Stop the presses, shave the heads, and someone cue the Ocean’s Eleven soundtrack—Brad Pitt just rolled up to 2025 looking like he took a time machine straight out of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. That’s right, the man, the myth, the cheekbones—Bradley “Forever Fine” Pitt—is once again rocking the buzz cut like it’s 2004 and flip phones are still a thing.
At 61 years young (because Brad doesn’t age, he just vibes), the Hollywood heartthrob was spotted cruising the streets of Los Angeles on May 22 with a head so freshly shaved it probably gave the breeze a standing ovation. Witnesses say the sun reflected off his scalp like it was trying to blind the haters.
The buzz cut, made famous during his assassin-rom-com era (Mr. & Mrs. Smith, a.k.a. the movie that launched a thousand tabloids), is back—and it’s sharper than your ex’s comebacks. Is it for a role? Is it for summer? Is it because razors were on sale at CVS? We don’t know, but we’re not questioning the man who once made eating a shrimp cocktail look Oscar-worthy.
And he didn’t stop there. Oh no. Brad added short facial hair to the mix, giving strong “cool professor who rides a motorcycle and only grades in vibes” energy. It’s giving minimalist, it’s giving mysterious, it’s giving dad-hot deluxe.
While the rest of us are just trying to survive another summer with a working fan and some iced coffee, Brad Pitt is out here time-traveling through hairstyles like it’s his side hustle.
One thing’s for sure: when Brad shaves his head, the world listens. And screams. And maybe downloads Mr. & Mrs. Smith again for “research purposes.”
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Kris Jenner just hit refresh on her face and the internet cannot stop zooming in.
Yes, the 69-year-old queen mother of America’s most glam reality dynasty walked into Paris looking like she got lost in a Snapchat filter and came out looking like a whole new member of the Kardashian lineup. And now—*drumroll please*—her rep has confirmed what we were all suspecting: Mama Kris got a little snip-snip.
It all went down last week when Kris Jenner turned heads at Kim Kardashian’s courtroom cosplay (aka her latest legal appearance) and Lauren Sanchez’s bachelorette bash (which sounds like a Real Housewives crossover we desperately need). But it wasn’t her outfit that had tongues wagging—it was her face, which now eerily resembles Kim, Kourtney, and Khloé’s combined FaceTune drafts.
Fans were like, “Is that Kris or a Kardashian deepfake?” And the answer is… yes. Kind of.
Kris’ rep finally spilled the lip filler and confirmed that the doctor behind the magic is none other than Dr. Steven Levine—aka the Picasso of plastic surgery. The rep told IconicHipster.com, “We can confirm that Dr. Steven Levine did Kris Jenner’s recent work.” Mysterious! No mention of what she actually had done, but if her face could talk, it’d probably whisper, “new season, new me.”
People magazine also chimed in to confirm the glow-up came courtesy of Dr. Levine, who operates out of New York City and apparently wields a scalpel like Beyoncé wields a mic—flawlessly.
According to Dr. Levine’s website, his skills include *checks notes* facelifts, rhinoplasty, eyelid rejuvenation (that’s code for “bye, tired eyes”), body contouring, and breast transformations (whether you want more or less bounce to the ounce). Basically, if your reflection makes you sigh, Dr. Levine can turn that sigh into a selfie.
Kris Jenner is not only the momager of moguls—she’s now the poster child for “don’t age, just upgrade.” Catch her at a red carpet near you, looking younger than Kylie’s makeup line.
Can you imagine The Handmaid’s Tale without Scientologist Elisabeth Moss as June Osborne? No? Well, plot twist — we almost had to.
Turns out, our queen of red cloaks and rebellious glares almost dipped on the whole thing before it even started. Yep, Elisabeth “I’ve Got 99 Emmys” Moss nearly passed on the iconic Hulu dystopian drama.
On The Jennifer Hudson Show, Elisabeth spilled the crimson tea about her almost-breakup with Gilead. And get this — it had nothing to do with bonnets or mandatory ceremonies. It was… scheduling.
“I’m so glad I took it, obviously,” she told Jennifer, while probably making that same intense June face that screams freedom but also trauma. “Thank God that worked out the right way.”
Backstory time! She’d just finished Mad Men — eight seasons of 1960s nonsense and Don Draper drama — and was basically like, “Do I really want to dive into another emotionally exhausting, multi-year nightmare? Again?”
So when Handmaid’s first slid into her DMs (probably via email, but this sounds cooler), she was like:
“Thanks but… no thanks. Love the offer though, best of luck with the dystopia.”
BUT THEN.
They came back. Like a persistent ex who suddenly got a new haircut and found out what therapy is. They offered again — politely, she says — and Elisabeth started to reconsider.
And then came the moment of petty perfection.
“They told me who they were gonna offer it to if I didn’t take it,” she revealed, smirking like someone who absolutely checked the group chat receipts.
And whatever name they dropped? It lit a righteous fire in her Emmy-winning soul.
“Over. My. Dead. Body,” she basically growled. (That’s not a quote, but you know she thought it.)
She never spilled who the other actress was — but whoever you are, thank you for existing. Because Elisabeth’s FOMO turned into full-blown Handmaid’s history.
“I couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else playing that role,” she said. And just like that, June was born. Or… assigned. Or scripted. You get it.
Now, as we prepare for the Handmaid’s Tale series finale (airing May 27), three major characters have already been yeeted into the great dystopian beyond in the penultimate episode. Which honestly feels like a very Gilead move.
Moral of the story: never underestimate the power of spite, petty pride, and perfectly timed second chances. Blessed be the fruit, and may your enemies never get the roles meant for you. 🙏🛐🍎
Well, well, well, if it isn’t Alana Haim and Josh O’Connor giving us a red carpet moment that could only be described as adorably chaotic artsy cinema kid energy™.
These two strutted into the 2025 Cannes Film Festival premiere of The Mastermind looking like your artsy older cousins who just got out of film school and accidentally became A-list celebrities. While most people just pose for the paparazzi like glamorous mannequins, Alana decided to literally present Josh to the cameras like he was the prize on The Price Is Right. Move over Vanna White, Alana’s got this covered. ✨
It was giving “Behold, the man in Prada!” (Yes, Josh was decked out in full Prada glory, because even international art heist movies need a fashion moment.)
