate plans for a wedding slated to take place on the backlot of Fox Studios, which was to be made up to resemble “a gardenlike paradise.” The bridesmaids, People reported, were to wear $425 dyed-to-match seafoam green Manolo Blahniks.
But then Roberts called off the wedding four days before, absconding to Ireland with actor Jason Patric — a former friend of Sutherland’s. “Julia is very much Miss Tinkerbell romantic,” a “friend” of Sutherland’s told People. “One minute she’s in love with this guy, the next in love with another.” It was a classic jilting, and the gossip press took hold, alternating between blaming bad boy Sutherland (who was caught with a go-go dancer the following week) and the “ice princess” Roberts.
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That was still the conversation floating around Roberts when Dying Young, a classic weepie of the Fault in Our Stars variety, hit theaters in May 1991. It had all the signs of a hit: Roberts on the marquee, Schumacher directing, and a sweeping love story. But it was also wane and implausible, and critics insisted on dubbing it a flop, even as it grossed $80 million worldwide on a reported $20 million budget.
But the blandness of Young made it all the easier to see what made Roberts different from her contemporaries — and similar to the massive stars of the past. She’s the sort of character that, in the words of the New York Times’ Caryn James, “women liked and wanted to be, and that men liked and wanted to have.” Or, as Janet Maslin put it:
It takes a special kind of person to embark on a two-week road trip, find a charming cottage in a romantic coastal town, set up housekeeping, make a set of new friends and show up at a Christmas party in a strapless white evening gown, something that could neither have been packed nor purchased by any reasonable means. To do this takes a movie star of the old school, the kind whose overriding personality is never fettered by the specifics of a given role. Julia Roberts is that kind of star, and she gets away with murder in stories that nobody else could make nearly so disarming, stories that become Julia Roberts movies no matter who else happens to be on hand.
That sort of automatic belief, and the loyalty that attends it, is impossible to produce. It cannot be earned. It simply is. It’s also foundational to charisma, which can be dampened by a bad script and mannered directing, but doesn’t disappear. And while an abundance of charisma is rarely enough to transform a bad movie into a good one, in Dying Young, it made space for critics to formally recognize that she wasn’t just a happy coincidence of roles and gossip, but something more than the sum of her beautiful parts.
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“Ask the top talent agents or studio executives or producers for the name of the biggest star in town,” New York Times reporter Bernard Weinraub wrote in 1998. “It’s not Tom Cruise or Mel Gibson or Harrison Ford. The answer is one word: Leo.”
At that point, DiCaprio was still trying to escape the massive wake of Titanic, a film that grossed more than $2 billion worldwide and, in one three-hour span, established DiCaprio as an object of global desire. With What’s Eating Gilbert Grape and This Boy’s Life in 1993, and The Basketball Diaries and Total Eclipse in 1995, DiCaprio offered a convincing counterargument to what one would expect of a face like his. And then there was 1996’s Romeo and Juliet — a film that managed to make DiCaprio feel like a live wire and the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen onscreen.
But it was Titanic in 1997 that made it effectively impossible for DiCaprio to do anything (walk across the street, release a major movie) without attracting massive (mostly female) attention. So he appeared in a forgettable historical picture (1998’s Man in the Iron Mask) and made a self-mocking cameo in Celebrity that same year. He hopped from party to party with his now-renowned “pussy posse,” a “mandolescent” who, according to one New York Times profile, would ask supermodels, “Do you know who I am?” He was wasted, a parody of a hot guy in his backward baseball cap and sweaty T-shirts, and would have been a caricature of himself if it all didn’t somehow still feel so very compelling. Think recent Bieber, but with talent that allowed you to make more excuses for his revelry.
During these peak pussy posse years, the consensus was that DiCaprio had the same combination of skill and bankability that had distinguished Roberts less than a decade before. But it took Danny Boyle’s The Beach — DiCaprio's much-anticipated return to the screen in 2000 after two years away, and an overproduced, beautiful dud — for people to articulate it. “All of Mr. DiCaprio’s charisma and the director’s savvy are used to divert us from the fact that there’s nothing much going on,” wrote Elvis Mitchell, in a tone that would characterize the majority of reviews. But those accolades didn’t reach critical mass until he showed up in a bad film — the same for his “shrewdness,” according to the Globe and Mail, in avoiding “testosterone-heavy action films” while accepting those “meaty enough to avoid seeing him labeled as this generation’s Troy Donahue or David Cassidy.”
