Joe Biden just dropped a selfie and a heartfelt message—and no, it’s not to announce a new podcast or skincare line.
Over the weekend, the 82-year-old former POTUS (a.k.a. America’s Grandpa™) shared that he’s been diagnosed with a super aggressive form of prostate cancer that’s spread to his bones. Yeah, it’s serious. Like, “Google went silent when you typed it in” serious.
But in true Biden fashion, he didn’t just release a boring press release. He did what all the cool kids do: he hit up Instagram.
“Cancer touches us all,” he wrote, “Like so many of you, Jill and I have learned that we are strongest in the broken places.”
Translation: “This sucks, but we’re tougher than a week-old Philly cheesesteak.”
He also thanked everyone for their love and support, which poured in faster than Starbucks drops new drinks no one can pronounce.
The message hit hard, and not just in the comments section. Former bestie Barack Obama sent some love, Kamala Harris chimed in, and yes—even Donald Trump managed to pause his usual chaos to say something semi-respectful. Miracles happen, y’all.
While Joe faces a big battle ahead, he’s clearly not backing down. The selfie, the statement, the vibe? Big “still fighting, still fabulous” energy.
We’re sending Joe and the whole Biden fam all the good vibes, prayers, memes, crystals, healing playlists—whatever works. 🫶
Okay, STOP what you’re doing and grab your fanciest snack (preferably something French and unpronounceable), because Dakota Johnson and Adria Arjona just served capital-L LEWKS at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival, and we’re still recovering.
The duo strolled into their “Splitsville” photo call looking like they were about to launch a new luxury perfume line called Expensive & Unbothered. Seriously, they were dripping in style, grace, and that “I definitely don’t do my own taxes” energy.
Also in attendance: Michael Angelo Covino, the director/writer of Splitsville, and co-writer Kyle Marvin—who, while not quite matching Dakota’s Gucci glam, were still giving strong “indie film bros who own at least one vintage typewriter” vibes.
And because Dakota’s a multi-tasking legend, she also popped over to the Kering Women in Motion Talk that same day to discuss the film, life, and probably the mystical powers of French cheese. (We weren’t invited, but spiritually, we were there.)
Now, let’s talk about Dakota’s thoughts on Cannes, because whew, they were poetic. She told IconicHipster.com, and we quote:
“Well, truly, I honestly thought I would never go to Cannes. I was like, ‘There must be some weird curse on me where I’ll just never get to do it.’”
Girl, same. We’ve all felt cursed, but mostly by our bank accounts.
She continued with some wholesome festival nostalgia:
“There is something so magical about… I remember the first time I went to Venice… there’s something ineffable in the air around film festivals…”
TL;DR: Dakota gets emotional at film festivals and we love that for her. The glitz! The glam! The vibes! But for her, it’s not just about slaying red carpets and dodging paparazzi—it’s about being around artists who say things like, “I’ve just seen this obscure Icelandic horror-comedy about grief and goats, and it changed my life.”
Honestly? Mood.
FYI for the fashion freaks:
Dakota was wearing Gucci. Obviously. Because if you’re gonna go to Cannes and give existential interviews about cinematic energy fields, you better be in a high-fashion outfit that says, “I drink espresso with my pinky up.”
So there you have it—Cannes got Johnson’d. And Splitsville? Not just a rom-com title. It’s a lifestyle. Probably. We’ll let the movie explain.
Stay tuned for more red carpet chaos and existential glamour.
Dakota Johnson & Adria Arjona Just Brought “Splitsville” to Cannes—And No, It’s Not About a Breakup (We Think)!
Joe Exotic’s husband just did the ol’ prison-to-plane speedrun, and the final boss was immigration. Yep, Jorge Marquez Flores, 33, was sprung from a Texas prison only to be immediately deported to Mexico, faster than you can say, “Hey all you cool cats and ICE agents.”
According to Joe’s camp — yes, he still has a rep, and no, we don’t know how — Jorge was booted south of the border on Friday like a contestant who just got voted off the reality show that is America.
Just one day earlier, Joe (our incarcerated glitter cowboy) took to social media to announce that Jorge had been scooped up by ICE and sent to detention, where they had a little powwow to decide whether he’d stay stateside or return to the land of tacos and better healthcare. Spoiler alert: They said “adiós.”
Joe and Jorge’s love story is wildly on-brand. They got engaged in October 2024 — yes, while both were in the clink — and sealed the deal behind bars in April. That’s right, it was a prison wedding, possibly featuring a bouquet made of cafeteria napkins and a minister who moonlights as a parole officer. Joe gushed on socials, “Never been more proud of someone. Meet my husband, Jorge Flores Maldonado.” Honestly, Netflix, where’s the sequel?
Now, Jorge was doing time for some immigration kerfuffle (details as foggy as a Tiger King moral compass), while Joe is still rocking orange couture thanks to his 21-year sentence for allegedly trying to off Carole “Did She or Didn’t She Feed Her Husband to Tigers?” Baskin.
Joe’s been real about his fears for Jorge’s legal status, and at one point said they were trying to get asylum. But now it sounds like the plan is just to flee the U.S. entirely once they’re both free. Think “Bonnie & Clyde,” if Bonnie had a mullet and a tiger fetish.
Anyway, Jorge’s back in Mexico now, Joe’s still locked up, and Carole Baskin is probably out there somewhere Googling “how to block someone from summoning you in a courtroom from prison.” Stay tuned.
Well, well, well… look who’s out here making us believe in love again! Pete “King of Staten Island and Also Your Ex’s New Boyfriend” Davidson and his model boo Elsie Hewitt just did the thing—yes, that thing where couples get all mushy in public and make the rest of us question why we’re still texting our situationship “wyd.”
The dynamic duo pulled up to the 2025 Blossom Ball (aka a fancy, glittery event for a very important cause: endometriosis awareness) at The Pierre Hotel in NYC. And no, this wasn’t just another red carpet walk—Elsie actually talked about Pete in public. Rare footage. Like a Bigfoot sighting, but make it romantic.
“He is so incredible. Honestly, best person I’ve ever met,” Elsie told IconicHipster.com, while looking like she had literal heart emojis floating above her head. “I’m so grateful he’s here tonight.”
Cue our hearts melting like an unattended popsicle in July.
But wait—there’s more! When asked how Pete supports her through her endometriosis journey, Elsie described him in full soft-boy boyfriend mode.
“Pete sets me up with a little heating pad,” she said. (Swoon.) “And it’s very sweet, and I just eat whatever. I’m like, I will allow myself to eat whatever I want and just snuggle up and watch a movie and get cozy.”
Excuse me while I go scream into a pillow made of tears and unmet expectations. Can someone please order a Pete Davidson off Amazon Prime for the rest of us?!