Joining this quirky red carpet duo were their co-star John Magaro—who we assume was just happy to be there and not in the middle of a museum robbery—and the indie film queen herself, director Kelly Reichardt. A power squad if we’ve ever seen one.
Now let’s talk about this film for a second. The Mastermind is based in the year 1970, when a guy named Mooney and his two sketchy besties decide to casually waltz into a museum and steal four entire paintings. Like, it’s brunch and burglary, back-to-back. But spoiler alert: stealing the art was the easy part. Keeping it? That’s where things go full “art thief on the run” mode. We love a morally grey king with zero long-term planning skills.
So yeah, to recap: Alana Haim showed off Josh O’Connor like he was a limited-edition vinyl. Josh smized in Prada. Someone probably cried artistic tears. And *The Mastermind* made its Cannes debut with enough style and sass to fill four stolen picture frames.
Cannes, consider yourself officially served. 🎬💅🖼️
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Joe Jonas is out here telling us that post-divorce dating is… scarier than your Wi-Fi going out mid-Instagram scroll.
Our man Joe, 35-year-old singer of “Heart by Heart” (and apparently now, “Heart by Help-I’m-Scared”), opened up recently and said diving back into the dating pool after splitting from Sophie Turner is “scary and intimidating.” Honestly, same.
In case you blacked out during that entire celebrity breakup season (we don’t blame you), Joe and Sophie were married from 2019 to 2023, officially closed the chapter in September 2024, and now co-parent their tiny, adorable humans — Willa (4) and Delphine (2). Yes, they sound like fairy princesses because they are.
Now Joe’s re-entering the dating scene, and surprise — it’s not all candlelit dinners and roses. According to Joe, speaking on a TalkShopLive stream (which is apparently like QVC but with feelings), he was seeing someone and got hit with The Fear.
“It was really scary and intimidating,” he said, sounding like he was describing a haunted house and not, you know, trying to flirt in 2025.
But love, he says, “takes different shapes and forms.” Okay, Plato. Deep. Philosophical. A little confusing. But we’re here for it.
Apparently, the person he was dating was like, “Joe, babe, chill.” (We’re paraphrasing, but spiritually, this is the vibe.) Joe then said, “Well, when you put it that way…” and *bam!* — a song was born. As one does when processing fear, trauma, and affection: write a banger.
“It wasn’t a big deal, but it was a big deal to me,” Joe explained, channeling every person who’s ever cried over a text message that just said “k.”
But hey — silver lining alert! Joe’s learned it’s okay to take a leap of faith. Just maybe not a leap into another marriage with a Game of Thrones star, you know? Small steps. Baby Jonas steps.
Moral of the story: Dating is terrifying, even for global pop stars with perfect hair. If Joe Jonas can admit he’s scared to put himself out there, you can too. Just maybe write a song about it afterward. Or at least a good Tinder bio.
🎁🚶♀️Stop everything: Rihanna just stepped out looking like an actual human present, and we’re living for it.
The 37-year-old singer, fashion mogul, and professional slayer of maternity looks was spotted on Thursday night (May 22) heading to Giorgio Baldi—aka her unofficial kitchen extension—in Santa Monica. What was she wearing, you ask? Oh, nothing major… just a gray dress with a giant bow slapped right on her belly like, “Surprise! It’s baby #3, and she’s the whole mood!”
To complete the look, she wore pink silk ballerina flats, because stilettos are so last trimester, and comfort is couture.
But wait—Rih wasn’t just busy turning sidewalks into catwalks in the U.S. Earlier this week, she jetted off to France like the international icon she is to support baby daddy A\$AP Rocky at the Cannes Film Festival premiere of his film Highest 2 Lowest (and yes, that title probably describes their baby’s future closet shelves).
In case you missed the baby bulletin: Rihanna and Rocky are expecting their third mini mogul. They’re already raising two adorable little legends—RZA, 3, and Riot, 21 months—so we can only assume baby #3 will come out with a Grammy and a Fenty sponsorship.
Oh, and if you thought Rihanna was done being iconic this week, think again. She just dropped a brand-new bop called “Friend of Mine,” which is part of the upcoming *Smurfs* movie soundtrack. And guess what? She’s voicing Smurfette! Yes, Rihanna went from “Disturbia” to “Smurftastic,” and honestly, it tracks.
TL;DR: Rihanna’s out here dressing her baby bump like it’s the VIP at the Oscars, flying to France like it’s down the street, birthing pop royalty, and dropping Smurf anthems—all in a week’s work. 👑💙
Rihanna Wraps Baby Bump Like a Gift and Heads to Dinner Like It’s a Red Carpet Buffet
Barry Keoghan, the Irish heartthrob from Saltburn (aka the movie where you didn’t blink for two hours because what was even happening?!) is getting realer than a group chat at 2 a.m. In a new interview with Hollywood Authentic, Barry opened up about his battle with addiction—and it’s no Netflix drama, it’s his real life.
Let’s rewind to Baby Barry at age 12: his mom passed away due to heroin addiction. Instead of growing up and becoming a jazz-loving, mineral-water-drinking minimalist (you know, like the Instagram influencers want us to), Barry found himself… kinda curious about the very thing that tore his family apart.
“I’m not in denial anymore,” he said. “I get it. I’m an addict. I’ve got the punch card and everything.” Okay, he didn’t say the punch card part, but vibes.
And it wasn’t just his mom—his dad, two uncles, and a cousin also struggled with drugs. Most people would see that tragic family résumé and run the other way, but Barry? “Curiosity is powerful,” he said. Bro, same. That’s how we all ended up downloading BeReal.
Now you’d think becoming a dad would slam the brakes on any chaos, right? Like, tiny baby = clean slate? Nah. Barry welcomed his son Brando in 2022 (coolest baby name since X Æ A-12), but the curiosity didn’t quit.
“Even my own son didn’t stop me from being curious,” Barry said. Which… not great, but brutally honest. He moved to Hollywood and discovered what we all know to be true: LA is basically a playground for beautiful chaos with kombucha bars.