Julia Roberts and fiance Dylan McDermott
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The same sentiment consolidated in the publicity for the months preceding the 2002 one-two Christmas-punch of Gangs of New York and Catch Me If You Can. “With Leonardo DiCaprio it’s charisma, pure and simple, and if you can define what charisma is, tell me and I’ll bottle it,” Fox 2000 President Laura Ziskin told the Times. Or, as Baz Luhrmann put it, after Titanic, DiCaprio “became global culture, in much the same way as The Beatles or Elvis. I’ve been in mud huts in Egypt and seen two posters on the wall: Leonardo and Michael Jackson. You know 'Titanic' is 'Romeo and Juliet.'" Those two films made Leonardo the tragic romantic icon of his generation.”
Take a look at DiCaprio’s career after this point and you’ll see the wages of that understanding. The middling success of The Beach mattered not at all: As it hit theaters, he was already working with Martin Scorsese and Steven Spielberg, the two poles of the contemporary American film establishment, and quickly signed on to 2004’s The Aviator — making him the first star since Robert De Niro with whom Scorsese wanted to work on a longer-term, collaborative basis. He’d spend the next decade moving up and down the critical and marketable spectrum: Scorsese after Scorsese, with intermittent pauses for Edward Zwick, Ridley Scott, Luhrmann, and a re-pairing with Kate Winslet in 2008’s Revolutionary Road. No one — not even Brad Pitt or George Clooney — has enjoyed his track record in terms of consistent critical acclaim and box office success.
Julia Roberts and fiance Kiefer Sutherland
Bad films helped solidify both Roberts and DiCaprio as stars without rival, but what happened afterward, has, in many ways, differentiated their legacies. Roberts reacted to her status, and the resultant fixation on the broken fairy tale details of her personal life, as a shock to the system. “People talk about this Julia Roberts almost like it’s a thing, almost like it’s a cup of Pepsi,” she said in 1993, after her wedding to Lyle Lovett. “People think Julia Roberts is something they created. The fact is, 26 years ago there was this scrunched up little pink baby named Julia Roberts ... I am a girl, just like anybody else.”
DiCaprio responded to the same scrutiny by giving it the finger, sometimes literally, but mostly figuratively: more girls, more clubs, but never scandal — in part because he was a man, and male stars are given a pass when it comes to living their private lives loudly. Instead of reminding the press he was a person, he shrugged and referred to the press as a “monster you have no control over.” “I was absolutely shocked at how much people [in the press] lie,” he told the Globe and Mail in 2000. “It was a huge learning process for me after Titanic. But I did not want to become a hermit. I needed to live my own life and do whatever the hell I wanted to do.”
There were differences, too, in what audiences would allow of each star onscreen. As Turan noted of Roberts back in 1991, “Her range is not the broadest, but she is peerless within it.” When Roberts stepped out of that range, she was scolded: ridiculed for daring to make herself unattractive in 1996’s Mary Reilly, or for attempting an Irish accent that same year in Michael Collins. When she returned to form in 1997’s My Best Friend’s Wedding, she pleaded with her fans: “My hair is a lovely shade of red and very long and curly the way you guys like it — please see this movie!”
DiCaprio and "pussy posse" member Tobey Maguire at a Los Angeles Lakers Game.
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Which Tom Hiddleston Character Are You Based On Your Zodiac Sign?
“Make love, not war. Unless you’re Loki, in which case, do what you want.” ―Tom Hiddleston
19 Reasons "Step Brothers" Is The Most Underrated Will Ferrell Movie
IT’S THE FUCKIN’ CATALINA WINE MIXER.
The movie had pretty solid nicknames.
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It had characters that stuck to their convictions.
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The complaints were colorful.
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It had beautiful descriptions of Brennan's singing.
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This Is How Old Some Of Your Favorite TV And Movie Characters Will Be In 2016
Hermione Granger is pushing 40!
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In Defense Of Going Out
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The other day, my friend in New York was complaining. This in itself is certainly not remarkable. What got my attention was the subject of his complaint: He and his roommates were throwing a party, and had agreed to each invite a certain number of people. My friend had just discovered that one of the roommates had secretly invited way more than his allotted number.
My friend was furious about this breach of the invitation agreement. “It’s pretty messed up,” he said. This is not a paraphrase. He actually used the words “pretty messed up.”
To me, the phrase “pretty messed up” has always denoted the kind of offense that is so unbelievable that you’re not even going to bother coming up with a better way of expressing how terrible it is. It’s how a Californian might talk about incest. It’s not how I would ever describe a party problem.
For one thing, there is no such thing as a party problem, especially when the “problem” is that there will be too many cool people at your party. This is the very definition of a “first-world problem.” I mean, imagine how someone in a developing country would react to hearing this complaint. They’d be like, “We can’t even have a party because we don’t have water!”
There is no such thing as a party problem, especially when the “problem” is that there will be too many cool people at your party.