Elsie ended with this mic-drop of a quote:
“Everyone deserves a Pete.”
And honestly? She’s not wrong. Whether it’s the tattoos, the humor, the unexpected roster of A-list exes, or his healing heating pad powers—Pete is out here redefining boyfriend goals.
ICYMI, these two were first spotted being all flirty and adorable in Florida this past March. One week later, they made it Instagram official—because if it’s not on the grid, does the relationship even exist?
So yeah, in the middle of all the chaos in the world, at least we have Pete and Elsie, heating pads and snacks, and the comforting reminder that somewhere out there, someone will watch movies with you and not judge your snack choices.
We’ll take that win.
Pete Davidson’s Girlfriend Elsie Hewitt Gushes About Him in Public and It’s Honestly So Wholesome It Might Cure Your Seasonal Depression
Welcome to the Cannes Film Festival, where the red carpets are fancy, the ovations are longer than your last situationship, and Jennifer Lawrence is out here dropping truth bombs between glamour shots.
Jennifer Lawrence, our favorite clumsy queen of honesty, showed up at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival serving realness, raw emotion, and just a dash of chaos — as per usual. She’s starring in the new thriller Die, My Love, which sounds like the name of a Taylor Swift revenge album, but is actually a dark film about a mother spiraling into madness. So basically… parenthood!
“It’s Like, Really Hard. Like, ‘I Just Pushed a Human Out of Me’ Hard.”
JLaw, now 34 and deep in her Cool Mom Era, got super real about motherhood at the press conference.
“I had just popped out my first kid and was emotionally wrecked,” she said (not in those exact words, but like, that was the vibe). “Postpartum is basically like being dropped off on Mars, except you’re leaking from various places and expected to keep a tiny human alive. It’s wild.”
She compared herself to her movie character Lynne, who moves to Montana (because of course), loses all sense of community, and promptly starts unraveling like a sweater from Shein. “It’s not the zip code,” JLaw explained, “it’s the crippling anxiety and soul-sucking depression that makes you feel like a total space alien.”
Meanwhile, Robert Pattinson Is Also a Tired Dad Now
Rob Pattinson — yes, Edward Cullen himself — is in the movie too, playing the very confused husband. IRL, he’s also now a dad, and gave major “dad trying to assemble a crib with no instructions” energy during the press conference.
“You don’t really know what you’re doing,” he confessed. “You’re just kind of there, like ‘Do I hold the baby? Do I hold her? Do I hold my own sanity?’”
He said his character doesn’t understand his wife’s breakdown and doesn’t even have the vocabulary to support her — which is exactly what you want to hear from a man holding a baby. Jennifer responded to his whole “fatherhood gives me energy” spiel with the most relatable mom reaction: “You get energy?” (We assume she said this while covered in baby spit-up and caffeine.)
Filming While Five Months Pregnant? Casual.
Jennifer casually dropped that she was five months pregnant with her second kid while filming Die, My Love. Five. Months. Pregnant. While acting out emotional breakdowns and intense scenes — oh, and also while filming some spicy tiger-level naked fight scenes with Rob on day ONE. Yes, you read that right: DAY. ONE.
“Our director showed us a scene of people attacking each other like jungle cats and said, ‘You’ll do it naked, yeah?’” Jennifer said. And Jennifer, being Jennifer, just shrugged and went, “Cool cool cool, nothing says ‘hello coworkers’ like simulated naked rage.”
So, Should You Have Kids If You’re an Actor?
According to JLaw: yes. Apparently having kids makes you a better actor because you now cry at the drop of a Cheerio and feel emotions in 4D. “It’s like discovering a new sense. I feel everything more now — like I have emotions growing out of my skin. Also, my kids basically make all my career decisions now, so shoutout to them!”
Jennifer Lawrence is still that girl — now with more kids, more emotions, and more wildly honest quotes than ever. Robert Pattinson is just trying to keep up. And Die, My Love might just be the most emotionally raw, emotionally naked, and literally naked movie to come out of Cannes this year.
Moral of the story: postpartum is rough, parenting is chaos, and Cannes is not ready for Jennifer’s unfiltered mom energy.
Jennifer Lawrence Says Postpartum Feels Like Being an Alien, Films Wild Movie While Pregnant, and Trades Parenting War Stories With Robert Pattinson at CannesJennifer Lawrence Says Postpartum Feels Like Being an Alien, Films Wild Movie While Pregnant, and Trades Parenting War Stories With Robert Pattinson at CannesJennifer Lawrence Says Postpartum Feels Like Being an Alien, Films Wild Movie While Pregnant, and Trades Parenting War Stories With Robert Pattinson at Cannes
Pedro Pascal is not here to play it safe, stay quiet, or politely sip rosé on the French Riviera while fascism flirts with the spotlight.
The 50-year-old daddy of the internet—and apparently, now of dusty Westerns—pulled up to the 2025 Cannes Film Festival looking like he just walked off the set of a spaghetti Western shot on Mars. He was there to premiere Eddington, a politically-charged cowboy showdown of a movie directed by master of “WTF did I just watch?” Ari Aster. Naturally, someone asked the obvious: “Pedro, you nervous about heading back to the U.S. after starring in a movie that basically calls out Trump’s immigration policies with a flaming megaphone?”
Pedro, never one to shrink from drama (he was in The Last of Us, after all), responded with the kind of mic-drop energy that made the room collectively clutch its pearls and applaud.
“Fear is how they win. Keep telling stories. Keep expressing yourself. Keep fighting to be who you are. F–k the people who try to make you scared. Fight back. This movie is my way of doing that. Don’t let them win.”
🔥🔥🔥 SIR.
But he didn’t stop there. He went full heart-on-sleeve mode, opening up about his own immigrant story like he was delivering the emotional monologue in the third act of an Oscar-bait biopic.
“I’m an immigrant. My parents were refugees from Chile. We had to run from a dictatorship. We got asylum in Denmark, then came to the U.S., where I was lucky enough to grow up,” he shared, probably while making half the room misty-eyed and the other half want to call their moms.
He made it clear: he’s not just playing the part of a man fighting for justice on screen—he’s lived it. And he’s not about to let anyone, especially politicians with bad tans and worse policies, tell him—or anyone else—who belongs.
Meanwhile, the film Eddington is shaping up to be a yeehaw-fueled powder keg of small-town tension, featuring a sheriff-vs-mayor showdown that turns neighbors into enemies faster than you can say “pass the popcorn.” With Joaquin Phoenix, Emma Stone, and Austin Butler in the mix, this movie is basically the Avengers of indie Westerns—but with more moral ambiguity and, probably, more dust.
Pedro Pascal is still the king of cool, Eddington sounds like a rootin’-tootin’ allegory for our times, and if anyone tries to silence your story, just remember Pedro’s advice: F-bombs and fight back.