“There’s pressure, there’s a scene,” he said. “And sometimes you are the one who ends up in the scene. Not just standing around awkwardly at the party eating chips, but like… in it.”
He shared some painfully raw memories, too—like being kept away from his mom while she was struggling, hearing her voice through the letterbox (yep, that’s British for mailbox). “We were told to stay in bed,” he said. And suddenly every teen angst phase we’ve had feels like a Disney Channel subplot.
Barry also dropped the mic on some personal battle scars: literal ones. “I’ve got scars on my arms to prove it,” he said. “But now? I’m at peace. I’m responsible. I’m a father. The haze is lifting—and things are finally starting to look sharp and colorful.”
Which is the most poetic way anyone’s ever said, “I’m healing,” and we love that for him.
So why talk about this publicly now? Barry said he wants people to really understand where he comes from. “There’s a lot weighing on this,” he said. And honestly? It shows. Not just in his acting (Oscar-nominated, NBD), but in how he’s trying to turn the mess into a message.
TL;DR: Barry Keoghan has lived through hell, danced with temptation, and somehow came out the other side with a baby named Brando and a comeback arc that could win an Emmy. He’s not perfect, but he’s real—and in a world of filters and facades, that’s the most iconic thing of all.
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Our favorite eyebrow icon and occasional chaos gremlin, Cara Delevingne, pulled a fast one on us (and the entire French Riviera) when she showed up to the premiere of La Venue De L’Avenir (Colours Of Time) on May 22 looking like her usual, fabulous self — no black bangs, no wig, just pure unfiltered Cara™.
This came just one day after she walked the same Cannes red carpet looking like she just stepped off the set of a Tim Burton movie — jet-black hair, mysterious bangs, and all the goth girl drama. But surprise! It was a wig the whole time. Yes, a wig. The betrayal. The illusion. The drama!
Basically, Cara gave us one episode of “Wig: The Series” and then canceled it the next day. Icon behavior.
She hit the red carpet alongside two other goddesses and fellow L’Oréal Paris queens: Dame Helen Mirren, who can summon thunder with a glance, and Aishwarya Rai, who’s been serving goddess-core since the beginning of time.
Fashion check! Cara rocked a custom Ashi Studio Couture dress that looked like it cost more than my rent (times 12), and walked the carpet in Christian Louboutins because, duh. Helen Mirren casually flexed with a Margot McKinney Marina necklace like she woke up and said, “Let me wear a whole reef of diamonds today.” As one does.
Cara’s hair is back, wigs were worn, friendships were formed, and the Cannes carpet might still be recovering from the star power. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s look, where she might show up bald and still somehow steal the show.
Cara Delevingne Rips Off Wig, Shocks No One, Returns to OG Hair at Cannes 2025 with Helen Mirren & Aishwarya Rai
Rom-com queen Sydney Sweeney is playing it cooler than an iced matcha at a Gen Z picnic when it comes to a sequel for Anyone But You. Will we get another round of chaos, chemistry, and questionable wedding etiquette? Well, grab your popcorn and settle into your situationship, because Syd’s not spilling the sequel tea just yet.
In a recent chat with Empire (yes, the magazine, not the galactic one with lightsabers), our girl was asked about a follow-up to the 2023 hit rom-com where she made hearts race and Glen Powell fans rethink their entire type.
Her answer? Basically the human version of the 😶🌫️ emoji:
“You’ll just have to wait and see. It’s not a no, and it’s not a yes. It’s a, ‘I don’t have an answer that I can say for you.’”
Translation: The PR team probably has her locked in a dungeon guarded by NDAs and Glen Powell’s abs until further notice.
Let’s rewind. If you somehow missed Anyone But You (how?), it starred Sydney and Glen being flirty, fake-dating, and falling in love faster than you can say “relationship timeline.” Then the internet caught fire when Sydney and her fiancé Jonathan Davino reportedly called it quits… right before she casually showed up at Glen Powell’s sister’s wedding. In Texas. Like a plot twist written by Netflix’s algorithm.
And just when everyone was shipping SydLen harder than Amazon Prime, Glen and his mom popped up like, “Nothing to see here, guys!” Sure, Jan.
So, are we getting a sequel? Is love real? Will Glen’s mom get her own spinoff? All we know is Sydney’s lips are sealed tighter than a VSCO girl’s hydro flask, and we’ll just have to live in “maybe” limbo a little longer.
Stay tuned, because if this sequel happens, it’s about to be hotter than Glen Powell in a rom-com and messier than your ex’s TikTok comments.
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Lea Michele is teasing something, and no, it’s not another Glee reboot (although let’s be honest, Rachel Berry would absolutely try to pitch that every Thanksgiving dinner).
The Glee graduate and unofficial mayor of High Notes City popped by The Kelly Clarkson Show on Thursday, May 22 (but like, actually filmed it on Wednesday because Hollywood is basically one big game of time travel). While there, Lea belted out Olivia Rodrigo’s “Driver’s License” — because nothing says “Broadway diva” like emotionally destroying a room full of soccer moms with a Gen Z breakup anthem.
This little TV cameo wasn’t just for funsies — Lea is currently on tour, living her best post-Glee pop-Broadway-fusion fantasy. One segment of her show is apparently “What Would Rachel Berry Sing Today?” which feels like the musical version of “What Would Jesus Do?” but with more jazz hands and emotional trauma.
After slaying the stage, Lea sat down with Kelly to drop this vague-but-spicy breadcrumb:
> “I have something exciting coming up that I’ll be announcing very soon.”
Girl. That’s it? That’s the tweet? That’s the tease? Lea is out here playing the ultimate game of Broadway charades and we are LOSING.
Now, Broadway nerds (hi, it’s us) have been whispering for years that Lea might be sliding into a new role in a revival of Chess — a musical about love, war, and very competitive board games. And just to toss some extra fuel on the rumor bonfire, BroadwayWorld.com casually confirmed that Chess is returning to the stage in Fall 2025.
Oh, and guess who’s directing it? Michael Mayer. Yeah. The same dude who steered the ship on Funny Girl and Spring Awakening — both starring none other than Ms. Michele herself. Coincidence? We think not. Conspiracy board? Assembling now.
