A video showing sketchy men trying to take advantage of a woman who was acting drunk in public made the rounds last week, but the directors of the "prank" video neglected to mention that the "creepy" men were paid actors. Two of the men told Inside Edition they're upset at being made to look like predators.
The Lisa Turtle meltdown of 2012 is still happening. Still.
Normal Bob Smith is the Margaret Mead of Union Square Park. He is an artist who lives in Bushwick and comes to the park everyday to document the vagrants, drifters, street preachers, and free-hug-givers who hang out there. In the process, he has put together an extraordinarily extensive guide to the Square's peeping toms, upon whom he meta-peeps while they are ogling innocent ladies' panties. Above, an old guy pretends to be a confused tourist preoccupied with his phone, while wandering the park with a video-enabled camera held at crotch level.
See how many of the following classic moments you can spot in this clip:
Everything that's old is new again in the gossip world today. Inside Edition is claiming to have "uncovered" something that we posted about two years ago. As we're all painfully and forcibly aware, beachy keen supermodel Christie Brinkley is divorcing her beefy cad of a husband, Peter Cook. Cook is a certified creep who had an affair with a 15-year-old toy store employee and "privately, secretly" masturbated on web cameras, but he was also kind of a hunk back in the day! In 1981 he posed in an itty bitty bathing costume on the cover of GQ and damned if he didn't look good. Now the ever-desperate for scoops Inside Edition, in a press release, is claiming to have unearthed the revealing cover. Except, um, it's not new!
Yeah, you already knew Fox News host Bill O'Reilly could be a volcanic asshole on camera, because he explodes at people all the time. But it's still fun to watch O'Reilly thoroughly lose his shit in this old clip from his Inside Edition days, which resurfaced on the Web tonight. You have to feel for whatever poor soul wrote the script for O'Reilly's teleprompter. Video — including the exclamation "Fuck it! Do it live!" — after the jump.
There once was a land — a magical land — where a squarejawed titan named John Tesh and a leggy vixen named Mary Hart reigned supreme. Together, they blazed a pioneering trail in which the worlds of journalism and entertainment converged into 30 minutes of televised bliss each and every weeknight. But much like other creations that were born of the purest intentions (think: The Coreys, Britney Spears and Napster), copycat competitors soon entered the fray and everything quickly turned to shit.
Today, the state of celebrity infotainment is at a crossroads, a crossroads at which the likes of Harvey Levin, Billy Bush and Mark McGrath are honored as the Father, Son and Unholy Ghost of the genre. As new celeb-centric shows spring up with greater regularity than lesions on Paris Hilton's nether regions, we here at Defamer are proud to present a new weekly video feature that we are calling Dirt Sandwich. Culled together by Intrepid Defamer Videographer™ Molly McAleer, each episode will place an unforgiving spotlight on the week's lowest and highest moments (which, as you'll soon discover, are often one and the same). Enjoy!