Lauren Hutton's supposed faux pas against "the gays" pales in comparison to Sharon Stone's allegations that the disaster in China was deserved due to their poor treatment of the Tibetans. (I think she used the phrase, "bad karma." Yikes!) So the damage control begins, and not only has Stone expressed her remorse, Dior did more than slap her on the wrist: Today the New York Times reports that they ended her beauty and fashion contract for China when customers over there threatened to boycott the brand. Poor Sharon. Sometimes when stars try to get political, the fallout is disastrous. But, the week's not over yet! My bet is on Jessica Simpson for the next spillage...

I've kinda stopped reading Perez Hilton. What used to be kinda fun and silly has turned ugly, and the offensive bodysnarking is rampant. So after a long dry spell, I decided to see what Perez had been up to, and what I saw alarmed me. Seems Perez had his manties in a bunch, because a photo of Lauren Hutton was labeled in white (traditional Perez fashion) with the word, "HAG!" accompanied by the following copy:

Oh Weleda, you make me so proud. I'm always a bit partial to natural, organic lines, but despite its inherent crunchiness, there's something quite chic about this line. I just got my hands on their coveted cult product, Wild Rose Intensive Facial Oil, and it really is the dreamiest. Each individual capsule contains a blend of organic Rosehip Oil, nourishing Evening Primrose Oil, protective Peach Kernel Oil and moisturizing Sweet Almond Oil. Crack one of those suckers open, warm the blend between your palms, and apply it to damp skin and you're not only overwhelmed by the scent of roses, but the oil is light enough to give you that dewy effect without lapsing into oily territory. Sweet.

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These little gel slices have been around for ages, but I didn't hear about them until a very brilliantly made up boi at a Bare Escentuals store cornered me and said, "GIIIIIIRL, you have got to get yourself some of these!" And for $8.00, how can I walk away from such a recommendation? I cannot. Per Troy's advice, I threw my package into the fridge and then after a night of merriment and excess, I applied them to the giant grocery sacks under my eyes and then sat on the sofa, hoping desperately not to throw up.

The gels feel a lot like you've got two slices of deli meat on your face, but the innocuous little slicks did a number on my appearance. I may have felt like death on a platter, but I looked amazingly well-rested and ready for the day. Take that, tequila!