So, is Lea about to queen her way through Chess? Or is she launching a vegan candle line called “Berry Bright”? Only time (and her next Kelly Clarkson Show appearance) will tell.
Until then, we wait. And we rewatch her “Driver’s License” cover with a single tear rolling down our cheek, Rachel Berry-style.
Buffy might’ve hung up her stake, but the fight continues – this time against meningitis. And yes, there was a red carpet involved.
Two-thirds of the holy trinity of 2000s teen TV royalty—Alyson Hannigan and Sarah Michelle Gellar—teamed up once again, not to battle demons or save the world, but to strut down the red carpet like health-conscious queens at the premiere of Pretty Hurts. (Not to be confused with the Beyoncé song or your post-gym soreness.)
The glam get-together happened at The Aster Hotel in Los Angeles on May 20. And while no vampires were harmed in the making of this film, there was a lot of awareness raised—about meningitis, of all things. (Plot twist: It’s not just that thing you pretended to know about in health class.)
The Lifetime flick stars Haylie Duff—yes, Hilary’s sister and rom-com veteran—as a mom named Julie, whose daughter enters a beauty pageant to snag a college scholarship but ends up facing something far scarier than backstage sabotage: meningitis. So basically, think Toddlers & Tiaras, but with way more emotional depth and slightly fewer rhinestones.
Also spotted on the carpet were Tracy Tutor, Jessica Hall, and Debra Stripe, who were there for support and possibly snacks.
Backing the movie with both content and cash was pharmaceutical giant GSK and its campaign Ask2BSure, which wants you to stop being awkward and just talk to your teen’s doctor about meningitis vaccinations already.
Alyson Hannigan, spokesperson for the campaign and eternal queen of witty one-liners, got real about mom life:
“As a mom, I know how hard it can be to stay on top of everything, especially when it comes to my teen’s health,” she said. “It’s so important to ask the right questions about meningitis risk and vaccination.”
Translation: Between soccer practice, Fortnite, and whatever TikTok trend teens are vibing with today, don’t forget to talk vaccines.
So if you’re into drama, emotions, life lessons, and a gentle nudge toward responsible parenting, Pretty Hurts is your jam.
Catch it on Lifetime, June 28 at 8 p.m. ET — because nothing says “Friday night fun” like a heartwarming PSA wrapped in a glittery tiara.
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Paul Mescal is out here promoting The History of Sound, his new gay romance flick, at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival, and let’s just say, the dude’s not here for lazy comparisons to Brokeback Mountain.
Fresh off the premiere, the Oscar-nominated actor and his director Oliver Hermanus strutted onto the photo call and press conference circuit on May 22 in sunny Cannes, France. (Honestly, what’s the point of Cannes if you’re not dressed like you just came out of a Vogue photoshoot, right?)
So, what’s The History of Sound about? Picture this: Paul and Josh O’Connor (yes, the Josh O’Connor from The Crown) are two music students—who also happen to be lovers—venturing to rural Maine in the summer of 1919 to capture some folk music. Spoiler alert: it’s not just the tunes they’re recording. Wink wink.
But of course, some critics just couldn’t resist comparing the film to the iconic Brokeback Mountain. Because when you think gay love in the countryside, you definitely think of two movies, right? Sigh.
Paul wasn’t having it, though. During the press conference, he calmly—yet with a hint of sass—said, “I personally don’t see the parallels at all with Brokeback Mountain, other than we spent a little time in a tent.” (Which, honestly, Brokeback was mostly about tents, so I get it.)
He continued, “Brokeback is a beautiful film, but it’s dealing with repression,” and added, “I find those comparisons relatively lazy and frustrating. But for the most part, I think the relationship I have to the film is born out of the fact that it’s a celebration of these men’s love, and not the repression of their sexuality.”
Translation: Get your comparisons right, critics. Not every gay romance with a countryside backdrop is Brokeback. Sometimes, it’s just a bunch of dudes recording folk music—and maybe making out in the process. Nothing to repress about that, babe.
Paul Mescal is done with the Brokeback comparisons, and honestly, who can blame him? It’s like calling every superhero movie a ripoff of Superman. Let’s give the guy some credit for trying to create something fresh, yeah?
(Also, how about that tent? Sounds like we need a sequel: The History of Tents.)
Paul Mescal Shuts Down ‘Lazy’ Brokeback Comparisons: “The Only Tent Thing Is We Stayed in One”
This story has everything: Diddy, Cassie, a makeup artist who just wanted a nap, and somehow… Prince (RIP, king 👑). Let’s get into this absolutely unhinged episode of “Real Moguls of Beverly Hills.”
So here’s the tea: Day 9 of the Sean “Diddy” Combs court circus is bringing plot twists we didn’t ask for but can’t look away from. Enter stage left: Mylah Morales, a makeup artist who—according to Cassie—was supposed to be living her best life, napping like a queen, while Cassie hit up a last-minute soirée at none other than Prince’s house (yes, that Prince).
Cassie said she hadn’t even RSVP’d to Diddy, didn’t text him a “wyd,” nothing. But the moment she saw him at the party, she bolted like someone who just saw their toxic ex walk into the same Starbucks. She literally said, “I caught a glimpse of him, so I ran out as fast as I could because I thought he was angry.” And apparently, she was right. 😬
Now back to Mylah, the makeup artist just trying to nap her way through the chaos. Sis wakes up in Cassie’s hotel suite to LOUD DRAMA—like, full-on HBO Max level yelling. She hears Cassie and Diddy in the bedroom having a not-so-romantic confrontation behind closed doors. And no, this was not a “let’s talk it out” kind of convo—it was the kind you hear through a hotel wall and immediately fake-sleep through ’cause you’re not about that life.
Moments later, Diddy bounces from the room like a shady character in a crime doc, and Mylah sees Cassie looking like she just went twelve rounds with a UFC fighter—swollen eye, busted lip, knots on her head, the works. Horrific stuff.
Cassie stayed with Mylah for a few days post-incident, and a doctor friend (seriously, where do people find doctor friends? Is there a LinkedIn for that?) came by to check on her. Cassie, like many abuse survivors, refused to go to the hospital. Sad, scary, and way too common.
