Mush Mush has a weak spot for rocker dudes!
This time it’s Kooks frontman Luke Pritchard.
The couple was seen canoodling at a small pub in North London and Mushy cheered and clapped when Pritchard got up on stage to perform a surprise acoustic solo.
Speaking with the The Mirror, Pritchard confirmed that he and the “actress” are [...]

Click here to find out whose legs are looking a whole lot less flabby!

Okay. Tough love time:

“HELLO EVERYONE! Sorry I’m late! I forgot how to brush my hair. BUT I MADE IT. Are you ready for my rendition of Coopscades!: Marissa Cooper On Ice? It’s going to be AWESOME.”

There are times when I look at Mischa Barton and I think, “Mischa Barton, why are you still famous?”

It certainly can’t be because we’re all so enamored of her fringed jackets - this one, I believe, may actually be trimmed in dog — and sour expressions, can it? Maybe it’s because her constant hat/hair combos of late have started reminding us all of Bret Michaels, and we’re just waiting for the inevitable moment when she bursts into a verse of “Every Rose Has Its Thorn,” THAT is going to be awesome.

Here’s my question: is Mischa Barton a cat burglar now?

I have some questions. One: why does Mischa Barton keep landing covers? She isn’t doing ANYTHING INTERESTING. In fact, I think one of her most recent films went straight to DVD. I’d argue that she’s never been more irrelevant than she is right now. And I find it hard to believe that — for their 20th anniversary issue — Marie Claire couldn’t rustle up someone more compelling, someone more current, someone with something to promote for their cover. Keira Knightley too busy calling Sienna Miller and warning her that frolicking naked with a married guy is kind of bad PR? Emma Watson too busy filming Half Blood Prince? Helen Mirren  too busy parading around being awesome? Fine. But this brings us to question number two: when Mischa Barton lands a cover despite having nothing of interest to bring to the table whatsoever other than her pretty face, why does she go and do that to her pretty face? She looks like she just Hoovered through a tray of bad seafood. And despite the cover’s instructions, that is a party for no one.

I admit that when this photo popped up on my computer screen, I gasped, “oh my god,” to the empty room. My Dylan McKay doll raised a brow, but other than that, I got no response from the universe. Which is fair, because I don’t know that this really deserves a response:

She looks so glum. And I get it. While her dress/shirt is actually kind of cute on its own, it is seriously just too short for her and looks like it’s riding up. Go up a size and down an inch, and you’d feel so much better, I’m just saying. Seriously. No one knows what size you’re wearing but you — don’t you ever watch What Not To Wear on random Sunday mornings while you’re eating a bagel and wondering why, no matter how often you use the Swiffer, that part of the floor under your one armchair always looks totally disgusting? You should. It’s very educational.  And with those depressing, unseasonable brown tights? God. I’m getting depressed just looking at her. Would someone please bring me a danish? Make it two.

Mischa Barton has exposed herself for the August issue of Nylon magazine.

In the new issue Mischa talks about how she hoards clothes, her relationship with her mom, work, and DUI embarrassment so go check it out.

It’s still shocking to me that someone as thin as her can have cellulite.