And that does suck, but what’s really surprising is that there are actually people right here in the USA who hardly go to any parties — or worse, complain about the ones they do go to. Maybe we should solve these domestic party problems before trying to throw parties in other countries.
I should know: I used to live in New York, where there were so many parties that I would often find myself with more than one party to go to per night. Some people define success by job title or goal weight. For me it’s the ability to be at one party and then leave and go to another party.
I naively assumed that the rest of my life would be one long succession of parties (and some other stuff in between, so I would have something to talk about at all the parties). Then I moved in with my parents on an island in Washington, and the proverbial lights came up.
There was a time when I thought bars were a great alternative to parties. “They’re like parties you don’t have to be invited to!” I would tell anyone who would listen, which was no one, since I was the last of my friends to turn 21 and they were all at the bar.
However, in the years since bars have become available to me, I’ve come to realize that they aren’t like parties at all. They’re more like the United States government: They make a big show about your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, but when it really comes down to it, they don’t encourage talking to strangers. At bars you end up talking only to the friends you came with, which is fine, but not exactly ideal. Friends are just people you’re not interested in sleeping with because they are the wrong gender or have some other gross defect.
Once you grow up a little, you realize that the great thing about parties is that they’re like bars that you have to be invited to. Not only is there a better chance of talking to an intriguing stranger, but there's a better chance you might actually like that person. The invitational nature means that the guests have been put through, if not a fine strainer, at least the kind of strainer that ensures they know what a Facebook event is.
The best thing about parties, besides all the free stuff, is their essential unknowability.
Another great thing about parties is the exchange rate. Where else on Earth do you give someone an $11 bottle of wine and get an all-you-can-drink alcohol buffet plus unfettered access to their medicine cabinet? Japan? I don’t think so.
The best thing about parties, besides all the free stuff, is their essential unknowability. Going into a party, it’s impossible to predict what the night will bring. This is mainly because it’s a private residence, so things can pretty weird before the police are called. Will you fall in love? Will there be roof access? Will they play “Ignition (Remix)”? Will you say something brilliant like, “If that’s the remix, what’s the regular ‘Ignition’?” It’s this potential that makes it almost impossible for me to stay in on a Friday night.
In the last six months, I’ve been to exactly one party, and I only call it that because that’s the term the host used. Looked at objectively, no one with the ability to see and/or hear would have mistaken it for such.
The first sign that this was not a party was when the host tried to cancel the party before it had even begun. He said this was because not enough people were able to come. I’d never heard of such a thing. The reality of parties is that a lot of people don’t come. It doesn’t release the host from their sworn duty to have the party that I was promised via modern blood oath (Facebook message).
The other thing that confused me was the idea that there were people (and I use that word loosely) who weren’t dropping everything in order to go to a party. Remember, we are all on an island with zero parties per square mile; there’s nothing to drop. After considerable whining on my part, the host decided to have the party that no one was coming to.
I was the first to arrive. When you have only one thing to look forward to, you’re probably not going to be late. My hosts, a friend from high school and his wife, were gracious and had a kitten. I brought champagne. OK, it was prosecco, but still, it seemed an auspicious start to the evening. (OK, it was “sparkling wine.”)
Then the children arrived. There were only two, but in my opinion that’s two too many for something that has not been advertised as a children’s party. I felt the possibilities of the night begin to close down around me. Then someone turned on the football game.
Everyone was friendly and the kids were even cute, in their own way, but it just wasn’t a party — a fact that I pretended I hadn’t been warned about when the host tried to cancel. I began drinking at a rapid clip. I was so fixated on my expectations for what a party should be that I couldn't just relax and chat with these nice people. Instead, I was the guest who drank all the champagne she had brought for the host and made fun of football, as if not liking football is a novel position.
I can't get on board with the position that it’s horrible someone invited you to drink in their cozy home for free.
Maybe this specter of dashed expectations is one reason that people (more and more of them every year, it seems) claim not to enjoy parties. They act like parties are the absolute worst, especially around the holidays. “Ugh, I have to go to another party.” I may have had one disappointing experience, but it doesn’t mean I can get on board with the position that it’s horrible someone invited you to drink in their cozy home for free while providing you with open access to their friends and refrigerator.
I think a lot of this has to do with the rise of a certain kind of performative introversion. I say performative because I doubt that a real introvert feels the need to take a quiz about whether they are an introvert and then post the results to Facebook. I find it telling that this introversion does not extend to social media, where these supposedly bashful people have no problem bragging to strangers about being shy. Can you imagine an actual shy person shouting, “I’M SHY!!!” into a room full of strangers?
I have nothing against actual shy people, but pseudo-shy is a breed I cannot abide. You can identify these people because they are always going on about how they watched Netflix all night instead of coming to your party, or are Instagramming themselves swaddled in their bedsheets like overgrown babies. Now, I love bed and Netflix too. The difference is that I feel rightfully ashamed of how much time I spend in the former watching the latter. I would never advertise it like it’s the best thing about me.