Mylah didn’t call the police because she was scared, which, given the vibes of this whole story, sounds completely fair. And apparently, after this traumatic night, she and Cassie pulled a full “we don’t talk about Bruno” and never brought it up again. 🫠
During cross-examination, Mylah admitted she’s done a few media interviews this year (because when Don Lemon and Piers Morgan call, you pick up—or at least text back). She’s also appeared in a couple of Diddy-themed exposé docs, because of course she has. This is 2024-2025, where everything awful gets a Netflix limited series.
Meanwhile, Diddy himself is currently fighting a laundry list of serious charges, including sex trafficking, racketeering, and other horrors that sound like deleted scenes from Law & Order: SVU. He’s pleaded not guilty across the board.
This is an ongoing story, but one thing is clear: there’s way more than Bad Boy nostalgia wrapped up in Diddy’s legacy.
💄 Drama, Diddy & A Nap: Cassie’s Makeup Artist Testifies About Wild Night After Prince Party
Well, it’s official: Matthew Goode, aka Mr. Tall, Dark, and Drives-Fast Henry Talbot, is not coming back for the final “Downton Abbey” flick, Downton Abbey: The Grand Finale, set to hit theaters this September. That’s right — Lady Mary’s dreamy, steering wheel-loving hubby is ghosting the Crawleys again.
To recap for the uninitiated: Matthew Goode played Henry Talbot, the racecar driver who managed to marry Lady Mary Crawley, despite her legendary resting judgey face. He showed up in the TV show, looked good in a tux, somehow didn’t die in a car crash (shocking), and appeared in the first film. Then? Poof! Gone like your favorite character before the Season 3 Christmas special.
So why is he skipping out this time?
Let’s hear it straight from the Goode boy himself:
“I was unavailable for the second because I was doing The Offer,” he told IconicHipster.com. “Then [for the third] I was shooting this. But I also buggered my knee, and I had to have an operation.”
Ah yes, the classic Hollywood triple threat: scheduling conflicts, orthopedic drama, and…vegetable-based self-shade?
“Let’s face it,” Goode added, “he [Henry] was edging towards becoming a bit of a wet lettuce. So maybe it’s a good thing.”
Translation: Henry was turning into a soggy salad of a man and Matthew said, “No thanks, I prefer my roles crispy.”
Matthew Goode is out
His knee is busted
Henry Talbot is officially a soggy side salad
Lady Mary is probably going to have another dramatic staring session on a staircase
Pour one out for the lettuce. 🥬💔
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Check under the couch cushions one last time—because the U.S. government just announced it’s officially dumping the penny by 2026. That’s right. America’s least useful coin is getting ghosted.
According to the Wall Street Journal, the Treasury Department is done playing games and will stop putting new pennies into circulation by early 2026. It’s the breakup we all saw coming but no one had the guts to initiate. Until now.
The Great Round-Up (or Down)
So what does this mean for your everyday shopping trips? Well, cash transactions will start rounding up or down to the nearest nickel. That means if your bill is $7.02, it could either become $7.00 or $7.05 depending on the store’s mood and the direction of the wind. It’s basically coin roulette!
Bipartisan Agreement: Everyone Hates the Penny
The penny has managed to do the impossible—get both Democrats and Republicans to agree on something: it’s a waste of space, metal, and time. Presidents Obama and Trump both side-eyed the penny hard. Trump even went full keyboard warrior on Truth Social, saying:
“Let’s rip the waste out of our great nation’s budget, even if it’s a penny at a time.”
Honestly? Iconic. Petty about pennies. We love to see it.
Wait, So It Costs How Much to Make a Penny?
Here’s the jaw-drop moment: the U.S. Mint says it costs almost 4 cents to make one penny. That’s like paying $12 for a $3 iced coffee just because you like the cup. It’s giving “bad financial decisions.”
Cutting the penny could save us $56 million a year. That’s enough to buy everyone in the country like… a snack. Maybe. Still, a win is a win.
The Mint’s Final Countdown
The U.S. Mint will keep making pennies until it runs out of the metal discs they stamp them on. The final batch of these “penny blanks” has already been ordered—so if you’re emotionally attached to these mini copper tokens, now’s the time to start hoarding.
But Wait—Can I Still Use My Stash?
Yes! If you’ve got a piggy bank full of pennies, don’t panic. They’ll still be legal tender. You just might look a little unhinged trying to pay for a latte with 476 of them.
Meanwhile, businesses will need to update their pricing game and learn how to round. And if you’re paying with card or Apple Pay? You’ll still be charged the exact amount—no weird math involved.
Tax Drama Incoming?
Because we can’t have anything nice, the Treasury is also asking state and local governments to help stores figure out how to still collect the correct sales tax when things are rounded. Spoiler alert: it’s going to be chaotic at first. Expect some deeply confused cashiers and mildly irritated customers.
The penny is out, vibes are up, and America is saving a few million bucks. So if you see a penny on the ground… pick it up. It might be the last one you ever see. Or just walk past it like everyone else already does.
Bye Bye, Penny! U.S. Government Finally Breaks Up with Its Smallest, Most Annoying Coin
WNBA superstar Caitlin Clark might be a basketball wizard, but when it comes to spilling the tea about America’s favorite “tight end meets pop icon” couple, she suddenly turns into a human shrug emoji. 👀
In a recent chat with USA Today, Caitlin was grilled with the most important question of our generation: Will Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce grace an Indiana Fever game with their ultra-famous, sunglasses-inside presence?
Her response? A coy, “Oh gosh, I don’t know. I mean, I hope so.”
Translation: “I’ve signed an NDA the size of a football field and I’m not trying to get Swiftied into oblivion.”
She added, “I feel like they’re also living — they’re in vacation mode right now.”
Which is celeb-speak for: “They’re sipping cocktails on a private yacht, probably slow dancing to acoustic remixes of Taylor’s greatest hits while Travis wears matching linen sets and applies SPF 100.”
Caitlin, ever the diplomatic queen, wrapped it up with: “I hope they enjoy a nice little break out of the spotlight. But I’m sure they’ll be cheering for the Fever either way.”
