<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408</id><updated>2011-09-18T13:21:20.986-04:00</updated><category term='Diana Ross'/><category term='Eve'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='Get Smart'/><category term='Beyonce'/><category term='NY Daily News'/><category term='Rosie O&apos;Donnell'/><category term='Farrah Fawcett'/><category term='Donald Trump'/><category term='Hilary Duff'/><category term='Paula Abdul'/><category term='The DaVinci Code'/><category term='Tyra Banks'/><category term='Brooke Hogan'/><category term='Miley Cyrus'/><category term='Elizabeth Hasselbeck'/><category term='Rafaello Follieri'/><category term='Anne Hathaway'/><category term='Ali Lohan'/><category term='Rachel McAdams'/><category term='Sherri Shepherd'/><category term='Naomi Campbell'/><category term='Tara Reid'/><category term='Elizabeth Taylor'/><category term='Old Timey Crazy'/><category term='Eleanor Roosevelt'/><category term='Point-Counterpoint'/><category term='Natasha Lyonne'/><category term='Marion Jones'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='B-list'/><category term='Barbara Walters'/><category term='Mother Teresa'/><category term='Tori Spelling'/><category term='Denise Richards'/><category term='Jessica Simpson'/><category term='Svetlana Khorkina'/><category term='Eva Longoria'/><category term='Pope Benedict'/><category term='Tatum O&apos;Neal'/><category term='Lil Mama'/><category term='Nadia Comaneci'/><category term='Whitney Houston'/><category term='Eleanor Holm'/><category term='Dawn Fraser'/><category term='Lil Kim'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='Star Jones'/><category term='Liza Minelli'/><category term='Whoopi Golderg'/><category term='Patti Labelle'/><title type='text'>The Hall of Crazy Women</title><subtitle type='html'>A tribute to all of our favorite crazy famous ladies!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-2973881015561886116</id><published>2010-04-10T01:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:06:10.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Taylor to wed for the 9th time.  Being the ultimate cougar in addition to the fact that there are very few men older than her, Liz will be wed to her 49 year old boyfriend Jason Winters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ON GET IT GIRL! RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2010/04/09/2010-04-09_ninth_times_a_charm_dame_elizabeth_taylor_78_engaged_to_jason_winters_49.html"&gt;http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2010/04/09/2010-04-09_ninth_times_a_charm_dame_elizabeth_taylor_78_engaged_to_jason_winters_49.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2010/04/09/2010-04-09_ninth_times_a_charm_dame_elizabeth_taylor_78_engaged_to_jason_winters_49.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-2973881015561886116?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2973881015561886116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=2973881015561886116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/2973881015561886116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/2973881015561886116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-news.html' title='BREAKING NEWS'/><author><name>Slamm D. Unk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527368533705731720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-8065619412778567443</id><published>2008-09-03T18:55:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:08:14.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Teresa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eleanor Roosevelt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke Hogan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Taylor'/><title type='text'>Brooke Hogan</title><content type='html'>I don't really give a shit about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brooke Hogan&lt;/span&gt;. I think shes dumb and gross like the rest of her family and is not worthy of my attention. But I feel compelled to place her in our Crazy Hall of Fame because of her relatively recent &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZ2uHwXrGhA"&gt;statement&lt;/a&gt; about a woman becoming president. She said: "I actually am not that into voting. I think that its kind of crazy that a woman is running because I think women deal on emotions and menopause and PMS and stuff." Since crazy women are our area of expertise, you know I had to chime in. Brooke is fucking stupid! Obviously women are equally capable leaders. History has given us some excellent examples: Eleanor Roosevelt, Mother Teresa, Indira Gandhi, Cleopatra (both the actual Egyptian queen and the Liz Taylor version), and Amanda Woodward on Melrose Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case that batshit quote isn't enough proof to establish Brooke's craziness to our readers, I decided to find more evidence. But I also promised myself I would only spend less than 10 minutes searching as to not waste too much of my life's &lt;a href="http://www.luxurycorner.com/images/precious-moments02.jpg"&gt;precious moments&lt;/a&gt; caring about someone of her ilk. Therefore my research consisted solely of a quick Google image search, which I suspect/hope you will find sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, I present "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Reasons why Brooke Hogan is Crazy: a photo essay.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She forces innocent dogs to eat from her cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8aeAtPloI/AAAAAAAAARE/co_TAuHN2dI/s1600-h/brooke+hogan+dog.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8aeAtPloI/AAAAAAAAARE/co_TAuHN2dI/s400/brooke+hogan+dog.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241937594170709634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She wears jeans fashioned into assless chaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8WhvbK51I/AAAAAAAAAQs/oyh1JXny1bs/s1600-h/brooke+hogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8WhvbK51I/AAAAAAAAAQs/oyh1JXny1bs/s400/brooke+hogan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241933260204468050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. She dresses like a tranny in a Tarzan costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8a4ZCPTOI/AAAAAAAAARk/pLdWKsv_pZI/s1600-h/brooke+trany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8a4ZCPTOI/AAAAAAAAARk/pLdWKsv_pZI/s400/brooke+trany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241938047377820898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That is her dad rubbing her ass! Creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8anLZ6p2I/AAAAAAAAARc/H0lRVNNGbJ4/s1600-h/hulk+rubs+brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8anLZ6p2I/AAAAAAAAARc/H0lRVNNGbJ4/s400/hulk+rubs+brooke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241937751661258594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She jokes about her brother being in jail. Hes in jail for reckless driving and driving under the influence which led to an accident. His passenger may be in a nursing home for the rest of his life because of the injuries he received. So pretty much that makes her a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8am2LrEuI/AAAAAAAAARM/LBTNSriofvg/s1600-h/brooke+mug+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8am2LrEuI/AAAAAAAAARM/LBTNSriofvg/s400/brooke+mug+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241937745964372706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hope these are bad braces and not a grill. What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8aWvZxAjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wPeY7h5MXog/s1600-h/brooke+grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8aWvZxAjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wPeY7h5MXog/s400/brooke+grill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241937469266526770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say Brooke ranks pretty high on the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY58tj86LI/AAAAAAAAACI/pumPSDNMxBw/s1600-h/meter.bmp"&gt;Crazy-O-Meter&lt;/a&gt;. For now I would place her in the red section just below Ms. Liza Minelli. But Brooke is only 20. I suspect her craziest years are still ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SL9e-A_qPlI/AAAAAAAAADY/KE9JB-FF3a4/s1600-h/the+hogans.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SL9e-A_qPlI/AAAAAAAAADY/KE9JB-FF3a4/s320/the+hogans.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012910794456658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-8065619412778567443?