Yeehaw, revolution-style. 🤠💥🇺🇸
Pedro Pascal Claps Back at Fear with F-Bombs and Cowboy Swagger at Cannes: ‘Don’t Let the Jerks Win’ 🤠🔥
Sarah Silverman is out here reminding us all that sometimes getting fired from your dream job just means you’re about to meet a very tall redhead who saves your career.
In a recent chat with the Sultan of Overshares himself, Howard Stern, Sarah spilled the tea on her blink-and-you-missed-it stint on Saturday Night Live. The year was 1993: grunge was in, pagers were cool, and Sarah Silverman was a fresh-faced comic ready to take on late-night sketch comedy. Spoiler alert: the sketch comedy took her out first.
“I was totally thrown for a loop when I got fired,” Sarah said, adding that she found out in the most dramatic way possible — an ambush call from all her agents at the same time. (Nothing screams “you’re done” like a group call from people who usually can’t agree on lunch.)
“They were like, ‘Yeah, you’re fired.’ And I was like, ‘Wait, is this a prank? Am I on Candid Camera? Where’s Ashton?’” she joked. (Okay, she didn’t say that last part, but spiritually, she did.)
Turns out, Sarah’s one-and-done season at SNL was less “big break” and more “big oof.” But when one door closes, another one opens — and behind that door was Conan O’Brien, America’s beloved talk show host who looks like a friendly giraffe and tells jokes like one too.
“Conan was the best thing for me,” Sarah said, practically throwing verbal rose petals at his freckled feet. “Even after I got fired, he kept putting me on his show. It was like he saw potential in me—or he just needed guests who’d work for scale and snacks.”
Conan, who was also in his first year at Late Night, basically became her fairy godginger. With his help, Sarah found her comedic voice, got a fresh start, and proved that getting axed from SNL isn’t a career-ender—it’s just a dramatic plot twist.
But let’s be real: it wasn’t all giggles and green rooms. Sarah also opened up about how intense SNL could be behind the scenes. “It’s magical,” she said, “but it’s also like being in a pressure cooker that judges you and wears a Lorne Michaels mask.” She described the vibe as constant panic, kind of like being in high school again, but everyone’s wearing wigs and yelling about cue cards.
“It’s hard to be zen at SNL. You walk in, and suddenly you’re like, ‘Am I funny? Do I have legs? Who am I?!’” she joked.
So the moral of the story? Getting fired sucks — but sometimes, it leads to Conan O’Brien putting you on national television, and that’s honestly the best severance package anyone could ask for.
Carey Hart has done it again! Yes, Pink’s husband, legendary motocross madman and walking X-ray folder, just added another chapter to his “Oops, I did a flip and forgot to land it” saga.
The 49-year-old daredevil took to Instagram this weekend to share the tale of his latest “oopsie-daisy-I-no-longer-have-a-functional-gut” moment. Spoiler alert: it’s gnarly.
“Welp, I ran out of talent 🤦🏻♂️🤣,” Carey casually dropped, as if talent was a phone battery and he just forgot to charge it overnight. He then described his very chill Thursday morning that turned into Mortal Kombat: Organ Edition. “I had a pretty nasty get-off. Landed off a jump, bars knifed, and took the bar to the gut while going over the bars.”
Translation: He performed an unplanned magic trick where he turned a motorcycle into a gut-punching weapon. Ta-da!
And because Carey doesn’t just break bones—he breaks records in the “How TF Are You Still Alive?” department—he added, oh-so-casually:
“Severed my small intestine from my colon. I’m fine and will recover from this.”
Sir. That’s not “fine.” That’s “season finale cliffhanger” level.
Of course, he had to shout out his ride-or-die wife, Pink, for once again becoming Nurse Ratched in a hoodie.
“Huge thanks to @pink. As always does in these situations w/ me, she steps up and takes charge at the hospital. Sorry to put you through this, yet again 🤣.”
Translation: “Hey babe, remember how you said you didn’t wanna spend your weekend in the ER again? LOL, surprise!”
Also, bonus points to their kids, Willow and Jameson, for popping by like, “Hey Dad, please stop trying to become a cyborg.”
“Gonna rest up this week,” Carey said, clearly still attached to the idea that rest is a thing he allows himself. “Sorry to everyone I ghosted over the last couple days. There was a good reason for it 🤣🤣.”
Yes. Being stabbed in the gut by your own handlebars is a certified doctor’s note. We’ll allow it.
We’re just happy he’s okay and back on his couch, wrapped in bandages and life lessons. And Pink? Girl, you deserve a medal, a spa day, and maybe a husband who sticks to chess.
In the meantime, someone please hide his keys and bubble-wrap the entire state of California.
Get well soon, Carey! Please… like, seriously soon.
Victoria Justice, aka our forever teen queen from Victorious, just opened up about the time the internet decided to cancel her… for saying four words. That’s right — she simply said, “I think we all sing,” and the internet responded like she committed a felony in song form.
Let’s rewind to 2010, the golden era of side bangs and questionable fashion. Victoria and her Victorious castmates — Ariana Grande, Elizabeth Gillies, and Daniella Monet — were in an interview. Liz was hyping up Ariana’s musical talent like she was pitching her for a Grammy:
“Ariana sings everything. Like, I’m not even sure she remembers how to speak like a human anymore. She probably sings her Chipotle order.”
Then Daniella hopped on the compliment train like, “Omg Liz, you sing so well too!”
Cue Victoria, who calmly, confidently, and with the power of a thousand memes, said: “I think we all sing.”
That’s it. That’s the line. That’s the entire moment that broke the internet seven years later. In 2017, the clip re-emerged like a zombie meme and suddenly, people were acting like Victoria personally sabotaged Ariana’s vocal cords.
Now, in 2025, Victoria’s finally breaking her silence on Last Meals, a show where people eat food and spill tea, which is honestly a dream combo.
“First of all, it’s true. We ALL sang. I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t being salty. It was just a very accurate, very factual group karaoke observation,” Victoria explained, clearly still recovering from the trauma of being Twitter’s main character that day.
She went on to say that the whole thing exploded because some media outlet needed something to post between Kim Kardashian skincare launches and avocado toast tutorials:
“It must’ve been a slow news day. They dragged this old clip out of the crypt like, ‘Victoria Justice is jealous of Ariana!’ And I’m like… bro, I was 16. I was wearing glitter eyeliner and eating Hot Cheetos. Relax.”
But it didn’t stop at petty internet drama. Oh no. It got dark. Like season-three-of-Euphoria dark.
“People were sending me death threats! Like… actual threats over a sentence I said before I could legally drive,” she said. Even her poor mom got spooked. “My mom was reading comments like, ‘They want to WHAT to my daughter?!’”
