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Earlier this month, the barely literate mother of the inexplicably popular child called Honey Boo Boo, announced that Boo now had a pet chicken, which she horrifyingly named Nugget. “Her and Nugget have become very attached,” said mama June. Now PETA, the strict overlord of all things living but not human, wrote a letter to the Chicken McNugget-eating reality stars, imploring them not to eat the pet. “As I’m sure you are learning from your chicken, chickens are smart, interesting animals with personalities of their own. Let your fans know that they should be nice to chickens by not eating them.” Developing. (via Examiner)
Francesca Eastwood, daughter of Clint and star of the new E! abomination Mrs Eastwood & Company, took a chainsaw to her $100,000 Birkin bag, then set it on fire, while her boyfriend, photographer Tyler Shields, took pictures. Now she’s getting death threats, and the internet is raining down a shit-storm of hatred upon her. Reactions in the comments of Tyler’s blog range from “This isn’t art, this is a narcissistic show of your own excesses” to “fucking spoiled rich fuckers have NO clue what it is to make a dollar.” There were also many critiques of Shield’s skills as a photographer, like “I can take a better pic with my cell phone” and “the central composition is boring and with that boosted contrast it looks like a myspace picture i took in high school LOLOLOLOLOL, what a fuckin waste.” On Francesca’s blog, the criticism is even harsher: “if u hate all things expensive and pointless burn ur house down and kill ur step mom,” “I heard you lit a $100 g handbag on fire and shit? You should kill yourself. Really. I’m not joking. Kill yourself,” and “my friend says you are a fucking slag whore who deserves to die in a plane crash.” Great way to drum up some attention for your new show, guys! (via BuzzFeed)
Monaco’s Prince Pierre Casiraghi and Greek shipping heir Stavros Niarchos (both pictured above) got into a barroom brawl at the Double Seven nightclub in Manhattan’s meatpacking district Saturday night, that ended with the prince in the hospital seeking medical attention. According to a witness: “Pierre’s face looked broken, with deep cuts and blood everywhere. He looked like he needed plastic surgery.” The problem began when the prince, the playboy, Carine Roitfeld’s son Vladimir, and another gentleman approached Manhattan club owner Adam Hock’s table at aroubnd 2:30 AM. Adam was partying with supermodels Natasha Poly, Valentina Zalyaeva and Anja Rubik (it’s a shame we don’t boldface names here at the WOW Report because this post keeps getting name-droppier and name-droppier). The celebubrats then began insulting the models and started drinking from a $500 bottle of vodka on their table. Witnesses allege that Mr Hock then punched the prince. From the Daily Mail: “One onlooker told the newspaper that the force of the punch resulted in Mr Casiraghi flying across the room and landing on a table on the other side. Mr Hock also allegedly punched Mr Niarchos, 26, who was there with his Sports Illustratedmodel girlfriend Jessica Hart. He is then said to have started punching the two other men with them, Vladimir Restoin Roitfeld, 27, and Diego Marroquin, 33. The prince was taken to the New York Presbyterian/Weill Cornell Medical Center with his injuries but was released later on Saturday. Mr Hock has been charged by police with four counts of third-degree assault for the alleged attacks on Casiraghi, Niarchos and the two other men.” Mr Hock’s lawyer, Salvatore Strazzullo, accused the prince and his friends of being jealous because his client was with a group of beautiful women. He added: “These four guys are trust-fund babies who think the world is owed to them. They are like spoiled brats.” Richard Golub, representing the prince and his friends, said, ‘”It was a horrifying incident and entirely unprovoked.” Everyone is due in court next month.
Eleven-year-old Willow Smith is seen here leaving her New York City hotel in a Rihanna-inspired hideous eyesore put together by her personal stylist Mariel Haenn. Of course the pampered brat would have a personal stylist. But how wonderful that it’s a terrible one. The pre-teen is in New York promoting her latest single, “Fireball,” featuring Nicki Minaj. (via Janet Charlton)