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8065619412778567443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=8065619412778567443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/8065619412778567443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/8065619412778567443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/09/brooke-hogan.html' title='Brooke Hogan'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SL8aeAtPloI/AAAAAAAAARE/co_TAuHN2dI/s72-c/brooke+hogan+dog.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-1446725523636959396</id><published>2008-08-28T01:35:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:59:07.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherri Shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel McAdams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natasha Lyonne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza Minelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyra Banks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Taylor'/><title type='text'>The Crazy-o-Meter</title><content type='html'>Crazy comes in all shapes and sizes, from the nutty to the wacky, the bizarre to the utterly insane, and here at the Hall of Crazy Women, we don’t discriminate. In fact, we embrace and celebrate all forms of craziness, but in order to make things a bit more interesting I came up with a really great idea! I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always been a bit of a classifier, a compulsive rater, a lover of measurement. Back in grade school I would meticulously create pie charts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Venn&lt;/span&gt; diagrams, and bar graphs for all of my school projects. Channeling these skills, I created a useful visual aid for the readers here at the Hall. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing: The Crazy-o-Meter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY58tj86LI/AAAAAAAAACI/pumPSDNMxBw/s1600-h/meter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY58tj86LI/AAAAAAAAACI/pumPSDNMxBw/s320/meter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239438931677472946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Much like the &lt;a href="http://www.citizensoldiers.us/advisory_system_yellow.gif"&gt;Homeland Security Advisory System&lt;/a&gt;, the COM is color coded. Imagine Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McAdams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as being a perfect day, sun shining in the sky, minorities holding hands on a hilltop, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8H5263jCGg"&gt;sharing refreshing beverages&lt;/a&gt;. Conversely Liza Minnelli would be a tornado of fire, an atomic twister. It should also be noted that much like our government issued forefather, our ratings are subject to whim and are as ever, defined by the absurd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY9iVrPqlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/se7-6fVnjbA/s1600-h/tornado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY9iVrPqlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/se7-6fVnjbA/s320/tornado.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239442876635523666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Crazy-O-Meter is based in scientific data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's see how classic crazies fare on the scale:&lt;/p&gt;Diana:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY-vs699RI/AAAAAAAAACg/t8xsJdeN-YQ/s1600-h/diana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 68px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY-vs699RI/AAAAAAAAACg/t8xsJdeN-YQ/s320/diana.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239444205725414674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY-7E8q9GI/AAAAAAAAACo/J8dZED9Gz3E/s1600-h/tyra.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY-7E8q9GI/AAAAAAAAACo/J8dZED9Gz3E/s320/tyra.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239444401153569890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY_GiDOkWI/AAAAAAAAACw/0XOBfjgujAQ/s1600-h/liz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY_GiDOkWI/AAAAAAAAACw/0XOBfjgujAQ/s320/liz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239444597944258914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sherri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY_cIYt-7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/iGY9mZibfHA/s1600-h/sherri.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY_cIYt-7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/iGY9mZibfHA/s320/sherri.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239444969012198322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natasha:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY_ts6DrfI/AAAAAAAAADA/XGo4GxXu-8w/s1600-h/natasha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY_ts6DrfI/AAAAAAAAADA/XGo4GxXu-8w/s320/natasha.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239445270873484786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-1446725523636959396?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1446725523636959396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=1446725523636959396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1446725523636959396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1446725523636959396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-o-meter.html' title='The Crazy-o-Meter'/><author><name>Slamm D. Unk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527368533705731720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SLY58tj86LI/AAAAAAAAACI/pumPSDNMxBw/s72-c/meter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-7443553720609514003</id><published>2008-08-15T02:29:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:47:26.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eleanor Holm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Timey Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marion Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Svetlana Khorkina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadia Comaneci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawn Fraser'/><title type='text'>Crazy Women of the Summer Olympics</title><content type='html'>The writing staff at the Hall of Crazy Women has caught an &lt;a href="http://junkdrawered.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-games-begin.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olympic fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of 2008 degrees!! I know, bad joke.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but true&lt;/span&gt; because if I was actually afflicted with a real Olympic fever it would truly be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hot. Thats because the games of the 29th Olympiad are so incredibly intense and I am obsessed to an unhealthy degree. Besides watching pretty much 24/7, I have also been doing some research on the history of the games (I own a big book on the subject). And much to my delight I have discovered quite a few crazy women have had the honor of calling themselves Olympians. Here are just a few of the ones that I've found from the summer games. Some of these women are more famous than others (in America at least), and most have secured spots in their own sports' Halls of Fame for their medal winning performances. But I believe each of these gals deserves a spot in our very own Hall of Fame for their crazy antics and personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadia Comaneci&lt;/span&gt;: Most people know Nadia for being the first gymnast to score a perfect 10 in an Olympics competition. In fact, she received 7 perfect tens at the Montreal Games. In total she has 5 career Olympic gold medals and is one of the greatest Olympians ever. And what is she doing now? Well she is touring the U.S. giving "inspirational" speeches with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Spitz&lt;/span&gt; endorsing &lt;a href="http://www.napsnet.com/articles/58908.html"&gt;Botox.&lt;/a&gt; The campaign is called "Your Personal Best" and aims to make the lives of participants richer by making their faces lifeless and cheap looking. How ironic. Hey, I get it, she's got to make that money somehow. I just wish she would approach the matter with the same integrity that she did gymnastics. I mean if you are selling Botox just sell it, don't make it seem like you actually care about the lives of the people you are taking money from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKUzXGWfEZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/h6DS1eTj7_s/s1600-h/nadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKUzXGWfEZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/h6DS1eTj7_s/s320/nadia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234646613823000978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svetlana Khorkina&lt;/span&gt;: I always called this Russian gymnast "the duck" because I think she resembles one. Her always pouty lips remind me of a beak. I actually found &lt;a href="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/2882/ostrichgymsy6.