When did it become more socially acceptable to binge-watch than to binge-drink?
This intense desire to brand yourself a loser, which includes “I’m such a nerd,” Nice Guy Syndrome, and probably juicing, is most likely a by-product of the internet. Thanks, Steve Jobs, or whoever made that thing! And the worst part about all this faux self-deprecation is that it makes people who know they are amazing (or, at the very least, functionally social) feel ashamed to say so in public. If Carrie Bradshaw had lived to see this sad state of affairs, she’d definitely take a moment to ponder: When did it become more socially acceptable to binge-watch than to binge-drink?
For this reason, when I’m invited to a party, I don’t scream and cry about the injustice of it all, or stay home and Instagram my computer screen. I go, and I make it my business to party like no one is watching, talk like everyone is hard of hearing, and dance like I know how to dance.
It’s not that I think every party is going to be transformative. It’s just that I know sometimes they can be. Any night could be one of those nights where we’re loose, not drunk, but easy with each other and kind, and we’re laughing and just golden. A song comes on that everyone loves, even though they shouldn’t. The crazy guy finally goes home, and everyone ends up on the roof watching the sun rise. By the time you walk home it is very early. You nod to someone coming the other way. You’re young, still, and everything is just fine.
Here's What The Cast Of "Legally Blonde" Looks Like Now
“Hi. I’m Elle Woods and this is Bruiser Woods. We’re both Gemini vegetarians.”
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We Know Your Name Based On Your Opinions About Disney Movies
We can see a lot of things in our magic mirror — even your name.
Which Member Of The Order Of The Phoenix Are You Based On Your Zodiac Sign?
“Time is short, and unless the few of us who know the truth stand united, there is no hope for any of us.” —Albus Dumbledore
This Photo Of A Young Harrison Ford Will Awaken Your Force
May the phwoars be with you.
We know Harrison Ford today as Han Solo, Indiana Jones, and a fervent anti-spoiler activist.
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But before he was an actor, Ford worked as a carpenter – a job that would ultimately lead him to meeting George Lucas, and getting cast in the original Star Wars.
Last week, musician Sergio Mendes shared this photo from 1970 of Ford and his woodwork crew, who had just helped to build Mendes's recording studio.
"The Force Awakens"! Before Han Solo, there was a great carpenter named Harrison Ford. And here he is, with his crew, the day he finished building my recording studio back in 1970...Thank you Harrison...may the force be with you...
Disney Princes With Male Pattern Baldness
Time to buy some royal baseball caps.
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Flynn "not much hair" Ryder
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Thứ Hai, 28 tháng 12, 2015
7 Hot Guys From Music Videos You Should Definitely Follow On Instagram
You can thank us later.
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Remember the hot guy from Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream"?
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The video was shot five years ago but he's still hot AF.
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He also models for Heidi Klum's underwear line.
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Thank you, Heidi.
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Here's What Your Favorite Celebs Wore On New Years In 2005
Plan your outfit accordingly.
Wow, 2005. That was a time. Simon Rex kept his collar wide open.
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Vanessa Minillo got fancy AF.
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The All-American Rejects put on their best leather blazers.
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Paul Wall wanted to remind you of who Paul Wall was.
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Which Planet In The "Star Wars" Galaxy Would You Hail From?
Find out where you really come from, according to the Jedi Archives.
29 New Year’s Resolutions Early ’00s Girls Made
“This year I will master the art of the Heelys.”
1. Buy tickets to a Britney Spears concert. Preferably get tickets where you don't have to sit in the very back on the itchy lawn.
2. Beat your brother or sister at Mario Party. Just once. Or at least get more stars than them in one stinking game.
3. Convince your mom and dad to let you get your own landline. And then once you do, make sure to purchase a really cool transparent one that lights up when it rings.
4. Build up some solid required reading hours with the American Girl or Nickelodeon magazine.
Are You More Nelly Furtado's "Promiscuous" Or "Maneater"?
Overall, you’re a certified banger from ‘06. Win-win!
Here's The Beautiful Detail In "Notting Hill" You Probably Missed
Please excuse me while I cry forever.
We all know and love Notting Hill, the romantic comedy classic. Julia Roberts is a glamorous movie star, Hugh Jackman has floppy hair, it's perfect.
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And we all remember when Anna and William are just chilling in his apartment, admiring his poster of Chaggall's La Mariée.
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It's French for The Bride (hint hint). It's just a nice, sweet moment in the movie.
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Things are good. Anna may be a movie star, but she's finding some much needed normalcy with William.
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