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  Source: Wired In today's episode of Rich White Girl Jonkler Vibes , we take a look at Wired's interview with Grimes  Claire Boucher  and shit on all the bullshit she shat forth as she's so often wont to do. So strap on your muck boots and get those masks back out of the closet, Peckerlings - there's a lot of mess to wade through here. In the interview, which will be featured in Wired's upcoming September issue, Claire talks a LOT about AI, robots, and the future - using lots of fancy smart people words like "sick": On the idea of fans creating music using her AI generated voice long after she's gone:  "Oh sick, I might get to live forever." If she had an opportunity to go back to any recording session ever:  "The Ninth, that'd be sick." On films she would be interested in doing: "A Midsummer Night's Dream update would be so sick." And on Jeff Bezos' plans to build a megastructure that has something to do wit

  Super rich people are not like the rest of us. They don't worry about the electric company raising prices which forces some to swelter inside their homes because they can't afford the A/C. Or rationing medication because of greedy pharma and insurance companies. Those are plebe problems.  Rich people worry about the audacity of a waspy fitness guru raising prices on them. Tracy Anderson, the trendy fitness guru to the rich, privilege and BFF of celebs including Goopy and JLo is facing the rage of clients at her Hamptons studio. In the  USA, she has studios NYC, LA, Palm Beach, and the Hamptons.   If you're not familiar with Tracy Anderson or her method - its a dance-based fitness routine where a room is heated to 95 F (35 C) with 75% humidity.  It's like working out in the middle of the Amazon jungle. Except in her studios the jungle animals are rich and will strike you down at the mere thought of breathing on their space. Clients are upset about the new prices and I

Ben Platt, seen above in a blouse even Ruth Buzzi might have been embarrassed to wear, along with the darlingest meemaw-approved high-waisted pants, has just about had it with you poors calling him out for being a wealthy Nepo Baby, so knock it off.  As you may recall, last year "New York" magazine published a story on Hollywood Nepo Babies, which explained the obvious: the sons and daughters of wealthy Hollywood stars and execs have it real easy when it comes to breaking into showbiz. How easy is it for them? Easy as a dead whore, I'd say, but what really rankled said nepo babies? The article named names.  This included Ben Platt, an arguably insufferable performer and singer whose vibrato is so out of control that he sounds like Woody Woodpecker on his best days (and on his worst, Anthony Newley). But I digress. When recently asked about his status as a Nepo Baby - given that his father, Marc, is one of the richest, most successful producers of the past two decades - he

It's a Peen Battle, ya'll! But first, whisper thy names: Rockefeller. Vanderbilt. Carnegie. These were the august financial titans of the 1920s, who, in today's dollars, would be worth hundreds of billions of dollars more than any of today's financial behemoths.  Plus, I'm fairly certain that Rockefeller, Vanderbilt or Carnegie never challenged each other to a "literal dick measuring context," but golly, it's 2023 and we're so much more evolved. This is not to say that Rockefeller and the like were well-behaved. They were ruthless, often blood-thirsty, monopolists, and in the case of Henry Ford, virulently anti-Semitic.  But like Trump's legal quagmires being called "Stupid Watergate," we now have its companion, "Wealthy Stupidos," in the form of Musk, Zuckerberg and Jeff Bezos. Added bonus: they are all deeply concerned with their peen sizes.  How else to explain Bezos' notorious rocket-shlong - specifically designed w

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Photo: Architectural Digest It's been asked many times over the ages: What makes a house a home? Some people say it's simply having a roof over your head. Complete psychopaths say it's family. Here at the Manor, we say it's having a convoy of saucy stablehands and haughty housemaids on deck! Butt, if you're 2017's The Crapper Clapper star Amanda Seyfried , the answer is....toilets!

  Leo DiCapprio and Jeff Bezos have turned over their sofa cushions to find loose change they plan to give to support the Protecting Our Planet (POP) Challenge. The POP Challenge is one of the largest privately funded organizations that is focused on biodiversity conservation.  The duo's non profit organizations - Leo's "Wild Conservation" (and no, it's not the theme of his latest yacht party) and Bezo's "Nature Solutions" (which sounds like a line of cleaning products) are tag teaming to pony up $200 million into the POP Challenge. According to Variety, "The POP Challenge will support the expansion and management of Brazil's protected areas and Indigenous territories". I think its swell that these two titans of their respective industries are coming together to support efforts to protect the Amazon Forest. Jeff Bezo's reported net worth is $148 billion and Leo's $300 million. With that kind of money, they can easily buy the Ama

Source: gwynethpaltrow/Instagram Broth connoisseur and sentient kindling Gwyneth Paltrow took some time with her head out of her 20-year-old stripper's ass this week to embark on a lavish vacation with her family in Italy, and aren't we lucky she shared the photos to prove it! I know we're all super busy mainlining cheez whiz and canned soup right now, but please! There's tatas involved so I need your full attention!