Despite the digital chaos, Victoria has officially reached the “IDGAF” level of zen:
“Now, I’m like whatever. I say ‘I think we all sing’ as a joke myself. I’m in on the meme. Roast me, it’s fine. Just maybe don’t threaten to murder me over it next time?”
The internet has no chill, Victoria has the patience of a saint, and yes, they all sing.
Oh, and by the way — Victorious reboot? Confirmed. So brush off your old iCarly references and prepare your teen drama heart. Justice is coming (again).
Hollywood veteran and gravel-voiced brooder Sean Penn has spoken: Jennifer Lawrence is it. Like, the final Pokémon evolution of movie stars. The Endgame. The Beyoncé of the big screen. According to Penn, the factory that made shiny, charming, wildly bankable stars ran out of juice right after J-Law rolled off the assembly line. He basically told us, “That’s it! No refunds, no exchanges.”
On The Louis Theroux Podcast (yes, even Louis has a podcast now — welcome to 2025), the Mystic River star waxed poetic about Jen like she was the last working lightbulb in Hollywood’s chandelier. “Probably the last movie star,” he said, as if he were Gandalf solemnly handing off the last flickering torch of charisma.
Now, in classic Sean Penn fashion, things got a little spicy — and weird. He admitted that sometimes, he watches performances by young actors so good that he considers quitting acting altogether and becoming… wait for it… an accountant. That’s right. Sean “I played Harvey Milk” Penn doing taxes in a tiny cubicle. Picture that. Take a moment.
BUT — and here’s the kicker — he was not talking about Timothée Chalamet when he said that. In fact, he straight-up confessed he’s never seen the guy act. Not in Call Me By Your Name, not in Dune, not even in that Apple TV+ ad where Timothée just stares longingly at every streaming show except his. Nothing.
So, either Sean’s been too busy watching Jennifer Lawrence fall up stairs at the Oscars on repeat, or he thinks Timothée is just a particularly stylish intern who keeps showing up to red carpets by mistake.
Meanwhile, Jennifer’s out here still proving her stardom in a new film Die, My Love, which just premiered at Cannes. No word yet on whether Penn saw it. But let’s be real — unless it has Jennifer Lawrence dramatically eating snacks while crying in a bathroom, it might not meet his exacting “movie star” criteria.
Jennifer = the final boss of fame. Timothée = still loading in Sean Penn’s mental hard drive.
Sonja Morgan has once again proven that chaos follows her like a designer purse on clearance day. The Real Housewives of New York City alum made headlines (and a paramedic’s night) after being spotted leaving a Florida restaurant not in an Uber, but dramatically splayed across a stretcher. Because why walk out of dinner when you can ride out like a diva?
Here’s the play-by-play from the Real Housewives Emergency Room (RH-ER™):
On the fateful evening of May 15, 61-year-old Sonja Morgan was dining at Echo restaurant in swanky Palm Beach. Cut to 9:45 p.m.—lights! sirens! paparazzi!—as Miss Morgan was wheeled out like the finale act in a Broadway play none of us paid for. And yes, the photos landed straight into TMZ’s greedy little hands.
So what happened? Did Sonja trip on a sushi roll? Get into a lightsaber fight with a shrimp tempura? Not quite.
According to Queen Sonja herself, she was just being a good Samaritan. In a statement to IconicHipster.com, she said she sprang into action when an elderly diner appeared to be in distress. In the process of being Florence Nightingale in heels, she allegedly sustained some “minor injuries.” We’re guessing it was a pulled ego.
“Out of an abundance of caution,” she said, she rode with the EMTs to get checked out. Translation: If you’re going to be dramatic, go all the way.
But wait, the plot thickens faster than a Housewives reunion argument.
Captain William Rothrock of the Palm Beach Police confirmed that yes, officers responded to the restaurant. But here’s where things take a left turn into Bravo-level messiness: the hotel that owns the restaurant—The Breakers—slapped Sonja with a written trespass warning. Basically, they politely told her, “You can’t sit with us.”
TMZ says she refused to sign it, like the true reality rebel she is. Police were like, “Eh, can’t prove it,” and we were like, “Oh, Sonja, never change.”
Sonja insisted she didn’t want to leave the scene because she was committed to helping the person in distress. A source added she was very vocal with police—like, fifteen full minutes of vocal.
Let’s be real: Sonja’s life is 30% brunch, 40% drama, and 100% iconic.
Now here’s where things go from Housewives to House of Chaos. This little ambulance joyride comes just days after another messy incident in NYC. Apparently, Sonja waltzed into Tucci restaurant, ordered up nearly $1,000 worth of food, and then pulled a dine-and-dash—allegedly. According to witnesses, when asked to pay the bill, Sonja hit ‘em with:
“I don’t pay. People pay me to go to restaurants.”
Ma’am?!
Tucci’s owner Max Tucci (nepo name?) said there was no agreement for a comped meal and that Sonja’s tipping habits were more disappointing than a low-season episode of RHONY. He added that Sonja’s behavior was consistent with “past behavior.” Ouch.
Sonja later blamed that fiasco on a “miscommunication,” saying she paid and tipped after being called back—like she’s a celebrity guest star who had to check her schedule before settling a tab.
Ambulance ride? ✅
Trespass warning? ✅
Dine-and-dash allegations? ✅
Still somehow the main character? ✅✅✅
Sonja Morgan may no longer hold a golden apple, but she sure as heck knows how to keep the drama fruity and fabulous.
Coming soon to Bravo: The Real EMTs of Palm Beach.
Sonja Morgan Rides an Ambulance Like It’s a Party Limo After Palm Beach DramaSonja Morgan Rides an Ambulance Like It’s a Party Limo After Palm Beach Drama
Joe Jonas, aka everyone’s favorite Jonas who didn’t marry a Queen of the North, was caught caffeinating and congregating with pals on a chill L.A. afternoon — because nothing screams rockstar lifestyle like overpriced oat milk lattes under the California sun.
The 35-year-old singer (yes, you’re old now, we all are) was seen giggling and sipping outside Maru Cafe like he didn’t have a care in the world — or maybe he was just buzzed off espresso and pure serotonin. The vibes? Immaculate.
Joe stepped out in what can only be described as “hot yoga dad chic”: a light orange hoodie (basically traffic cone couture) and black running shorts that whispered, I work out, but also nap aggressively.
But hold on to your reusable coffee cups — Joey’s got more brewing than just his latte. He’s dropping his second solo album, Music for People Who Believe in Love, on May 23. Which, by the way, sounds like the title of a motivational candle from Target, and we’re here for it.
If you’re thinking, Wait, what about Nick and Kevin?, don’t worry — Joe explained in a new interview that he’s flying solo for this one. Apparently, some songs are just too romantic, too raw, too Joe to share sibling-style.