That’s right. Whether they’re courtside or cozying up in a Swiss chalet, just know that somewhere, somehow, Taylor and Travis are absolutely yelling, “Let’s go Fever!” between sips of whatever drink costs more than your rent.
Stay tuned. Because if T-Swift does show up to an Indiana Fever game? The internet will not survive.
Megan Fox has officially logged back into Instagram, and honey—she didn’t just drop selfies, she dropped a plot twist.
The 39-year-old “Jennifer’s Body” star (and everyone’s goth mom crush) pulled a Beyoncé and casually mentioned she was six weeks pregnant during her time filming the Prime Video series Overcompensating. Oh, and she was 38 at the time. Do the math or don’t—either way, baby bump alert! 👶✨
She revealed this spicy little tidbit in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Instagram Story on May 21. The video? A fan edit of her rocking a cropped top and pleated skirt, looking like she just stepped out of a Hot Topic fashion fantasy. The caption? Oh, just a little “Unplanned but a happy surprise!”
So basically: Oops baby with Machine Gun Kelly (a.k.a. your favorite tattooed chaos goblin), but make it glam.
Then Megan went full philosopher-queen mode with a message that screamed, “Smash the patriarchy and pass the glitter.”
“Please stop listening to the patriarchy. Women are eternal light beings.”
Eternal light beings, y’all. She said what she said.
“We do not have an expiration date. Don’t let them rob you of your power. Anyway…watch @overcompensating.”
You heard the woman. Watch her show, reclaim your power, and throw out your expiration labels like they’re last year’s iced coffee.
In case you forgot, Megan is also the proud mom of three kiddos—Noah (12), Bodhi (11), and Journey (8)—with her ex, Brian Austin Green. Yes, she really named a child Journey. Because she’s always been iconic.
Before this return, she had gone full social media ghost mode, deleting every last trace of her grid—including her original pregnancy announcement from November 11. But don’t worry, MGK spilled the baby beans when their daughter arrived.
Megan Fox surprised us with a new baby, obliterated the patriarchy in under 100 words, and reminded us she’s still cooler than all of us…all before you finished your oat milk latte.
And yes, now you do have to watch Overcompensating. Megan said so.
Welp, things just got spicier than a Nashville hot chicken sandwich at a Coachella afterparty. Kid Cudi, everyone’s favorite moon man and musical philosopher, has officially stepped into the chat—on the witness stand, no less—during Diddy’s real-life Law & Order: Hip-Hop Unit courtroom drama. And yes, it involves break-ins, threats, Molotov cocktails, and a dog with PTSD.
Let’s unpack.
So on Day 9 (because of course this trial has more episodes than Euphoria Season 3 will), 41-year-old “Day ‘n’ Nite” legend Scott “Kid Cudi” Mescudi spilled the herbal tea on what went down between him, Cassie, and a very not-chill Diddy back in 2011.
Here’s the tl;dr: Cudi dated Cassie briefly, Diddy got mad mad, and then things got real Home Invasion: Hip-Hop Edition real.
First of all, the courtroom had a full-on Paw & Order moment when lawyers argued whether Cudi’s DOG could be used as evidence. Why? Because the pupper apparently got super shook after Diddy allegedly broke into Cudi’s house like a rap game burglar in a Balenciaga hoodie.
Judge Arun Subramanian said—actual quote—“He’s not going to testify to what the dog thought,” which caused the courtroom to laugh, because yes, we’ve officially entered “Did Diddy emotionally damage a dog?” territory.
Cudi was ultimately allowed to testify about the dog—but, you know, vibes only. RIP to the pup, who is “no longer with us,” according to prosecutors. (Gone but never forgotten, brave woof.)
Now here’s where it gets straight-up movie plot:
Kid Cudi said that back in December 2011, Cassie hit him up like, “Hey, so Diddy found out we’re a thing and he is NOT happy. Also, can you pick me up? Like now-now.” She was scared and allegedly said Diddy was being abusive. Cudi swooped in like a true gentleman and took her to the Sunset Marquis to get her away from the drama.
Then came the heist film scene: Cudi gets a call from Capricorn Clark (who sounds like either an ex-astronaut or a Marvel sidekick, but was a Diddy employee), telling him that DIDDY AND A FRIEND WERE INSIDE HIS HOUSE.
Cudi’s response: “Motherf—, are you in my house??”
Diddy: “I am here waiting for you.”
Us: 🫠
Fast-forward to 2012: Kid Cudi’s Porsche just casually catches on fire in his driveway while he’s not home. A dogsitter calls him freaking out, and a friend sends him pics that show the top of the car was OPEN—as in, “ready to receive firebombs” open.
And yep: prosecutors say it looked like a Molotov cocktail was the guest of honor at that Porsche roast. Cassie also previously testified that Diddy said he wanted to blow up Cudi’s car, but in a totally classy way—like, “I won’t even be in the country when it happens!” Okay, 007.
Cudi straight-up said he knew Diddy was behind it and tried to meet him for a face-to-face. (Pro tip: maybe don’t invite the guy who may have firebombed your car to brunch?) They met at a hotel, and when Cudi walked in, Diddy was already there—hands behind his back, staring out the window like he was auditioning for the role of Marvel Villain: Diddystrange.
Kid Cudi literally said: “He looked like a Marvel super villain.”
The courtroom, at this point, probably needed popcorn.
So now we’ve got fire, threats, break-ins, a traumatized dog, and a hip-hop feud that plays out like an episode of Succession crossed with John Wick (but with more velvet blazers and champagne).
Stay tuned for the next courtroom episode—because if this trial gets any wilder, we’re gonna need HBO Max to pick it up and cast Lakeith Stanfield as Kid Cudi and Idris Elba as Diddy.
And give the dog a spinoff. He earned it. 🐶🔥
BREAKING: Kid Cudi Testifies That Diddy Broke Into His House Like a Hip-Hop Batman—and May Have Set His Porsche Ablaze Like a Villain in “Fast & Furious: Petty Edition”
Yes, this is real life. No, you are not hallucinating.
So picture this: You’re Jimmy Fallon. You’re hosting The Tonight Show. Life is good. Then suddenly, The Last of Us star Isabela Merced pulls up and casually ruins your ego on live television like a pro gamer taking out a noob in Mario Kart.