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; photo that compares her to an ostrich and I concur she is definitely more ostrich like than duck. I was close with the bird analogy though. Looks aside, she was a great gymnast who earned 7 career Olympic medals. But she also earned herself the nickname, "the diva," because of her strong temper and outspoken nature. For instance she claimed the 2004 Athens all around competition was fixed in favor of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carly Patterson&lt;/span&gt;. Collusion and bias are not uncommon in judged Olympic competitions, but honestly conspiracy theories, Svetlana? You're crazy. She also showed off her nude &lt;a href="http://maxdae.multiply.com/journal/item/125"&gt;bird parts&lt;/a&gt; in Russian Playboy (NSFW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKVPsazDy4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fPiuTAnOScY/s1600-h/khorkina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKVPsazDy4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/fPiuTAnOScY/s320/khorkina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234677766414388098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawn Fraser&lt;/span&gt;: Eight time Olympic medalist (4 golds) and Aussie swimmer, Dawn Fraser is a living legend Down Under. She made my list because of a crazy scandal she was involved in during the 1964 Tokyo games. She allegedly had a few drinks, climbed a flag pole at the IMPERIAL PALACE, and stole the Olympic flag. I've also read that she did this naked!! Well she did an &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/sundayprofile/stories/s1897086.htm"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; where she talks about the incident, and her own account doesn't sound &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; crazy but I still think shes a total bad ass! Lets see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Coughlin&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda Beard&lt;/span&gt; do this in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKVVY5g5irI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oVjPy-Yslx0/s1600-h/dawn+f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKVVY5g5irI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oVjPy-Yslx0/s320/dawn+f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234684028132100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Holm: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This Olympic swimmer and gold medalist from the 1932 Los Angeles games embodied what we call "Old Timey Craziness." This  a term with many meanings. First it is when a person does something crazy in a bygone era that really isn't considered crazy by today's standards. Things like revealing your ankles and not wearing a hat to church. In Eleanor's case she was suspended from the 1936 Berlin Games for getting drunk on the boat ride there. So what if she was (allegedly) found unconscious due to her drunkenness, thats a normal weekend for me. She was a victim of her time period. A second meaning for the term is the flamboyant, flashy, glamorous, theatrical, and hammy way that old time starlets behaved. Eleanor exudes this trait profusely. Here is a quot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e from her Wikipedia &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleanor_Holm"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;"The following year...she married her first husband...and performed with his band while wearing a white bathing suit with a white cowboy hat and high heels, singing 'I'm an Old Cowhand from the Rio Grande.'" And &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/1453357/Eleanor-Holm.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is how one of her ex-husbands described her lifetsyle: "she had had seven servants, 113 pairs of shoes, 41 sweaters and 11 fur coats; at Christmas, he added, he had put in her stocking pieces of coal wrapped in $10,000 government bonds." I could not make this stuff up if I tried! There is one part of Holm's story that does not stand the crazy test of time, however: when she arrived in Berlin--after being suspended from the U.S. team--she fraternized with the Nazis and received a silver swastika from Goering himself!  OK, so maybe she was not just old timey crazy but also&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; actually crazy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKZkqgba6rI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ttDRVsQYd8I/s1600-h/Eleanor-Holm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKZkqgba6rI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ttDRVsQYd8I/s320/Eleanor-Holm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234982298287008434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marion Jones&lt;/span&gt;: On this website, we chronicle the exploits of famous crazy women. We make fun and ridicule them, but its important to point out that, all comments aside, we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;love them. Well at least 99% of the time. They are some of our favorite people and they inspire us to pursue a life filled with pizazz and creativity. However, this is not the case with Marion Jones. I do not love her; rather, I hate her! Flashback to the 2000 Sydney Olympics. I was a starry eyed 9th grade runner watching one of my idols win 5 medals. I really loved her. (I even ran in the same meet as her,  the 2000 Penn Relays, which was totally boss). Fast forward to 2007, when, after much speculation, she admitted to doping during the Olympics and was stripped of all her medals. She was always surrounded by shadiness, but when I heard she admitted to this I think my heart broke a little bit. Therefore I think she is a bitch, an embarrassment, and an abomination. And now she is in jail in part for perjury. She lied about doping and also about her involvement in a fraudulent check scheme. Check fraud? That is one of the trashiest crimes. What a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKZcqzCDbYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jUdevXYjXgg/s1600-h/jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKZcqzCDbYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jUdevXYjXgg/s320/jones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234973507187862914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few of the many many crazy ladies who have competed at the summer Olympics. Check back in 2010 for the Vancouver games when we discuss crazy winter Olympians like Tonya Harding and Oksana Baiul. I can't even wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-7443553720609514003?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7443553720609514003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=7443553720609514003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/7443553720609514003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/7443553720609514003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-women-of-summer-olympics.html' title='Crazy Women of the Summer Olympics'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KNuK05SJRyE/SKUzXGWfEZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/h6DS1eTj7_s/s72-c/nadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-8653160060592070184</id><published>2008-08-04T18:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:47:55.