When the light's out, I'm less dangerousWhoever thought tacking on some long, stringy extensions to Rumer's man hair would soften her spudly features was dead-ass wrong. She's already tarnished the Globes; does she have to soil my memories of Nirvana, too?
As it turns out, having a truck-faced celebutante as their little Miss might be the least of their problems. The nominations are due to be announced tomorrow, but because of the Writers' Guild strike, the show might not go on. If producers decide to go ahead with the airing of the awards, the WGA will most likely picket the show, and members of the Screen Actors' Guild will not cross the picket lines in support of their brethren. In fact, if the DVD residual and internet rights issues aren't resolved, count on the SAG to strike this summer, too.
The Globes folks do have a small hope: If they can get the union to grant them a dispensation (as they did for Liz Taylor's AIDS benefit recently), then the actors will attend, but then the producers will have to figure out another way to get rid of Rumer. I say, Stick to your guns, WGA! And lock Rumer in the broom closet.
