Melissa George is no Angel

 

Home and Away actress Melissa George has never heard of the expression, “you can run but you can’t hide.” She has been reminded of her Summer Bay past twice in the space of a few days and abruptly brought the interviews to a close both times.

The first instance happened when Melissa George spoke to Christine Sams, entertainment writer for Sydney’s Sun-Herald, when the subject of her former life came up.

“I don’t need credibility from my country any more, I just need them all to be quiet,” the Supernanny said.

“If they have nothing intelligent to say, please don’t speak to me any more. I’d rather be having a croissant and a little espresso in Paris or walking my French bulldog in New York City” instead of having a vanilla slice at Summer Bay High’s canteen, one assumes.

“I’ve got to be honest. I’m not going to be a good Aussie any more. I’m going to speak out. I’ve just had it. It’s disgusting.”

Victoria’s Secret: Candace Swanepoel and the big eating disorder lie

The Victoria’s Secret annual fashion show is quite possibly the biggest televised event of its kind in the world. The lingerie showcase is broadcast to millions all over the world and is watched by arguably millions more on the web.

As well as the glitter, trademark wings, one inevitable supermodel bouncing back after popping out a kid, showing off her post-baby bod in all its toned glory and special musical guest to mix things up a bit – this year being renowned pothead Rihanna – the Victoria’s Secret fashion shows are also characterised by “candid” shots of the supermodels being tweeted and then retweeted with a vengeance where they are shown being caught “off-guard” and always having “fun” before the show.

Of particular note this year was a pic South African stunner Candice Swanepoel who uploaded a pic on Instagram showing her ruthlessly defined, concave abs.

Hen's nights: The death of gay clubbing?

Hen’s nights are often cited as the beginning of the end. A rite of passage for many women about to be taken up the aisle, these parties signal the end of uncertainty, the end of one night stands, the end of awful dinners with men you can’t stand, and the end of dating. The other side of the coin is that hen’s nights also mark the end of casual flings, holiday romances, and not knowing who you may meet during a night out.

For many men who prefer the company of men, hen’s nights also mark the death of clubbing.

Sealed with a kiss: Rihanna and Chris Brown public reunion complete

The sad, tragic truth of the abuse cycle is this: Abuser hits victim. Victim flees. Victim returns. Repeat.

It is an unfortunate fact that people who have been the victims of abuse often go back to their abusers.

As we reported last week, Rihanna and Chris Brown were planning to be publicly reunited at the 2012 MTV VMAs, but I don’t think anyone was prepared for this.

Rihanna pines for Chris Brown

Oprah must be America’s talk show version of John Farnham. Or, for our international readers, the glam rockers KISS. One farewell tour but they can just never say die. They keep coming back again and again and again. Which likens them to Oprah, don’t you think? Is that self-obsessed, narcissistic, money-hungry, ego-driven fame whore ever going to go away?

To give credit where it’s due, Oprah does give a good interview. And gets the best interviews.

Last week, the talk show juggernaut landed an interview with Rihanna (who doesn’t mind a spliff every now and then. But don’t take my word for it. The pop star happily and regularly tweets photos of herself blowing out an unidentified smoky substance. I’m guessing she’s not smoking a Marlboro Light).

The Olympic con

I really could not care less about world records or Olympic gold medals, but put Kate Moss on stage being a fierce bitch or the Spice Girls reuniting one last time (and Posh looking so embarrassed about the whole thing), and I’m close to tears. True Olympic glory.

 The Olympics are sold to us as this noble, honourable thing. Sponsored by Coca Cola and McDonalds. For a few hundred million dollars each. The soft drink and fast food companies turned the whole event into a bit of a farce.

All the Olympics are good for now are to see all those amazing bodies and appreciate them on purely an aesthetic level. 

Athletes with bodies honed to perfection running faster or jumping higher than everyone else. That’s hardly inspiring. 

If you want true inspiration, look to the Paralympic Games. Participants who are living with a disability that are competing on a world stage. That is ten times as inspiring, but I think they would be lucky to have a tenth of the media coverage.

Scarlett Johansson gets a leg over the help (Let’s hope she doesn’t marry him)

In the movie The Prestige, Scarlett Johansson played the role of her life. She was the slutty little magician’s assistant that slept with both of the feuding illusionists. Role she was meant to play, don’t you think?

I actually like Scarlett. She’s a sexy bombshell and she also has a great work ethic for a twenty-something actress. That is, just turning up is often half the battle for some starlets.

Scarlett was spotted on a yacht off the coast of Sicily last week, sharing a towel and some bodily fluids with her bodyguard.