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paula Abdul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitney Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naomi Campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ali Lohan'/><title type='text'>Lil Mama</title><content type='html'>When this blog was first conceived, I did not imagine I would spend much time discussing the craziness of young celebrity women. I figured the legendary and well-established crazies, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whitney Houstons&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naomi Campbells&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paula Abduls&lt;/span&gt; of the world, would provide more than enough fodder for our operation. And they have. Believe me, I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali Lohan&lt;/span&gt; are well on their way to crazydom, but right now they are still high schoolers. They are still discovering who it is they are, living out new phases, experimenting with &lt;a href="http://www.snarkstress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/miley_cyrus.jpg"&gt;weird fashions&lt;/a&gt;, and learning the hard way that &lt;a href="http://celebslam.celebuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/ali-lohan-plastic-surgery.jpg"&gt;too much makeup&lt;/a&gt; is never a good thing. I sympathize and will give them their space, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I writing about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil Mama&lt;/span&gt; then? The answer is...out of love. I love Lil Mama! Shes crazy, but I love her. Consider it crazy love. Plus shes going to be 19 soon, her grace period has expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there is the video for her hypnotic hit single "Lip Gloss." When I first saw this video I thought it had to be a prank, like some sort of SNL Digital Short. It just makes no sense. I don't understand how some ugly, overly glittered lip gloss can make you the most popular girl in school in only one day?! Surely it has to be a joke. But no, the dancing spoons in the cafeteria (2:19) prove me wrong. Lil Mama is definitely not kidding. Shes dead serious. That dancing silverware is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="336" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1mq3z&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1mq3z&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="336" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1mq3z_lil-mama-lip-gloss_music"&gt;LIL MAMA - LIP GLOSS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/JNUELZ"&gt;JNUELZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is her amazing sense of style. Like this ensemble that she wore to the 2007 VMAs. Is she seriously sucking on a pacifier? Did she do ecstasy in her limo? Or did her publicist give it to her as a trick to prevent her from saying stupid crap during red carpet interviews?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/specials/vmas07/show/arrivals/lil_mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/specials/vmas07/show/arrivals/lil_mama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just this week she wore this get-up to the Teen Choice Awards, where she won an obnoxious surf board trophy, probably for Most Poppin Song of the Year. She is looking mighty fierce for someone with a pink bow on their head. Like Little Bo Peep crossed with a pitbull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/08/04/82167768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 485px;" src="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/08/04/82167768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last there are her antics and commentaries on the highly addictive show, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America's Best Dance Crew&lt;/span&gt;. Don't know what I am talking about? Just watch the show and you will see. Trust me. Shes nuts, but in an endearing way. Mostly I'm referring to when she blasted the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boogie Bots&lt;/span&gt;. I do not care to elaborate because I am afraid that the many &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiUrY_IrKJE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;psycho&lt;/a&gt; Boogie Bots fans might come after me on the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRY2A2KNIis"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt;,  as they have &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhndPUtc90"&gt;done&lt;/a&gt; to Mama herself. I am sort of apathetic to the politics of that show nor do I care who wins. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanny Pack&lt;/span&gt; all the way, wooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-8653160060592070184?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8653160060592070184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=8653160060592070184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/8653160060592070184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/8653160060592070184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/08/lil-mama.html' title='Lil Mama'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-6170045417208642788</id><published>2008-07-13T01:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:44:51.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tara Reid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natasha Lyonne'/><title type='text'>Natasha Lyonne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.askmen.com/women/actress_250/pictures_250/natasha_lyonne/natasha_lyonne_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 171px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/women/actress_250/pictures_250/natasha_lyonne/natasha_lyonne_150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy shit. I was just aimlessly browsing Wikipedia when I landed on actress &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha Lyonne’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natasha_Lyonne"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt;. Most people probably wouldn’t recognize this fabulous actress’ name off-hand, but maybe you would recognize her face from the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0163651/"&gt;American Pie&lt;/a&gt; movies or from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120831/"&gt;Slums of Beverly Hills&lt;/a&gt;. I’ve always considered her a hilarious and underrated actress who was capable of stealing a movie. Well my friends, it seems that Natasha has fallen on hard times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most people would probably consider the craziest star of American Pie to be my favorite party girl/skank whore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tara Reid&lt;/span&gt;. I for one definitely did…I mean she had her own show about partying called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0479847/"&gt;Taradise&lt;/a&gt; for christsake. (Keep in mind it is one of my pet peeves to use the word party as a verb, but for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; I make exception). However after reading about Natasha Lyonne on the internet, it seems &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; is undeserving of that superlative. I must say I was completely flabbergasted when I read about her antics over the past few years. She has gotten herself into some utter madness and I had no idea! Where was I when this was happening? If, as I expect, you have no idea what I am talking about I will enlighten you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first blip on Nat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/1611406.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1939057D9939C83F10618C90D0F7736B0105A5397277B4DC33E"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/1611406.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1939057D9939C83F10618C90D0F7736B0105A5397277B4DC33E" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asha’s crazy radar occurred in 2001 when she was arrested for DUI in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; after hitting a road sign (see mug shot right). But her true crazy began two years later when she was evicted from an apartment owned by actor &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001650/"&gt;Michael Rappaport&lt;/a&gt; (Sidenote: I hated him on Boston Public). He published a tell-all &lt;a href="http://washedupcelebrities.blogspot.com/2007/01/natasha-lyonne.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane Magazine&lt;/span&gt; describing her apartment. I quote: “It looked like a grenade had gone off in her bedroom. There was garbage everywhere: scripts, contracts, pages from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hustler&lt;/span&gt; magazine, photos, letters, and things I can’t even mention. There were glasses smashed in the kitchen and there was standing water in the clogged tub with flies hovering over it. When the plumber saw the condition of the bathroom, he said he’d never seen anything that bad before. A freaking &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; plumber—that’s how bad it was.” Wow she seriously read Hustler magazine!? I mean I know she doesn’t exactly exude class, but I pegged her more as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penthouse&lt;/span&gt; reader.