Fear not, Jonas stans! The brothers are still reuniting for the JONAS 20: Living the Dream Tour — which sounds like a nostalgic fever dream and we are SO in. They’ll be performing Jonas Brothers classics, solo bangers, DNCE jams (yes, “Cake by the Ocean” is back, baby), and even that one time Nick tried to be in a band called “Nick Jonas and the Administration.” (Still iconic. Still confusing.)
Joe Jonas drank coffee, looked cozy, laughed in public, and is about to drop a love album. Meanwhile, we’re just trying to remember where we left our AirPods.
Joe Jonas Spotted Coffee-ing & Thriving in L.A. While Dressed Like a Trendy Traffic Cone
Detective Olivia Benson just went full Maury Povich on us in real life. Mariska Hargitay, our queen of justice and the only person who can glare someone into confessing a felony, just revealed a jaw-dropping family secret 30 years in the making.
And no, this is not a Law & Order episode. This is real life drama. Like, ancestry-dot-com-but-make-it-Hollywood-level drama.
So, here’s the tea: for years, everyone and their grandmother believed that Mariska’s dad was Hungarian beefcake and fitness legend Mickey Hargitay (you know, the guy who could lift a Buick with his pinky). But surprise! Turns out Mariska’s biological dad is actually… an Italian crooner named Nelson Sardelli. That’s right. Mickey may have raised her, but Nelson technically gets the DNA credit.
The reveal comes in her brand-new documentary My Mom Jayne—a deep dive into the glitzy and tragic life of her iconic mom, Jayne Mansfield. Turns out Jayne and Nelson had a steamy romance back in 1963, and—boom—Mariska was born in 1964. Yeah, you do the math.
Mariska says she basically figured it all out at 25 just by seeing a photo of Nelson Sardelli and going, “Wait a second…why does this man have my entire face?”
The Plot Thickens at Cannes
So, this week, she rolled out the documentary at the Cannes Film Festival (because obviously this kind of tea needs a red carpet), and then told IconicHipster.com what it was like meeting Nelson for the first time—at age 30.
His first words? “I’ve been waiting 30 years for this moment.”
Her reaction? Full-on “Benson Mode.”
“I went full Olivia Benson on him,” she said. “I was like, ‘I don’t want anything, I don’t need anything from you… I have a dad.’” Cold. Hard. Facts.
That dad was Mickey, who passed away in 2006. Jayne, tragically, died in a car accident back in 1967 when Mariska was just three. She says Jayne probably stayed with Mickey because he provided stability—and let’s face it, abs for days.
“I’m Mickey Hargitay’s Daughter. That Is Not a Lie.”
Mariska made it clear that, DNA aside, Mickey is her father. The guy was her rock. The documentary is basically her cinematic love letter to him, with extra tear-jerking nostalgia and vintage Hollywood glamour.
And why spill the beans now? She said she’d spent her whole life feeling like something didn’t add up. Identity crises, mystery genes, all that fun stuff. So this was her way of saying: “No more secrets. Let’s all exhale.”
But Wait, There’s More!
Mariska isn’t an only child in this DNA sudoku. She has four siblings—Zoltan (great name), Mickey Jr., Jayne Jr. (yes, another one), and Tony. They all came from different husbands Jayne collected like limited edition Barbie dolls.
The whole squad—including the not-so-secret-anymore Nelson AND his two daughters—showed up for the documentary. And get this: Nelson’s daughters watched the film and sobbed. Like, ugly-cried. Mariska said, “They just wept and wept and wept. These two women that I love so much—I made them secrets!” BRB, grabbing tissues.
The Final Word from Detective Benson Herself:
“I’m not good with lies,” she said. “So I made this movie to unburden all of us.”
Mariska, you’re a queen. A truth-telling, crime-fighting, lie-busting queen. And somewhere out there, Olivia Benson is nodding in solemn approval.
✨Justice has been served. And also…maybe a little gelato.✨
Mariska Hargitay Just Dropped the Plot Twist of the Decade, and We’re Still Picking Our Jaws Off the Floor
Julia Roberts, America’s Sweetheart and the only person who could rock both a ball gown and a panic attack in Pretty Woman, has just suffered a heartbreaking loss — her fur baby Myrtle has passed away at the jaw-dropping age of 19. Yes, nineteen. That’s 133 in dog years. That’s practically Gandalf-level wisdom in canine terms.
On Friday, Julia, 57, hopped on Instagram to break the sad news, posting a photo of the iconic pup lounging outdoors on blankets like the regal legend she was. She captioned it with the tribute: “Our Myrtle. A Legend. 2006–2025 👑”
Short. Poetic. Devastating. Honestly, someone call Taylor Swift — this needs to be a song.
Julia’s husband, Danny Moder (aka Myrtle’s full-time cuddle consultant and part-time pizza bodyguard), also paid his respects with a message that deserves its own Hallmark card: “The definition of Fierce Loyalty, even if she bit the pizza man once.”
Honestly? Same, girl. We’ve all wanted to bite the pizza man when he forgets the garlic sauce.
He went on to honor Myrtle with her full, dignified title: “RIP Mytlle…aka Myrtle Von Mertzenberger. 🩵💛🧡”
A name that sounds like she ran a successful bakery in Vienna and also solved mysteries in her spare time. Icon behavior.
Myrtle lived through four presidents, TikTok being invented, the entire Twilight franchise, and that one time we all pretended to like kale. A true survivor. She gave cuddles, side-eyes, and apparently one very memorable nibble to a delivery guy.
Meanwhile, in unrelated but also heart-melting news, Danny recently posted a rare photo of Julia with their three kids — son Henry (17) and 20-year-old twins Hazel and Phinnaeus (yes, that name still slaps). Clearly, the Roberts-Moder household is full of love, chaos, and probably a few more dog beds than necessary.
Rest in peace, Myrtle Von Mertzenberger. May your next life be filled with endless treats, warm blankets, and a pizza man who knows better.
Salma Hayek is out here living her best Tía Goals life, and honestly? We should all be so lucky.
The 58-year-old ageless goddess (seriously, what fountain is she drinking from?) hit up the launch party for her 2025 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit cover on Thursday night (May 15) at the Hard Rock Hotel in NYC — because, yes, she’s still slaying swimsuits while most of us are winded from climbing stairs.
While floating into the party like the queen she is, Salma dished to IconicHipster.com that she’s not just BFFs with Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds — she’s basically a bonus family member. “I got to go play with the kids,” she said. “They got to see tía Salma.” (Translation: She’s that fabulous aunt who shows up with snacks, speaks fluent Spanish, and possibly has magic powers.)
In case you haven’t memorized the Lively-Reynolds family tree (what are you doing with your life?), the couple shares four kiddos: James (10), Inez (8), Betty (5), and lil’ baby Olin (2), whose cuteness could probably cause WiFi outages.
