Gay Dads of New York.
Since 1998, social media has irrevocably altered how celebrity news is prepared and consumed, but a basic rule of gossip remains in place fifteen years later.
Death threats are involved.
A spat with Angel Haze ended in the use of a gay slur to describe Perez Hilton.
The gle-enemy attacks, kills with Nicki Minaj verses.
He was told, "You are a human being having a spiritual experience." Repeatedly.
"Uranus is so pretty, it feels like home."
A box-office take of $223 million worldwide in three days is simply not up to Hilton's lofty standards.
Don't get your hopes up.
Some say a JPEG with scribbly MS Paint genitals is worth a thousand words. Perez Hilton is a master of such visual haiku, and when it comes to emceeing an event, he's equally succinct with his hyperbole.
The Times reports this morning that Perez Hilton is in talks with Warner Bros. Records to get his own record label.
Smutty diva Peaches, who virtually defined the porno-electro rage of the new millennium with her mind-numbingly catchy song “Fuck the Pain Away,” took the stage last night at the HighLine Ballroom, and truly brought the filth.