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While living in that apartment, Natasha was arrested for an incident in which she broke into her neighbor’s apartment, broke a mirror, and threatened to molest their DOG. Holy crap! I understand that this tenant must have been extremely scared and upset when this happened (hence why she pressed charges), but I would probably give my fucking eyelashes to t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://michaelscomments.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/natasha-lyonne-pics-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 250px;" src="http://michaelscomments.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/natasha-lyonne-pics-004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rade places with her! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It would make me so happy to experience Natasha Lyonne threaten to molest my dog! Ugh why doesn’t anything like this ever happen to me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is with sincere sadness that I mention her eviction caused her to live on the streets (allegedly) and the next time she was heard from she was in a hospital suffering from hepatitis C, a heart infection, and a collapsed lung. Also it was reported she was undergoing methadone treatment (typical for heroin addicts) and had track marks on her body. This is such a tragedy, but I was glad to read that she seems to have recovered and has been busy completing several film projects in the meantime. I suspect (and hope!) her crazy streak has ended, but her short run at insanity has landed her a place here at the Hall of Crazy Women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-6170045417208642788?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6170045417208642788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=6170045417208642788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/6170045417208642788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/6170045417208642788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/07/natasha-lyonne.html' title='Natasha Lyonne'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-6005914384637146531</id><published>2008-07-03T22:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:21:21.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The DaVinci Code'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pope Benedict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point-Counterpoint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY Daily News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donald Trump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Hathaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaello Follieri'/><title type='text'>Point-Counterpoint: Anne Hathaway</title><content type='html'>Here at the Hall of Crazy Women we do not always see eye to eye. For instance, Alex absolutely hated the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt; whereas I thought it was adorable. When we started the Hall we realized soon that we had something new to disagree about, the validity of claiming someone as crazy. Thus out of the ashes of our disagreement arose the Point/Counterpoint phoenix, a new style for our humble blog that I hope you enjoy (since we had a lot of fun writing it and want to do it again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slamm&lt;/span&gt;: So I'm pretty sure Anne Hathaway is crazy, not outwardly crazy like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liza&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Jong-il&lt;/span&gt; but crazy none the less. It is my belief that history will show Anne Hathaway a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31wzalxqEBL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 197px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31wzalxqEBL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s being less than sane, therefore I am putting her on notice. There are already flairs of crazy that have thread their way through her life, for instance, raised Catholic (in Short Hills, NJ) she had dreams of being a nun. Really? Who honestly dreams of joining a convent when they are 8 years old? Crazy people, that's who. She abandoned that notion when she found out that her brother was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;:  Anne  Hathaway  is not crazy.  She is a beautiful, seemingly intelligent, woman who is surrounded by crazy people. Although I would not be surprised if she becomes crazy by the time she is 40 (a normal occurrence for most of the Hollywood crowd), at the moment she is perfectly normal. Counterpoint one: Lots of people who are raised Catholic want to be nuns and priests when they are little and impressionable.  It's called brainwash. I think it makes sense that she gave up her nun dreams when she found out her brother was gay. It would be difficult to both approve of your brother and disapprove of the gay lifestyle at the same time. Plus I don't think black and white are her colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/fashion/1/0/m/i/2/annehathaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 445px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/fashion/1/0/m/i/2/annehathaway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Bows! One of my tried and true litmus tests of crazy I call, "The Do&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/startracks/070806/donald_trump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 184px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/startracks/070806/donald_trump.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nald." It's pretty self explanatory.  If  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donald Trump&lt;/span&gt; puts you on  blast then you are most likely crayzay and as it happens, Anne Hathaway has recently passed this test. Upon news of Anne's breakup with Italian "businessman" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rafaello Follieri&lt;/span&gt;, who among other crimes, claimed to be b.f.f.'s with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pope Benedict&lt;/span&gt; (Anne should pen a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DaVinci Code&lt;/span&gt; sequel with all of her Catholic related life drama). The Donald noted from his ivory tower of crazy that, "She hasn't remained very loyal to him, has she? So when he had plenty of money, she liked him, but then after that, not so good right?" Oooo Snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Spoken like a true asshole, Donald. He is only pissed because the couple no longer pays $37,000 a month to live in Trump Tower. Ms. Hathaway was in her right mind to leave her scam artist boyfriend. He sounds like a first-class douchebag. Who would lie about their connections to the Vatican to fool investors? As if high power people investing hundreds of millions of dollars wouldn't eventually discover this small fib. He should stay in jail for being a complete idiot. In fact, if Hathaway stayed with him I would doubt her sanity. It's like that one friend everyone has who is dating some loser they refuse to dump. You just want to shake the stupid out of them to make them see what is so painfully clear to everyone else. I am glad Anne saw the light before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;But thats exactly what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;happen. Everyone was apparently warning Anne about her sleezepot b.f. and she refused to believe them, even her own &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2008/07/02/2008-07-02_anne_hathaways_folks_told_her_to_get_sma.html"&gt;PARENTS&lt;/a&gt;, according to the NY Daily News. It wasn't until the story was breaking about an investigation did Anne flee the country to dodge the bad press. My point is, I see through Anne Hathaway's cover of being the bland and boring starlet right to the glowing core inside of her that just wants to escape. I mean it, I can literally see right through her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SG-tD9vo6NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L2Jog5fevNg/s1600-h/anne+hathaway+nipples+1thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SG-tD9vo6NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L2Jog5fevNg/s320/anne+hathaway+nipples+1thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219580776771283154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Smart, usually sensible people often find themselves in bad situations. And no, I'm not talking about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Smart&lt;/span&gt; remake. I'm talking about LOVE. Being in love with someone who is crazy doesn't make you crazy! Look at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris O'Donnell&lt;/span&gt; in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113729/plotsummary"&gt;"Mad Love"&lt;/a&gt; where he dates the suicidal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/span&gt;...he's a completely normal guy, he just fell in love with a crazy girl. He can't help it. To explain Anne's situation, I quote rapper, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;: "Love is blind and it will take over your mind." Love took over Anne's mind, but once she came to her senses, she did a hard thing and left her dirtball boyfriend. Amen to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; A, did you really think I would give you the last word? When I was doing some half assed research for this blog post I google'd "Anne Hathaway, crazy" which oddly yielded lyrics to a song by Anne Hathaway (what? did she put out a cd or is this a different person?) called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Crazy Love."