Salma confirmed the little ones speak un poquito español, which is her native language — meaning they’re officially cooler than us. “Especially the little one,” she gushed. “They understand Spanish, and they’re lovely.” Awww. Imagine being bilingual and genetically blessed. Must be nice.
By the way, Salma and the Lively-Reynolds household go way back. She teamed up with Blake in 2012’s “Savages” (spoiler: there were no tea parties in that one), and she’s swapped gunfire and sarcastic banter with Ryan in The Hitman’s Bodyguard (2017) and its 2021 sequel, The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard. Basically, they’ve seen each other in blood, sweat, and Spanx.
Oh, and the Sports Illustrated party? Star-studded and fabulous, of course. Salma wasn’t the only head-turner — Olympic gymnast Jordan Chiles, LSU’s Livvy Dunne, and model/activist Lauren Chan also showed up to strut, sparkle, and make the rest of us question our gym attendance.
Salma Hayek is the chic bilingual aunt we all wish we had, Ryan and Blake are raising a squad of mini-multilingual superheroes, and somewhere out there, someone’s Googling how to become a Hayek-level tía.
Salma Hayek Spills the Tea on Being the Cool Aunt to Blake Lively & Ryan Reynolds’ Kiddos
Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson just burned down the red carpet at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival premiere of their new cinematic adventure, Die, My Love—which, based on the title, promises either passionate romance or someone’s unfortunate demise (or both, knowing Cannes).
Jennifer, 34, Oscar-winner, mom of two, and full-time red carpet slayer, showed up looking like a radiant marshmallow from a fashion heaven in a white gown so angelic, it probably got baptized before she wore it. Meanwhile, Rob, 39, was serving full brooding-but-make-it-fashion energy in a tuxedo so sharp, it likely whispered “Twilight never dies” to anyone within five feet.
The dynamic duo posed like a prom couple blessed by the gods of cinema, while their co-stars—LaKeith Stanfield (cool as ever), Sissy Spacek (icon behavior), and director Lynne Ramsay (Queen of Art House Realness)—cheered them on in their own glam glory.
Die, My Love, by the way, is set in rural America and revolves around a woman caught in a swirling cocktail of love, madness, and probably a lot of yelling in fields. No official release date yet, which is Cannes code for “we’re still arguing about which vibe the trailer should have.”
In bonus hot gossip: Robert recently hit up a Met Gala afterparty with his fiancée, Suki Waterhouse, proving that yes—he is very much off the market and yes—he does attend parties like a grown-up.
Oh, and fashion alert: Rob was dripping in Chopard bling, probably worth more than your entire apartment complex. ✨
Stay tuned for more Cannes chaos and questionable film metaphors.
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Pedro Pascal has officially declared sleeves are for the weak.
The internet’s favorite Zaddy, 50-year-old Pedro Pascal, showed up to the Eddington photocall at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival looking like a walking thirst trap in a sleeveless shirt that screamed, “I did not skip arm day.” Pedro was there to promote his new film Eddington, but let’s be honest, his biceps did most of the talking.
Joining Mr. Arms Out were his co-stars Emma Stone (elegant in Louis Vuitton, obviously), Joaquin Phoenix (probably brooding), Austin Butler (still slightly Elvis-coded), Luke Grimes (of Yellowstone hotness), Micheal Ward, and Clifton Collins Jr. Oh, and let’s not forget writer/director Ari Aster, who may or may not be responsible for the emotional trauma we’re about to experience in this film.
Now, what is Eddington about, you ask? Let me hit you with the Cannes-approved synopsis: “In May of 2020, a standoff between a small-town sheriff (Phoenix) and mayor (Pascal) sparks a powder keg as neighbor is pitted against neighbor in Eddington, New Mexico.” So basically, it’s like Parks and Rec if it was written during a caffeine-fueled existential crisis.
The cast strutted their stuff at the premiere the day before, but this photocall? This was Pedro’s runway. Those arms? Front and center. That sleeveless fit? The real MVP.
Eddington hits theaters July 18 — but if you’re not showing up just to see Pedro Pascal flexing both his political authority and his triceps, we don’t know what to tell you.
BREAKING: Pedro Pascal’s Sleeveless Shirt Enters Cannes Fashion Hall of Fame.
Pedro Pascal Unleashes the Biceps at Cannes, Steals Spotlight (and Maybe Hearts) at Eddington PhotocallPedro Pascal Unleashes the Biceps at Cannes, Steals Spotlight (and Maybe Hearts) at Eddington PhotocallPedro Pascal Unleashes the Biceps at Cannes, Steals Spotlight (and Maybe Hearts) at Eddington PhotocallPedro Pascal Unleashes the Biceps at Cannes, Steals Spotlight (and Maybe Hearts) at Eddington Photocall
It’s time for the latest episode of “Reality Stars vs. Rap Moguls: Who’s Actually Going to Court?” And today’s main character? Miss Aubrey O’Day, former Danity Kane diva, walking headline, and reigning queen of “Wait, what did she just post on Instagram?”
So here’s the tea: the internet went full detective mode this week after Aubrey, 41, dropped a cryptic Insta vid from the streets of NYC—cue the Law & Order theme music. In the caption, she asked, “Hey New York!!! Where y’all think I should head first?” and added the little weighing scales emoji—you know, the one that screams “I might be involved in some legal drama, or I’m just feeling dramatic today.” Naturally, everyone thought she was about to march into the courtroom and spill the Diddy tea.
ICYMI: Aubrey was once in Danity Kane, the pop group formed on Diddy’s reality show Making the Band. Since then, she’s been about as subtle as a fire alarm when talking about her not-so-fabulous experience with the hip-hop mogul, who’s now facing some serious allegations involving sex trafficking. Yikes.
But plot twist! On the “Amy Robach and T.J. Holmes Present: Aubrey O’Day Covering the Diddy Trial” podcast (yes, that’s the real title and not a parody), Aubrey made it clear: “I’m not here to testify for the Diddy trial that I know of.” Sis really hit us with the “that I know of,” like maybe she’s waiting for a subpoena to fall from the sky.
She clarified: “I posted on my Instagram that I was here in New York because I want to make it clear to everyone that I am not here testifying.” So basically, she flew all the way to NYC, stirred the pot, added some emoji seasoning, and then said “but I’m not cookin’.”
BUT WAIT — the plot thickens like bad foundation on a humid day. Aubrey casually mentioned that Homeland Security reached out to her. You know, just the federal agency that deals with threats to the nation. No biggie.
“I was contacted by Homeland Security and I did have a meeting with Homeland Security,” she said casually, like she was talking about brunch plans and not a shadowy government meeting. And then… she dropped the mic. No details. Just vibes.
Aubrey is not testifying.
