It was rumored that “Pan Am” was already given the ax because it sucks and nobody watched it, but ABC says it still plans to continue it for another season. You have Ashley Greene’s hotness to thank for those additional 10 episodes, because it was the only reason that crappy show made it past the pilot. And don’t think she doesn’t know it, either. Radar Online says:

“Ashley came rolling on to the [Pan Am] set acting like a queen bee,” an insider [said].

“She was stuck-up with the crew and acted like appearing on TV amounted to slumming. She referred to herself as a ‘real movie star,’ and said she was sure her guest stint would boost ratings.”

The 24-year-old actress was [also] completely cold to her costars.

“Ashley didn’t want to socialize with Christina Ricci or Kelli Garner, the stars of the show,” the source says. “They had organized a welcome lunch for Ashley, but she blew them off. That was extremely off-putting to everyone.”

You can’t look like she does and not be a bitch. The world is her fucking oyster, man. If I looked like that, the only acknowledgement you’d ever get from me is maybe a fart in your general direction. I wouldn’t even make eye contact.

Outtakes from her photo shoot for Men’s Fitness:

“Boardwalk Empire’s” Paz de la Huerta has a ridiculous body, but she has the kind of crazy eyes that you usually only see on someone pushing a rusty shopping cart downtown and yelling at pigeons. I wouldn’t know whether she was about to kiss me or stab me in the knee with a screwdriver.

In a photo shoot by acclaimed creepy pervert Terry Richardson:

GQ has released some behind-the-scenes footage from their photo shoot with Sports Illustrated cover girl Brooklyn Decker in her panties. I don’t know if the shoot was for an upcoming issue or if it’s been around for a while, and to be honest, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me because I no longer believe in the concept of linear time. All is one, and existence in the temporal sense is delusory. That’s what I’m planning on telling the judge at my probation hearing, anyway.

Lindsay Lohan posed for acclaimed pervert photographer Terry Richardson in New York last week in a series of black and white photos that show her smoking a cigarette with her legs spread. Or as she calls it, “In my element.”

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Tyler Shields — or “the poor man’s Terry Richardson,” as he’s known to the rest of the world — posted some “controversial” pictures of Glee’s Heather Morrison on his website today. She’s pictured as a 1960′s housewife with a black eye and bound with an iron, but she seems to be enjoying herself and all the implied abuse in the photos. So what do the pictures mean, exactly? Do they glamorize domestic abuse? Are they a metaphor for being beaten down by domesticity? Restrained by socio-cultural mores? Or do they just confirm that above all, Tyler Shields remains a talentless fucking hack? I guess it’s one of those questions for the ages.

These pics are supposedly from Gossip Girl actress Blake Lively’s spread in next month’s Glamour magazine, but I don’t know if it’s really her. On one hand, she hasn’t publicly denied the photos’ authenticity yet, so maybe they are real. On the other hand, her mole looks kinda different, and I’m pretty sure she parts her hair on the other side, and I also vaguely remember her wearing a blouse like that in Spain in August of 2007, so it could very well be the work of photoshop. The only way we’ll know for sure is to compare these with the leaked nude pics from last night, because if there’s one thing we can all agree on, it’s that those are for damn sure Blake Lively, no matter what her rep might try and tell the press. I’m sure it’s just a “coincidence” that her new movie happens to open next week!

Kelly Brook does full frontal nudity for Exhibition Magazine’s “Lipstick” Issue. I have no idea what that magazine is, but a few things: Kelly Brook’s body is fucking amazing. Seriously, they should take out the dude in da Vinci’s “Vintruvian Man” and put her in it. It’s like the evolutionary pinnacle of womanhood. Second, you should be saving these onto your hard drive. For, you know, further scientific perusal.

All so NSFW:

Rumer Willis had to take her moon-face all the way to Indonesia to be named as “Hollywood’s Next Wave”. It’s too bad their Google translator didn’t work right. They were really going for “Hollywood’s Next Pigskin” in reference to her football-shaped head.

Square jaws are so now:

Nylon claims to have “227 ways to keep yourself warm this winter” in their January issue, but I’ll do you one better than their boring shearling coats and patterned tights — masturbating to these sexy pictures of Mila Kunis! Your genitals are one of the warmest parts of your body, plus the up-and-down motion naturally converts kinetic energy into heat. But FYI, nobody ever wants to hear that explanation in a crowded restaurant. It’s better to just ask someone to turn the heat up or wear some mittens.

Because being stuck in rehab can really put a dent in a girl’s pocketbook, Lindsay Lohan has come up with an ingenious plan to make her current situation a little more profitable. Popeater says:

The scandalized star is planning a staged photo shoot documenting her healing [in rehab] that she will then sell to the highest bidder.

“Lindsay hasn’t worked in so long that the only way she makes money now is from selling photographs,” a friend of Lohan’s [said]. “Pictures of her in rehab getting better could sell for as much as $100,000.”

One weekly editor [said], “You would think she would be focusing on dealing with her addictions not staying photo shoots. But this is who this girl is. She never thinks about the long-term solution but rather is always looking for the quick fix.”

Sounds great, except she’s already “documented her healing process” before:

This wouldn’t be the first time images of Lindsay in rehab have been sold to the press. In 2007 OK! magazine published images of Lindsay reading self help books and doing yoga while she was a Cirque Lodge Treatment Center in Utah.

Not that the pictures won’t sell, but nobody’s “documenting the healing process” here. Let’s call it what it is: a last-ditch effort from a washed-up has-been who’s partied herself broke and made herself a pariah. You could take a dump on the sidewalk and call it “The Gastrointestinal Evolution of a Bag of Cool Ranch Doritos” but it’s still just a dump on the sidewalk. At least until M. Night Shyamalan puts his name on it, anyway.

And now Gisele Bundchen in Spanish DT, because she’s not Lindsay Lohan or poop on a sidewalk:

Kim Kardashian posed for a photo shoot with notorious pervert Terry Richardson and posted a couple of the “highlights” on her official blog:

I did a fab photo shoot with the amazing Terry Richardson at Chateau Marmont in LA for the Sunday Times in London.

What do you think of these pics? I’m loving the leopard print and lace!

I’m loving the leopard and lace, too. It’s the “I’m severely constipated and suffering from scoliosis” I’m not so wild about. It looks like she’s posing for one of those colonoscopy pamphlets they hand out at the proctologist’s office.

If I were any more obsessed with British glamour model Kelly Brook, I’d be wearing her skin like a dress while preening in front of a mirror. But just so you know, you should never write that in a card and send it to a girl you like. Apparently there’s a very fine line between “compliment” and “proof of intent to commit murder.”