&lt;/span&gt; I'm pretty perplexed by this find and I'm going to put it out to our readers to answer my conundrum.  Is this our same disputed crazy? If so, thats ironic, no? Also, and more importantly, what do you guys think? Is Anne crazy or at least on her way to crazyville? We really want to know what you think! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-6005914384637146531?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6005914384637146531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=6005914384637146531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/6005914384637146531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/6005914384637146531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/07/point-counterpoint-anne-hathaway.html' title='Point-Counterpoint: Anne Hathaway'/><author><name>Slamm D. Unk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527368533705731720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SG-tD9vo6NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/L2Jog5fevNg/s72-c/anne+hathaway+nipples+1thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-1638468286845284288</id><published>2008-06-25T07:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:29:14.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherri Shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whoopi Golderg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosie O&apos;Donnell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbara Walters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Hasselbeck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Jones'/><title type='text'>Sherri Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.watchingtheview.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/sherri-shepherd-caddy-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.watchingtheview.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/sherri-shepherd-caddy-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The View&lt;/span&gt;. No other show on television comes near the levels of sheer crazy that this show can achieve in a single episode. OK, I know what you are thinking. Surely some of the reality shows or soap operas out there are crazier than The View, right? I mean have you seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She’s Got the Look&lt;/span&gt;? But the thing about The View that makes it so much crazier is that it tries to pass itself off as a legitimate informative talk show: a diverse group of women discussing the issues that matter in an engaging fashion. I can totally see this formula working on paper. But when you cast attention-starved, nutball, pseudo-celebrities (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Jones, Elizabeth Hasselbeck&lt;/span&gt;) next to actual outspoken celebrities (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosie O’Donnell, Whoopi Goldberg&lt;/span&gt;) that formula goes out the window and what ensues is pure pandemonium.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My absolute favorite co-host is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sherri Shepherd&lt;/span&gt; because she is such a fucking moron. She is beyond dumb. And it’s such a shame too because I think she’s awesome on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt; as Angie Jordan. Sherri often finds herself a bit lost among the strong personalities of the other View hosts. Here she argues that Christians predated &lt;i style=""&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;, even the ancient Greeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmuTef5wVho&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmuTef5wVho&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next she denies the theory of evolution and announces that she has never thought about whether or not the world was flat because she is more concerned with how she is going to feed her child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/werPBQsRC7E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/werPBQsRC7E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbara Walters&lt;/span&gt; quip, “Well you can do both!” Go Babs, you little nympho. At this point I bet the producers of the show wish the world was flat so they could put her on a boat and send her off the edge. Last, Sherri reveals that she has never voted before because she didn’t know the dates of the elections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6zstcVwScE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6zstcVwScE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite being such an idiot, I still love Sherri. I think it has something to do with the fact that she reminds me of a sassy little kid and there is nothing cuter than that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-1638468286845284288?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1638468286845284288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=1638468286845284288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1638468286845284288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1638468286845284288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/06/sherri-shepherd.html' title='Sherri Shepherd'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-6614679510427557060</id><published>2008-06-11T10:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:37:51.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tatum O&apos;Neal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farrah Fawcett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denise Richards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patti Labelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tori Spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva Longoria'/><title type='text'>Farrah Fawcett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://andersonsluke.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/farrah-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://andersonsluke.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/farrah-hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here at The Hall of Crazy Women we love Lifetime movies, or anything even slightly resembling a Lifetime movie. It is our favorite genre of film, especially those from like 15 to 25 years ago. That’s because you know the film will be a perfect blend of high octane lady drama and curiously exquisite hair/fashions. We particularly enjoy this genre of film because this is where many of our favorite crazy women find acting work: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tori Spelling &lt;/span&gt;in “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother May I Sleep With Danger&lt;/span&gt;,” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patti LaBelle&lt;/span&gt; in “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I Wore Lipstick to my Mastectomy&lt;/span&gt;,” and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatum O’Neal&lt;/span&gt; in “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fab Five: The Texas Cheerleader Scandal&lt;/span&gt;.” OK, so that last one hasn’t come out yet, but you just know it’s going to be awesome because Tatum O’Neal is fucking insane. I hope she plays one of the cheerleaders. But if there is one crazy woman who could be considered the queen of the Lifetime movie, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Farrah Fawcett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrisrue.com/funcave/graphics/thefarrah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 195px; height: 217px;" alt="" src="http://www.chrisrue.com/funcave/graphics/thefarrah.jpg" border="0" height="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farrah is a living legend. Her signature hairstyle—appropriately named after her—is oft-imitated by many &lt;em&gt;lesser&lt;/em&gt; starlets even today (ie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise Richards, Eva Longoria, Jessica Simpson&lt;/span&gt;). She was the subject of an iconic poster (right) that adorned the walls of some 12 million boys rooms across America. While in her late 40s she posed nude for Playboy (twice!). And finally, getting back to the intro, she has starred in numerous classic made for TV movies including the greatest Lifetime-esque movie ever created, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Burning Bed&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But naturally, as with most women in Hollywood, Farrah has given us her fair share of crazy. Rewind to 1997. Farrah appeared on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Letterman&lt;/span&gt; completely out of her mind—slurring her words and, at times, uttering complete nonsense. Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUmojv8Ui9g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUmojv8Ui9g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice how she fumbles behind the curtain before entering the stage. My favorite part is at 1:20 when she explains why she was hurried getting to the studio. “There were people…people who love me…” You’re right Farrah, we do love you!!! Then at 3:05, she hilariously describes “scaling” an embankment in Central Park to escape a mob of drunken Irish at the St. Patty’s Day Parade. When I visualize this escapade, I imagine Farrah wearing gold stilettos and carrying a champagne flute. She scales the wall in record time without spilling any of her beverage. She then toasts the town! “Oh NY, how we love each other!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Farrah brought her crazy to roast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Shatner&lt;/span&gt;. I think most of this was scripted—the whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Alexander&lt;/span&gt; at her side part. But the incoherence and giggly behavior was definitely not. This is classic Farrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Bnpz5HK5sc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Bnpz5HK5sc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I leave you with this Noxema shaving cream commercial starring Farrah as some sort of miniature bathroom angel who sings about "Great Balls O' Comfort" and dances in the palm of your hand as you shave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVHw4UFhIv0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVHw4UFhIv0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hall of Crazy Women wishes Farrah a speedy and healthy recovery in her fight against cancer so she can bring us many many more years of crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-6614679510427557060?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6614679510427557060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=6614679510427557060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/6614679510427557060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/6614679510427557060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/06/farrah-fawcett.html' title='Farrah Fawcett'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-1524061630003577406</id><published>2008-05-30T11:57:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:21:21.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza Minelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Taylor'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth Taylor</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I came up with the idea to decorate the interior of my walk in closet (my first ever!) with portraits of famous women. I tend to dress a little outlandishly at times, a 70s bell sleeve pink and floral dress, a blue 40s hat complete with netting…awesome, but def. not practical. As a result most of my pieces of flare don’t come out of the closet as much I’d like so I wanted them to be guarded by my favorite style icons. I consulted my good friend, Alex, for his advice and he agreed noting that the best famous women are the craziest! We never did get to decorate that closet (I lived there a short 2 months, in true crazy woman status), but in some ways I hope this blog reflects that original thought. For a concept blog, I hope we entertain and amuse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first post I wanted to celebrate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Taylor&lt;/span&gt;. I love her; she is the ultimate woman to perfectly encapsulate what this blog really is about. In her prime s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAkCX7tO0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wm-G1Xo1Eq0/s1600-h/liztaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAkCX7tO0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wm-G1Xo1Eq0/s320/liztaylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206200792443075394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he w&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAY-H7tOyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6i-Kfkvlv78/s1600-h/liztaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206188624800725794" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAY-H7tOyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6i-Kfkvlv78/s1600-h/liztaylor.jpg" style="'width:158.25pt;height:240pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\dittusas\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\07\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAY-H7tOyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6i-Kfkvlv78/s320/liztaylor.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as&lt;em&gt; the&lt;/em&gt; beauty queen of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, her sultry looks, forever captured on film justified the hype and influenced a whole generation of women. She took chances in both the roles she choose on screen and in her personal life. She was married eight times, twice to the same guy. What makes me love her the most is the series of outlandish moments that have made her life seem so fun and exciting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'd like to share with you some of my favorite Elizabeth Taylor moments throughout the years, some you may very well know about and some that you might have overlooked. We really hope that you like our ode to the women that will grace these pages and that you will become inspired by them as much as we have. As Liz said once, "I adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. You can't posses radiance, you can only admire it." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I now give you Elizabeth Taylor, beautiful, graceful, charming, funny, smart and just a LITTLE CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young girl growing up in the early 90s my first exposure to Elizabeth Taylor was through her White Diamonds campaign. In fact, my grandmother, who OWNED the perfume, and who lived with my family exposed me to a lot of Elizabeth Taylor growing up. I'll never forget watching those commercials with her during her "stories".&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjVfu8-Wp6s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjVfu8-Wp6s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second favorite Liz moment is from the Golden Globes, in which she presented the best picture award for 2000. I quote her delivery of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;" all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zle6_AoITMk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zle6_AoITMk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone knows Liz has been married like a million times and judging from this clip, from another early 90s childhood staple, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entertainment Tonight&lt;/span&gt; (remember when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Tesh &lt;/span&gt;was on it?!), she's not planning on doing so again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJUrVPIrpHk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJUrVPIrpHk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But probably the craziest thing about Elizabeth Taylor is her association with fellow crazies, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liza Minelli&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I think about what the three of them do and talk about when they are together. Once, I imagined them sitting in a garden, eating jello out of crystal bowls. This picture is from Liza's wedding to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Gest&lt;/span&gt;, god I wish I could have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAmbX7tO2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/raPeVKcgCas/s1600-h/2003_7_gestmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAmbX7tO2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/raPeVKcgCas/s320/2003_7_gestmin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206203420963060578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Liz has said that she doesn't read any of the biographies written about her. But I hope she knows that we all love her, no matter how crazy she is.