She is in New York.
Homeland Security is somehow involved.
And Instagram remains the courtroom of public opinion.
Stay tuned, because this saga is serving more plot twists than a Shonda Rhimes finale. 🍿
Kristen Stewart, the reigning queen of cool-girl chaos and Chanel ambassador emeritus, just turned the Cannes red carpet into her own personal fashion-forward slumber party. Yes, K-Stew showed up to the premiere of her directorial debut, The Chronology of Water, dressed like a freshly dry-cleaned dream in a bright white satin short suit, complete with a matching hat. Somewhere, a very fancy chef is weeping because Kristen stole his uniform and made it couture.
The 35-year-old actress-turned-director strutted her stuff on Friday night (May 16), probably powered by equal parts caffeine, bisexual rage, and French croissants, as she debuted her passion project at the 2025 Cannes Film Festival. The premiere went down at the Palais des Festivals in Cannes, France—which is basically like Hollywood’s Met Gala but with more subtitles and fewer Kardashians.
Joining her on the red carpet were her merry band of indie-film warriors: Imogen Poots (still one of the best names in showbiz), Thora Birch (aka spooky royalty), Kim Gordon (yes, the Sonic Youth one), Michael Epp (you know, that guy), and Esmé Creed-Miles, who sounds like she was born wearing a beret and reciting Sylvia Plath.
Earlier that day, Kristen did what she does best: looking like a haunted poet in a semi-sheer ensemble while promoting the film. She radiated the energy of someone who knows what a metaphor is and isn’t afraid to use it.
And now, let’s get real for a second because this isn’t just an “actor tries directing” moment. The Chronology of Water is based on Lidia Yuknavitch’s memoir, which is equal parts raw, gut-punching, and beautiful. According to the Cannes site, the film follows Lidia’s journey from “alcohol-soaked chaos” to “I found myself in literature and feelings” in what sounds like a cathartic emotional rollercoaster with bonus feminism. Basically, it’s like Eat, Pray, Love but with more trauma and fewer Italian carbs.
Oh, and if that wasn’t enough Kristen content for you: she and Elizabeth Olsen (yes, Wanda herself) are starring in a new vampire movie together. We don’t have details yet, but I’m assuming it involves velvet capes, bloodlust, and lots of moody staring.
FYI: Imogen Poots wore a Rodarte gown, because even if you don’t know what that means, you know it slayed.
Kristen Stewart is thriving. She’s directing, she’s dressing like a glamorous magician’s assistant, and she’s bringing feminist cinema and vampire chaos to the masses. Bow down, Cannes.
Kristen Stewart Wears Fancy Pajamas and Directs Feelings at Cannes 2025—World Stunned, Slightly Jealous
Alright, Hollywood’s most energetic action man-slash-aviator, Tom Cruise, is officially fangirling over Ana de Armas’ new movie Ballerina—and possibly Ana herself. (We’re not saying he’s in love, but we’re also not not saying that.)
In a recent interview with influencer Javier Ibarreche, Tom gushed about the John Wick spinoff like it was a couch and he was on Oprah.
“It just kicks a—. It’s right in that tone,” he said, which in Cruise-speak roughly translates to, “I would do a HALO jump just to watch it again.”
Now, let’s talk about the romantic elephant doing pirouettes in the room: these two have been spotted together more times than Tom’s been spotted running in movies (which is, frankly, a lot). Dinner dates? Check. Helicopter rides? Also check. Ana has apparently been borrowing his personal helicopter, which in Hollywood is either true love or just really expensive Uber.
They were even seen out right before Valentine’s Day, a.k.a. Cuffing Season: Celebrity Edition. Naturally, the internet is doing what it does best—jumping to conclusions, starting rumors, and shipping these two like it’s Amazon Prime Day.
Some people think they’re secretly dating. Others say they’re just working on a project. But honestly? When someone lets you borrow their chopper, that’s not just “networking.” That’s at least “soft launch on Instagram” levels of intimacy.
So is it a work thing? A love thing? A “Tom-likes-to-fly-people-around-in-helicopters-and-watch-action-movies-with-them” thing?
Only time, and probably TMZ, will tell. But one thing’s for sure—Tom Cruise is all in on Ballerina, and maybe just a little bit on Ana too.
Well, slap a cowboy hat on a Ouija board and call it a day — The Bondsman, Kevin Bacon’s yeehaw-meets-hellfire action-horror show, has officially been canceled after just one season on Prime Video. 😵💫
Announced on Friday (aka “No New Season Friday” for sad fans), Prime Video gave the ol’ thumbs down to a Season 2. That’s right — no more demon-chasing, soul-searching, or supernatural square-dancing for you.
If you missed the first season (aka the only season), here’s the spicy rundown: Kevin Bacon played a bounty hunter who dies (rude), gets resurrected by Satan himself (casual), and is sent back to Earth to hunt down escaped demons from Hell’s prison (yes, apparently Hell has a prison system — who knew?!). Along the way, he’s dealing with his estranged family, his spicy backstory of personal sins, and, most importantly… a burning desire to become a country music star. (Because why just fight demons when you can also drop a twangy debut album?)
Think Ghost Rider meets Walker, Texas Ranger meets a very confused CMA Awards show. And it was glorious.
The series featured not just Kevin “I’ve danced in barns and now I fight Satan” Bacon, but also Jennifer Nettles, Damon Herriman, Beth Grant, Maxwell Jenkins, and Jolene Purdy. It was eight episodes of chaos, cowboy boots, and demonic drama, all released on April 3.
So what happened? Maybe the Devil got too busy. Maybe the demons unionized. Maybe Prime just realized they couldn’t afford to keep paying Kevin Bacon in sacrificial goats and banjos. 🐐🎸
Whatever the case, The Bondsman now joins the heavenly (or hellish?) afterlife of one-season wonders — gone too soon, but definitely not forgotten by those of us who like our horror with a splash of honky-tonk.
Pour one out for Hub Halloran. And maybe crank some country music in his honor.👢🔥
RIP ‘The Bondsman’: Kevin Bacon’s Demon Rodeo Ends After One Wild Season
We’ve hit Day 5 of the Diddy Legal Drama Cinematic Universe, and the courtroom is officially more chaotic than your cousin’s group chat during family reunions. Yes, Sean “Diddy” Combs, aka the human remix button, is facing a mountain of spicy charges—including but not limited to sex trafficking, racketeering, and allegedly running his love life like it’s a canceled HBO series.
Cassie, his ex-girlfriend and current truth bomb detonator, is back on the stand. And let me tell you… the tea is still boiling.
Court: Now With 90% More Side-Eye
The day kicked off at 9am ET sharp, and Judge Arun Subramanian came in swinging like a substitute teacher who’s had enough. He told both sides to quit playing the blame game and PICK! UP! THE! PACE! Apparently, they’ve been taking longer than a TikTok skincare routine.
