Aaron Carter, 18, who infamously starred in a love triangle with Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff, has called off his six-day engagement to a Playboy model four years his senior.
The Playboy model used to date his older brother, Backstreet Boy Nick Carter. Ick. In related news, I can’t wait for “House of Carters,” a new reality show premiering Monday on E!, starring Aaron, Nick and three sisters that will undoubtedly take dysfunctional family TV to new lows.
Speaking of unhappy endings, “The Bachelor” returns to ABC on Oct. 2. It doesn’t matter how many “Bachelor” couples break up after the show is over; host Chris Harrison will not give up, and I will not stop watching. The latest Prince Charming is an actual prince named Lorenzo.
Our modern prince is a cosmetics entrepreneur who lives in Manhattan and is looking for a best friend who can be a wife and mother. Boring. Still, the optimistic Harrison describes Lorenzo as the nicest guy ever—oh, that’s not boring at all—and promises an old-school season with fewer crazy twists. But not fewer crazy bachelorettes.
“There’s going be some stalkers on the show,” he told me at an ABC press tour party in July. “These women know this man is a prince. There’s this one really crazy girl. She’s on the show.”
And by that he means, “Get ready for the most dramatic rose ceremony in history.”
Finally, what would Fashion Week be without a little catfight? Contestant Laura Bennett accused “Project Runway” designer Jeffrey Sebelia of cheating. Bennett reportedly told producers Sebelia may have had help sewing on his final runway collection, prompting an internal investigation.
Sebelia responded to the accusation thusly: “Quack quack quack, quackquackquackquack.” Or something like that. The three “Runway” finalists were revealed on Wednesday.
RECAP—It was not a good week for Shanna Moakler on “Dancing with the Stars.” First, her ex Travis Barker made tabloid news by smooching Paris Hilton. But even worse, she got kicked off “Dancing with the Stars” after mamboing to a live-band version of “Jump” by Kris Kross. In early ‘90s hip-hop speak, that’s wiggity-wiggity-wiggity-wack.
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