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-1524061630003577406?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1524061630003577406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=1524061630003577406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1524061630003577406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1524061630003577406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/05/elizabeth-taylor.html' title='Elizabeth Taylor'/><author><name>Slamm D. Unk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527368533705731720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ExEac6moaG4/SEAkCX7tO0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wm-G1Xo1Eq0/s72-c/liztaylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-5882088153443790686</id><published>2008-05-27T03:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:32:41.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Kim'/><title type='text'>Diana Ross</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/span&gt;, a movie which is partly based on the rise to fame of Motown girl group, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Supremes&lt;/span&gt;, and their leader, the legendary diva, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana Ross&lt;/span&gt;. While watching I was reminded of something: Diana Ross is completely nuts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OK, I know that she has like a bajillion number 1 singles and an Oscar nod for her role as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Sings the Blues&lt;/span&gt;. Not to mention starring roles in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahogany&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wiz&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Platinum&lt;/span&gt; (ha!). Also I just found out (according to my trusted colleague, Wikipedia) that she has not 1 but 2 stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! In other words Diana Ross is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total icon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But despite this litany of honors that Ms. Ross has achieved, when I think of her, the first thing that comes to mind is the time she felt up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil Kim&lt;/span&gt; at the 1999 VMAs. The fact that this is my foremost memory of Diana can be partially attributed to the fact that I am a proud member of the MTV generation and have only been alive for the sunset of her career. But it is also due to the fact that Diana Ross is absolutely crazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; so is grabbing Lil Kim’s boob on national TV. After the incident she went on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larry King&lt;/span&gt; and blamed her maternal instincts: “You get caught up in the MTV Awards and I just...I was acting like a mother, to say 'Why are you doing this?’”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I don’t know about you, but I consider this to be a perfectly legitimate excuse. Really I do. If anyone needs a stern mother, Lil Kim does. But then Diana goes and gets herself detained for &lt;i style=""&gt;the exact same thing&lt;/i&gt; a month later at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Heathrow&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Supposedly while being examined at a checkpoint she felt that she was violated by a female security guard. In response, she then fondled the same guard saying, “This is how it feels to be fondled.” I love it. I can’t imagine anything funnier than a skinny old crazy lady with an explosion of hair fondling an airport security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I leave you with this clip of Diana Ross at the 1994 World Cup where she misses a penalty kick (and then the net collapses?). I love her red track suit because it reminds me of my grade school gym teacher, who coincidentally was also completely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXjCKwBtG0I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXjCKwBtG0I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-5882088153443790686?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5882088153443790686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=5882088153443790686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/5882088153443790686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/5882088153443790686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/05/diana-ross.html' title='Diana Ross'/><author><name>Alex P. Keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976317171496668413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019047773735181408.post-1715527587590460031</id><published>2008-05-24T02:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:46:51.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilary Duff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyra Banks'/><title type='text'>Tyra Banks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is only appropriate that the first crazy woman I write about be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyra Banks &lt;/span&gt;because she is my favorite crazy. Although I must admit: I do (slightly) suspect she’s not actually nuts but maybe just a drama queen. But then again, she does act loco a majority of the time on each of her many shows. So I am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and warrant her legitimately crazy. As proof I submit the following YouTube clips, my top 5 Tyra crazy moments:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Tyra shows insolent &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s Next Top Model reject, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;, some tough luv:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/53sOpQQWOOA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53sOpQQWOOA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;2. OK I realize this next one is supposed to be a spoof of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oprah’s&lt;/span&gt; Favorite Things, but I can see the glimmer of crazy in Tyra’s eyes as she rolls on the floor. Whenever I am feeling blue I just watch this clip:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPloclVWWus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPloclVWWus&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Tyra’s signature move is to feel other girls’ boobs. She does this…a lot. Here she feels &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katherine McPhee’s&lt;/span&gt;. At least she cracks a joke about her wig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pPrzgPNOP0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pPrzgPNOP0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. As executive producer of The Tyra Show, you just know she totally came up with the idea for this bit, a spoof of Déjà Vu by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce &lt;/span&gt;(another one of my favorite crazies). I’ve never actually seen this episode of Tyra but I have a feeling that even in context I would still consider this clip to be completely bonkers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MW-dkLgoN9I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MW-dkLgoN9I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. This one is just funny to me. I like how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H.Duff&lt;/span&gt; acts as if she actually cares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Och-VFreys&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Och-VFreys&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019047773735181408-1715527587590460031?l=hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1715527587590460031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8019047773735181408&amp;postID=1715527587590460031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1715527587590460031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8019047773735181408/posts/default/1715527587590460031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hallofcrazywomen.blogspot.com/2008/05/tyra-banks.html' title='Tyra Banks'/><author><name>Alex P. 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