On Tuesday night (May 20), 23-year-old Isabela came in HOT and basically said, “Hey Jimmy, remember that time you accidentally friend-zoned Nicole freaking Kidman?”
Jimmy, now visibly glitching like an NPC, replied with the classic panic button: “It’s a pleasure meeting you. We’re out of time.”
Sir, no you’re not. Sit down. We’re unpacking this.
Isabela doubled down, reminding Jimmy that he epically flopped his date with Nicole years ago, when instead of, y’know, flirting or talking, he booted up Mario Kart. Yes. MARIO. KART. The universal signal for “I have the emotional range of a blueberry muffin.”
Jimmy tried to save face by correcting her: “Actually, we played Mario Kart, thank you very much.” As if that makes it better?? Bro really chose Rainbow Road over romantic chemistry with an Oscar winner.
Isabela couldn’t stop roasting: “That’s my favorite clip on this show!” she said, basically throwing his dignity out a moving vehicle.
Flashback to 2015: Nicole Kidman came on The Tonight Show and spilled all the tea. She told the world she was down to date Jimmy—she was single, ready, and available. A mutual friend said Jimmy was into her. She shows up. She’s expecting a vibe. A spark. Maybe sushi. Maybe a kiss.
Instead, she gets… Jimmy in a baseball cap. Not talking. Literally just going “Hmm. Uh. Hmm.” like a man who forgot how to human. Then he fires up a video game like it’s 8th grade and she’s his cousin waiting for her turn on the Wii.
Nicole: 😐
Jimmy: 🧢 + 🎮 + 😬
“So I left after like 90 minutes thinking, ‘Okay, this is tragic. He has no interest. I am Nicole Kidman. What just happened?!’” she said. And then—brace yourself—she added: “Maybe he’s gay?”
Girl. SAME.
Honestly, we don’t know what’s more embarrassing: Jimmy fumbling Nicole like a dropped iPhone or the fact that he thought Mario Kart was a love language.
Anyway, Jimmy, if you’re reading this, it’s okay. We all have our “Oops I accidentally ignored Nicole Kidman” moments. Yours just happened on national television. Multiple times. With a studio audience.
Moral of the story? If Nicole Kidman walks into your apartment… put. the. controller. down.
Nicole Kidman just debunked one of the most pressing mysteries of Met Gala 2025: Did she really cut her hair or was it the ol’ Hollywood switcheroo?
Spoiler alert: It was a wig. A very convincing wig. A wig so good it had the internet in a chokehold for 48 hours straight. But don’t worry, Nicole’s real hair is still very much intact and living its best life.
In a very chill, very Aussie interview with Channel Seven’s Sunrise, the 57-year-old legend (yes, she’s 57 and still giving the girlies a run for their money) cleared up the chaos:
“Everyone’s like, ‘Did you chop your hair off?’ and I’m like, ‘No, I did not,’” she said, probably while sipping tea and laughing at us from a throne made of wigs.
Turns out, Nicole is that girl when it comes to wig life. She’s been swapping hair like outfits for years—movies, TV, random red carpets… probably even to check the mail. Honestly, who is Nicole Kidman without at least one iconic fake hair moment per fiscal quarter?
And if you thought that icy blonde bob with the blunt bangs in Nine Perfect Strangers season two was her latest real-hair transformation? Guess again! That was yet another wig masterclass, courtesy of her character Masha Dmitrichenko, who is apparently in her “Boss Barbie goes to therapy camp” era.
“She’s coming in like a boss,” Nicole said of Masha’s frosty new lewk. “It was very much because Masha has to re-create herself.” Okay, Queen of Reinvention™! She added, “And as you know, I love changing my hair.” Yes, Nicole, we KNOW. We’ve seen it. We’ve been emotionally whiplashed by it.
So, to recap: Nicole’s hair is still on her head. The Met Gala wig lives in our minds rent-free. And Nine Perfect Strangers season two just dropped its first two episodes on Hulu. New episodes hit on Wednesdays, because drama waits for no one, darling.
Now excuse us while we go rethink our entire hairstyle identity.
Timothée Chalamet has entered the chat… and by “chat,” we mean Madison Square Garden. Yes, the Oscar-nominated, jawline-having, dreamboat of Gen Z (and some millennials who refuse to age) showed up looking like a walking Vogue editorial to watch the Knicks face off against the Pacers — and brought none other than Zoolander himself, Ben Stiller, along for the ride.
Because nothing screams “intense playoff energy” like Timmy T and Ben looking like they’re about to drop an indie film called Basketball, But Make It Sad.
It all went down Wednesday night (May 21) for Game One of the Eastern Conference Finals, where hopes were high, vibes were immaculate, and defense was… apparently optional. The final score? Pacers 138, Knicks 135. Yes, it was close. No, New Yorkers are not okay.
Also spotted courtside? A random Avengers-level crossover of Tracy Morgan (probably heckling someone), Martha Stewart (probably judging snacks), and Dave Chappelle (definitely making everyone uncomfortable in the best way possible).
Now, Timmy wasn’t just there for the hoops. This man bleeds orange and blue — he grew up in NYC and has been a Knicks stan long before it was trendy. Like, back when they were heartbreak specialists. And if you’re wondering where Kylie Jenner was — don’t worry, she’s still on the courtside couple roster. Last week, she and Timothée served PDA and popcorn at another game, looking like the most stylish halftime show you’ve ever seen.
Knicks lost, but courtside fashion and unexpected celeb friendships won. We’ll take the small victories, okay?
Timothée Chalamet & Ben Stiller Take Courtside Bromance to the Next Level at Knicks Game — Chaos, Celebs, and Heartbreak Ensue
Tom Cruise just pulled a full “Ethan Hunt” and parachuted* into Mexico City (*okay fine, he arrived normally, but emotionally, we all know it was dramatic) to premiere Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning. Yes, THE FINAL RECKONING. Cue the dramatic music. 🎶🎬
The 62-year-old ageless action wizard (seriously, what skincare sorcery is he using?) was welcomed by a screaming sea of fans at the Auditorio Nacional on May 20. And no, they weren’t screaming because he jumped off a building—this time.
