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Gwyneth Paltrow, you’ve been Gooped!
Juice factor: 8/10
It wasn’t exactly a conscious uncoupling this past week when three burglars walked into a Goop holiday pop-up shop in New York City during store hours and left with over $170,000 worth of Gwyneth-approved merchandise. Yes, you likely saw headlines yesterday, but did you stop and ask yourself, “does Goop seriously have a holiday pop-up shop?” The silver lining to the robbery isn’t just that Gwynnie probably only uses her Goop money to buy even more $500 T-shirts–you know, wardrobe basics–but that the crime might actually pique the curiousity of the masses. Until now, consumers and onlookers alike have merely assumed that Goop.com is just the safe place Gwyneth Paltrow goes when she wants to rant bout canned cheese, poor people, or anything else that makes her look out of touch with anyone who’s opened a jar of pickles without help, or a gardener to grow and can them from scratch. In fact, we wouldn’t be surprised if the pop-up shop, known more specifically as the good mrkt, experiences an influx Manhattan shoppers who, like Gwynnie, don’t blink an eye at a $1,075 price-tag on a pair of white sneakers and happen to think $10,500 for a motorcycle jacket is a total steal… A STEAL! Get it?! We’re standing by that joke if only because the Goop bandits are still on the run, and it might do Goop some good to find out their get-away was made possible by really, really expensive goop mrkt sneakers.
Blind Item: Liar, liar, designer pants on fire…
Juice factor: 9/10
If you’ve spent any time buzzing around exclusive industry events in Toronto, you know that you don’t have to be a fly on the wall or an invisible size zero to hear media types spouting off long lists of their so-called professional accomplishments like they think access to open bar requires it. One particular journalist recites her seemingly impressive list of industry feats like it’s a speech she’s practiced over and over again in the mirror while flat-ironing her hair and adjusting her Spanx just before she gets sloppy-bloated and ready to unleash the braggin’. Given her lacklustre reputation here in Canada alone, it clearly takes her listeners aback when she gets to the part of the dramatic monologue where she smugly mentions in an off-the-cuff but business-as-usual way that she’s a Conde Nast contributor. It’s easy to see this is her Meryl “Snag the Oscar Again” Streep moment when you dig a little deeper–and by that, we mean ask one or two questions or do the Google homework yourself–and you’ll easily discover that she’s more than just stretching the truth to up her credibility and impress a few interns new to the scene. Someone might want to give Anna W. and her crew the heads up…
Instagram-crossed lovers, starring Justin Bieber & an unidentified civilian
Juice factor: 8/10
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus… that is, if you happen to be a Belieber and you Beliebe the Biebs might actually fall for a civilian if he just met the right girl. The Canadian singer posted a pic on an nameless girl on Instagram yesterday asking his followers to help him track down the identity of the beauty who bewitched him. Yes, it’s a real-life Cinderella story provided the girl in the photo can overlook Prince Biebs’ troubled past and is perhaps already immune to short guys exaggerating their heights on Tinder. Hopefully for her sake JB is really searching for his Tinderella on Instagram and isn’t just using the civilian as a pawn in his game to win back Selena Gomez who’s rumoured to be getting hot n’ heavy with One Direction’s Niall Horan. “Omg who is this!!” Justin asked fans in the caption of the Instagram pic of the Sarah Hyland look-alike. Beliebers were quick to inform their leader, the Stratford Prince himself, that his Tinderella really does go by the name “Cindy”–Cindy Kimberly, to be more precise. His real-life Cinderella uses the Instagram handle @wolfiecindy and claims in her bio that, “My name is Cindy and I get too excited about fictional related stuff.” Fictional-related stuff? We have a feeling being her Prince Charming won’t be much of a challenge, Bieb.
Blind Item: Steal from the rich, give to the poor, especially if that means ‘treat yo self’…
Juice factor: 9/10
These two local celebrities of the Toronto social scene seemed to be becoming fast friends this year, and there’s nothing like the incestuous entertainment and fashion industries and all antics of private parties with open bars to turn two perfect strangers into insta-BFFs–especially if the two women happen to be equally stunning with equally exciting major projects currently underway. The overnight bosom buddies may have seemed like the next generation’s answer to Suzanne and Sylvia, but their friendship as firmly cemented as it may have first appeared. That tends to happen when a major discrepancy in lifestyle starts to rear its ugly heads–in other words, when one friend soon realizes the other friend is far more jetset, well-to-do, and further up the social ladder than she could ever dream of being herself. That’s why the “weaker than” woman in this equation started “borrowing” things, then without asking, and then without asking or returning them–clothes, beauty products, home decor accents, and, um, pharmaceuticals from her so-called sister from another mister. Oh, and they have a shared history with a local male scenester, so here’s to hoping that will be “Chapter 2” of Canada’s Coronation Street, aka West Queen West. It hasn’t exactly been hard for the borrowing and keeping to go down, especially since the poor not-so rich girl now has a freshly-cut key to her friend’s pad–you know, for housesitting her pets and being a dear friend like that.
Blind Item: The editor-in-chief who checks out…
Juice Factor: 10/10
It’s common knowledge that, while the editor-in-chief helms the magazine and signs off on all the content, he or she generally isn’t one of the major monthly contributors as far as writing, styling, or art direction go, especially at old-school glossy mags. There are politics to be had, parties to be attended, and advertisers to please–all of which keeps the captain fairly busy. That said, penning his or her own editor’s letter usually isn’t an issue for the figurehead of the publication. That’s not the case at this Canadian fashion and lifestyle magazine where the editor’s letter has been outsourced more than once to a writer who wittily sums up the themes of the issue and ghostwrites the piece in the the chief’s voice before the final sign off–this time with a real-life signature.
Speaking of ghostwriters… the 2016 Grammy Awards declare Drake the winner in Drizzy VS Meek Mill…
Juice factor: 8/10
Winning rap battles is a relatively new (read: 2016) thing for pretty much anyone from Canada, so we wouldn’t be surprised if Drake receives the Order of Canada from our sexy new Prime Minister or gets a new territory named after him if he walks home with the trophy for best rap performance at the 2016 Grammy Awards for his Meek Mill diss track, “Back to Back.” The Grammy Awards are known for shunning diss tracks in favour of more poignant, less spiteful material–we imagine as not to encourage bullying or East Coast vs West Coast-inspired fatalities reminiscent of Biggie and Tupaq’s untimely and unnecessary deaths. This is what makes this nomination so ridiculously sweet for Drake. But if we’re going to take sides, we’ve gotta give props to our hometown boy who was merely defending his honour after Meek Mill originally through shade and some subpar poetry at Drizzy, accusing the Degrassi alum of using ghostwriters to pen his hits. The joke’s on Meek Mill now that Drake’s being honoured by the highest court of music possible for his hater gonna hate-hate-hate-hate-hate track. The Raptors’ biggest fan clearly has the support of the Twitterverse who’ve had a field day slinging more mud and slams in the Meek Mill’s direction after hearing about his ultimate double-diss. Started from Degrassi now we’re here! See, it really does get better.
Did you see that?–we got through an entire post without talking about one single Kardashian, even the brand new wee one with the not-so outrageous first name. C’mon, Saint? It’s not all that bad–Zuma, Pilot, Audio Science, and Jermajesty are WAY worse. 😉
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