The Defense: “Let’s Play This Hiking Video!”
Prosecution: “ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
The defense tried showing a video of Diddy taking a nature stroll and giving strong “self-help podcast” energy. In the video, he says things like:
“Approach everything with grace, calmness, love, and God in my heart.”
Okay sir, but also… not the vibe when you’re on trial for felonies.
Prosecutors basically yelled “UNSUBSCRIBE!” and the judge was like, “Fine, Cassie can see it, but the jury will not.” Sorry, hikers.
Cassie: Not a Rag Doll, Actually Someone’s Child
In one of the most raw moments, Cassie read aloud a text she sent Diddy back in 2016 after a hotel incident:
“I am not a rag doll, I am someone’s child.”
And the courtroom got real quiet. Because WOW.
Confiscated Items List: iPhone, Car, Watch, Human Dignity
Cassie testified that when Diddy got mad, he took everything. Her phone? Gone. Her car? Bye. Her watch? Snatched like edges in a wind tunnel.
Basically, Diddy was out here playing Grand Theft Auto: Toxic Ex Edition.
The Sedona Trip and The Mysterious Tape
Things got even weirder when Cassie found out there might be a video of Diddy assaulting her in a hotel. She was in Sedona at the time, trying to come down from some illegal substances, which—let’s be real—is the most Sedona sentence ever.
Diddy texted her to stay close to a security guy like she was on a spy mission.
“This is crazy don’t let him out of your sight,” he wrote.
Cassie: “I don’t see why it’s that crazy.”
Honestly? Same.
Cassie Audio Tape: 100% Unhinged Rage
The jury then heard an absolutely feral audio recording of Cassie confronting a man about a possible sex tape. The energy? Straight-up Real Housewives reunion meets Law & Order.
“If you have it pull it up or I will kill you and he will kill you again.”
👀
Reminder: this woman has BEEN through it.
Trauma Therapy, But Make It Sci-Fi
Cassie spent 45 days at a trauma center called Willow House, where they apparently hook you up to a machine that regulates your brain waves so you can finish trauma like it’s a Netflix show you stopped halfway through. And no, it wasn’t for sex or love addiction. She clarified that multiple times.
The Freak Off Chronicles
Things took a wild detour into the “Freak Off” files. The defense showed Cassie a 2010 text where she allegedly suggested bringing in another woman instead of a man for their little… extracurriculars.
Cassie: “Yes, that’s what I’m suggesting.”
Let’s just say the courtroom needed popcorn and probably some holy water.
Burning Man 2018: Trauma, But Make It Bohemian
Cassie also dropped a major bomb that Diddy allegedly raped her in 2018 after a dinner in Malibu. They had broken up. She was dating someone else. But she agreed to dinner, and then things took a terrifying turn.
“He was acting strangely,” she said.
If that isn’t the understatement of the decade.
Final Thoughts From Judge “Let’s Wrap This” Subramanian:
The judge made it clear—AGAIN—that he wants this testimony wrapped up. My guy is so over it, he’s probably stress-eating court mints at this point.
Stay tuned, because this trial has more twists than a K-drama and zero chill.
James Van Der Beek — yes, THE Dawson from Dawson’s Creek, aka America’s original sad-boy heartthrob — is officially entering the Legally Blonde universe. And no, this isn’t a fever dream from 2001.
The 48-year-old nostalgia factory announced he’s joining Elle, the new Prime Video prequel series that gives us a peek into Elle Woods’ high school years. Think less Harvard Law and more hallway drama with sparkly folders and teen angst — but make it fashion.
Van Der Beek dropped the news on Instagram like it was a vintage Gucci bag at a thrift store:
“So, this is exciting… I’m going back to work for a bit,” he wrote, presumably after wrangling five kids and deciding filming a TV show might actually be less chaotic. “Super excited to join this awesome cast in such a fun project. Almost as excited as my wife and girls are that I’m doing this 😍.”
Translation: “My family has been living off Dawson reruns for too long. Daddy’s back, baby.”
In Elle, James will play Dean White — the town’s new mayoral candidate AND school superintendent. Because why have one power trip when you can have two? He’s basically the guy who cancels prom and raises your taxes. Can’t wait to love-hate him.
The show comes from Laura Kittrell, and it stars Lexi Minetree as teen Elle Woods, the future queen of courtroom couture. We’ll get to see all the formative moments that turned Elle into the blonde bombshell who took on Harvard in heels and taught a generation how to object with flair.
So yeah, James Van Der Beek is back in school — but this time, he’s not crying by a creek. He’s supervising a whole school district and maybe ruining Elle’s vibe. Or empowering it. Who knows? Either way, we’re watching.
Class is in session, and Professor Van Der Beek is ready to legally slay.
James Van Der Beek Is Going Blonde, Legally: Joins ‘Legally Blonde’ Prequel Like It’s 1999
From red carpets to report cards — she really did it all.
Storm Reid has officially joined the I-survived-college-and-only-cried-a-little club! 🙌 The 21-year-old Emmy-winning actress and professional scene-stealer strutted her stuff right outta the University of Southern California’s School of Dramatic Arts like it was a runway — cap, gown, and all.
In an Instagram post that basically screamed “Look Ma, I made it!”, Storm shared some glam grad pics and opened up about the academic rollercoaster that was her college experience.
“Everyone kept asking how I felt about graduating,” she wrote. “My answer? Pray for me.”
(Relatable. We’ve all been there — midterms, group projects, existential crises at 3AM…)
But apparently, your prayers did work, because homegirl crossed that finish line like it was the Met Gala carpet — divine, dazzling, and probably with Beyoncé playing in the background. 🎶
“There were so many times I didn’t think I’d make it. The finish line looked close, but felt so far,” she said.
(Honestly, the finish line always plays hide and seek when you’re knee-deep in finals and caffeine.)
And then she hit us with the ultimate mic drop:
“But with God? Anything is possible.” 🙌
(Preach, Pastor Reid! Someone pass the collection plate.)
Storm went on to say that choosing USC was the “best decision” of her life and that she’ll “forever FTFO.”
(For the uninitiated: FTFO = Fight. The. Fight. On. Aka, Trojan-speak for “I survived and I will flex forever.”)
She wrapped it all up by asking the most important question of the year:
“What do we call my success PLUS a degree??”
Answer: LEGENDARY. ICONIC. STORM-FREAKIN’-REID, PhD in Slaying.
So here’s to Storm — actress, scholar, prayer-request-turned-success-story. We raise our graduation caps (and iced lattes) to you. 🎉
Congrats, Storm! Now go out there and Euphoria-kick real life in the face — with your degree in one hand and your Emmy in the other. 💅💥
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