Results tagged “pamelaanderson”

Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas. Last night MTV took over the Strip and filled it with up and comers, the standard rock, rollers and rappers and of course...the token has beens.

It's Friday afternoon and if you are anything like us you are sitting in your office, wishing desperately that you could be, oh, outside? Trust us, we feel your pain. (Well, at least this part of Gothamist does). So here, why not let the Post entertain you, just a bit, with some good old fashioned schadenfreude.

Three angry women claim an Upper East Side plastic-surgeon-to-the-stars turned them into freaks by stuffing massive, Pamela Anderson-sized breast implants into their chests when they wanted only modest boob jobs.

- Nicolette Sheridan does not look over-Botoxed with fish lips!

Six female employees have filed a bias suit against their employer, investment bank Dresdner Kleinwort Wasserstein Service, claiming that they were denied opportunities and financial rewards - and that their male colleagues created a "boys' club" environment including hookers at lunch and rude behavior. Proving that you can't make this up, the suit includes allegations that one woman was called the "Pamela Anderson of sales/trading" by her boss. (We imagine her boss is trying to backpedal now, saying it was meant to be a sincere compliment!) And another woman was pressured to leave a team celebration dinner because the guys wanted to go a strip club. This is so 1980s! In addition to being sidelined when coming back from maternity leave, there's scandalous mention of a former chief executive's affair with an assistant turn into the assistant having their love child.

2:04 AM - The media is being told they have to wait a while before the TWU will talk. So with that, Gothamist is going to bed to get ready in case there is a strike - we're going attempt to check out the Brooklyn Bridge in the morning, which is supposed to be really cold tomorrow morning. Dress warm and dream of the strike being resolved by the time you wake up. Thanks for waiting with us - we'll be all over this in a few hours as well!

The sound we all heard yesterday was a million bloggers laughing, when it was revealed that Fred Durst had filed an $80 million lawsuit against a variety of entities, including ol' Gawker Media, for posting his unimpressive sex video online. Clearly, since the likelihood of Durst getting any substantial amount of money is doubtful, Gothamist started to think about how this could be settled:

Okay, let's get this straight: Jayson Blair now has two big media gigs. One will be reviewing the movie based on the lying lie-y ways of fellow liar, Stephen Glass, for Esquire; Blair was hired for his "unique perspective" or some such PR blah blah to aptly accompany the loads of press this hiring would elicit. That's pretty meta, Gothamist must say. Brilliantly played, Granger, brilliantly played.

News from Page Six that porn star Jenna Jameson was having her autobiography ghostwritten by NY Times rock critic Neil Strauss instantly made it a must-read for Gothamist whenever it does come out. Yes, it should be a wild and crazy book about being the hottest porn star today, but more importantly, Neil Strauss is ghostwriting it. Strauss' last contribution to pop culture memoirs was with the one of the best books about living the rock and roll life, The Dirt, the autobiography of Motley Crue. Sure, Tommy Lee was married to Heather Locklear and Pamela Anderson, but the book starts out with Tommy dating a girl the other band members called Moose because she was so ugly. Read a few pages to understand why. It's also one of Gothamist's standby "don't need to overthink because it'll be liked" last-minute gift books, alongside Kitchen Confidential.

Okay, but never has Spike Lee been just Spike in recent memory. While Gothamist does agree that having your name associated with Stripperella, Pamela Anderson's animated show for Spike TV, might be a little disconcerting, it's still a leap that people would think Spike TV is associated with Mr. Lee. We actually thought Spike TV was a new all-volleyball, all-the-time channel.