Also gracing the carpet was producer and longtime Cruise collaborator Christopher McQuarrie, probably plotting how to make the next Mission: Impossible take place on Mars. (Don’t tempt them.)
Meanwhile, across the cinematic multiverse of promo events, Tom’s co-star Greg Tarzan Davis (yes, that’s his real name and yes, it is iconic) was in New York City charming fans at a screening in Times Square. We assume there was less stunt jumping and more popcorn selfies.
But wait—there’s more! On May 21, Queen Angela Bassett herself showed up at a special screening in Atlanta, radiating the kind of energy that says, “Yes, I could take over this entire franchise if I wanted. And I might.”
ICYMI: Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning hits theaters May 23, and it’s expected to blow the doors off every theater, emotionally and possibly physically. And for those wondering what Tom wore—he slipped into a slick Zegna suit, probably tailored to allow high-speed sprints and mid-air kicks. 🕶️💼💣
Get your popcorn, your spy gadgets, and possibly a seatbelt. This one’s going to be impossibly wild.
Tom Cruise Zooms into Mexico City Like It’s a High-Speed Chase Scene—Red Carpet Edition 🚁💥Tom Cruise Zooms into Mexico City Like It’s a High-Speed Chase Scene—Red Carpet Edition 🚁💥
Kim Kardashian just did the unthinkable. No, she didn’t launch another fragrance shaped like her body (this time). She graduated from her law school program after a casual SIX YEARS of juggling books, babies, and Balenciaga.
🎓 Kim K., Esquire (Almost) 🎓
On Wednesday, May 21, Kim Kardashian, 44, celebrated this academic glow-up with a backyard graduation bash that was giving Ivy League but make it Calabasas. She even wore a graduation cap — which, to be honest, probably cost more than your whole tuition.
Naturally, the whole event was Insta-documented, because if a Kardashian achieves something and no one posts about it… did it even happen?
Her legal fairy godfather Van Jones showed up to sprinkle some congratulatory wisdom, and Jessica Jackson, her attorney-mentor-legal-hype-woman, got on stage to preach the gospel of Kim’s grind:
“Six years ago, Kim Kardashian walked into this program with nothing but a fierce desire to fight for justice…”
…and probably a full glam squad, but that’s neither here nor there.
“No law school lectures, no ivy-covered campuses, just determination and more casebooks than selfies — and that’s saying something.”
📚 5,184 Hours of Law… And Lashes 📚
Let’s break this down: 18 hours a week, 48 weeks a year, for six years = 5,184 hours of lawyering up. That’s like… a Netflix binge, but with footnotes and legalese. And Kim did it all while raising four kids, running Skims, shooting reality TV, AND fighting for criminal justice reform. Sis was out here doing cross-examinations in between TikToks.
👩👧👦 Family First — Even in Court 👩👧👦
After the ceremony, Kim dropped some heart-melting pics of her mini-mes: Saint (9), Chicago (7), and Psalm (5), all suited up like baby barristers, honoring their late granddad, Robert Kardashian Sr., who was a real lawyer and probably cheering from heaven like, “Okay, Kimberly!”
Oh, and the placemats at the party? Made from her actual law school notes. Because when you’re Kim K., even your doodles and case briefs get turned into luxury tableware.
📝 The Road So Far: One Baby Bar, Three Failures, & One Big Comeback 📝
In case you missed it, Kim enrolled in the Law Office Study Program in 2018 — basically the DIY, hustle-girl version of law school. She bombed the baby bar exam three times but finally passed on try #4 in 2021. We love a comeback queen who can file a motion and a makeup tutorial.
Next up? The real California Bar Exam. Because she’s not legally a lawyer yet, but don’t let that stop her from acting like one on Instagram.
Final Verdict:
Kim Kardashian is living proof that you can juggle fame, fashion, and family while also low-key becoming Elle Woods with a billion-dollar empire. Court is adjourned, and Kim is one bar exam away from turning “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” into Keeping Up With the Constitution.
BREAKING: Kim Kardashian Graduates Law School After 6 Years, Proves You Can Pass the Bar Without Giving Up Your Contour RoutineBREAKING: Kim Kardashian Graduates Law School After 6 Years, Proves You Can Pass the Bar Without Giving Up Your Contour RoutineBREAKING: Kim Kardashian Graduates Law School After 6 Years, Proves You Can Pass the Bar Without Giving Up Your Contour RoutineBREAKING: Kim Kardashian Graduates Law School After 6 Years, Proves You Can Pass the Bar Without Giving Up Your Contour Routine
Plot twist alert, Mulder fans! David Duchovny, aka everyone’s favorite alien-chasing, trench coat-wearing heartthrob from The X-Files, is officially off the market. That’s right — the 64-year-old silver fox just put a ring on it. Cue dramatic X-Files music 🎶
On Tuesday night (May 21), Us Weekly dropped the tea that David tied the knot with his longtime boo, Monique Pendleberry, age 31, which means she’s young enough to know what TikTok is but mature enough to survive six years of dating a Hollywood legend. Now that’s talent.
The secret nuptials were basically confirmed after the couple was caught by paparazzi rocking matching rings in Malibu, because nothing screams “we totally got married in secret” like coordinated finger bling. We see you, lovebirds!
Now get this — their love story began in the most LA way imaginable: a juice bar. Yep. In 2017, David wandered into SunLife Organics (probably for a $12 green elixir of immortality), and instead of walking out with just a smoothie, he left with a potential soulmate. Monique was working there, and the owner just happened to be David’s friend. We’re not saying it was fate… but the spirulina stars definitely aligned.
If you’re thinking, “Wait, wasn’t he married before?” You’re right! David was previously hitched to Téa Leoni from 1997 to 2014. They were Hollywood royalty for a while and share two kids: Madelaine West (26) and Kyd Miller (22), which sounds like the name of a boy band member and an indie film character, respectively.
Anyway, huge congrats to the newlyweds! May your love be as eternal as David’s jawline and as refreshing as an overpriced Malibu acai bowl.
The truth is out there… and apparently, it’s that love wins. 🛸💍🥤
David Duchovny Just Got Hitched and Yes, Love is Still Real (Even at a Juice Bar)
