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Originally Posted by GoFugYourself.com

You know, I was all set to fug Courtney Love for the following:



You know, because it's crazy. And then I saw her without her coat (but WITH her elbow-length knit gloves!) at her book signing:



And I kind of fell in love again for the first time, you know? Every day is a learning experience for me here at GFY HQ. I have discovered, for example, that, despite what she may wear, J.Lo has really good hair. I've had it confirmed for me that Satin Is Hard To Wear. And I've learned, once and for all, that I have unexpectedly positive reactions people in glasses, be they real or not.

Good old C Love has pulled it together in a kooky way that amuses me. Sure, the dress is too short and she's a total mess, basically, but she's also Courtney Love, and in a way -- as fun as it was to watch Courtney's High Class Makeover of 1996 -- is she really Courtney Love if she's not stomping around with mussed eye makeup and tights? There's something about the way her Punk Mom persona slams right into this new Sexpot Book Author look that makes me want to buy her book and throw a microphone stand at someone's head.

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Don’t Call It a Comeback (Yet)

"I PROBABLY shouldn’t be smoking,” Courtney Love said, stubbing out her Camel Light in a small humidifier that the Barnes & Noble on Astor Place provided on Tuesday evening. But the thought died a quick death, and soon her assistant was lighting an unending succession of cigarettes for her.
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Rahav Segev for The New York Times

CRANKY DIVA: Courtney Love, in glasses, arrives at a book signing for her memoir.

Costumed fans approached for autographed copies of her new memoir, “Dirty Blonde: The Diaries of Courtney Love,” a somewhat random inventory of Ms. Love’s life and mind.

Allowing for Halloween, peculiar devotees materialized: one woman wore only a head-to-toe red body stocking. Ms. Love joked that she would sign the book with a drawing of two breasts.

Mellow and looking heavier after more than a year of sobriety, Ms. Love, 42, wore a black and gold Rochas dress and kept a brown crocodile Chloé bag at her feet. Her bleached hair, famous for its no-brush policy, looked professionally styled. Mostly teenagers approached the table; they were mere babes in 1992 when Ms. Love married Kurt Cobain. When one fan asked how she felt, Ms. Love replied, smiling, “A little bit diva, a little cranky.”

The crowd probably knew her best not for her raw punk rock, much-dissected marriage or movie roles like Althea, the wife of Larry Flynt, in “The People vs. Larry Flynt,” but for her tabloid-ready personal dramas, which she referred to when her weight gain was mentioned: “I’m not a size 6, darling, don’t even plan on being. When I was fat, I said, ‘When I become an 8 again, I’m just gonna be grateful.’ When I was too skinny I was on Court TV a lot.”

The black cloud over Ms. Love’s career is heavy with drug arrests, violent behavior, bare skin and blunt words. A particularly self-defeating week in March 2004 included flashing her breasts to David Letterman and being charged with assaulting a fan. Toward the end of “Dirty Blonde,” Ms. Love writes: “I’ve scrubbed clean the mud and rags of 2000-2005; five years of hell.”

Several fans asked about her 14-year-old daughter, Frances Bean Cobain. “In every interview I’ve done lately it’s nonstop questions about Kurt and Frances,” Ms. Love said later. “I mean,” she added, she is who she sleeps with (to paraphrase) “and I am my progeny, and that’s all I am?”

Then she read aloud a text message: “Mom, I just saw you on ‘The View.’ It was very cute and only 30 percent embarrassing for me to hear the stories you told.”

Soon, she was riding in a limo to her book party at the Beatrice Inn in the West Village, discussing the book’s incarnation: “I was moving things from storage and had material I’d collected over the years. Kurt’s journals had done really well and I thought I’d publish mine, too.”

The book offers several gems; one is a 1976 rejection letter from the Mickey Mouse Club. “I read Sylvia Plath’s poem ‘Daddy,’ ” Ms. Love said, grinning widely. “I don’t think Disney was ready for me.”

Having changed for the party, the woman who wore a $32 dress from Contempo Casuals to the 2004 Grammys because no designer would dress her was now draped in a $40,000 Alessandro Dell’Acqua gown.

Ms. Love’s friend Michael Stipe was dressed as an angel. “She’s in the top three smartest people I’ve ever met,” he said over the din, “and she’s made an amazing record the world has yet to hear.”

Famous for her comebacks, Ms. Love is releasing a new album, “How Dirty Girls Get Clean,” sometime in the spring. It was produced by Linda Perry, who has compared Ms. Love’s lyrics to Bob Dylan’s. Will this comeback stick? “There was this item in Rolling Stone where they said something like, ‘You guys all need therapy, comparing Courtney Love to Bob Dylan,’ ” Ms. Love said, “and I was thinking, time will tell.”

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here was a Rolling Stones benefit concert for the Clinton Foundation at Beacon Theatre [NYC] last night [10/29] - where Jack White and Christina Aguilera performed their own duets with Mick Jagger.Bill and Hillary were there but left before midnight. The Clinton Party crew continued on at the after party at the Gramercy Park hotel where Courtney Love, Jack White, Steve Bing, and Mario Batali were amongst the guests who kept going into the early hours of the morning.

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Meanwhile, Steven Meisel is making arrangements to travel to meet with Courtney Love, who he is photographing for a spring issue of Italia Vogue. "I've spoken with Courtney, and she's open to any ideas I have. She wants the pictures to have a rock and roll, edgy, but still chic atmosphere so I've taken that into consideration. Courtney's a gem to work with, so the outcome should be fantastic."

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Courtney Love's story draws big crowd at Book Passage

After signing 400 copies of her new book, "Dirty Blonde," for a long line of fans at Book Passage Saturday afternoon, rock singer Courtney Love wandered into a quiet corner of the store and began browsing through the women's self-improvement section.

"Wait," she told her anxious entourage, including a large body guard in a black suit. "I want sex books. Hold on."

Looking glamorous, sipping a latte like a kinky Junior Leaguer in black spiked heels, black stockings, a sheer black skirt and black top, her bright platinum hair spilling over her shoulders, the 42-year-old widow of Kurt Cobain had shown up for the Corte Madera signing more than an hour late.

Blaming an eye problem - she apparently got makeup in one - she apologized to her patient fans, some of whom had been waiting since the store opened that morning. She made it up to them by playing an unmixed copy of her unreleased new album, "How Dirty Girls Get Clean," rather loudly over the store's sound system. The CD is expected to go on sale in February.

"Don't record this and put it on the Internet," she warned, shouting over the blare of the music. "If you do, I'd be so f----- and I'd never come to Marin County again."

During a phone interview in the car as she was being driven from her San Francisco hotel to the bookstore, Love talked about staying briefly in Mill Valley with her estranged father when she was a delinquent teenager living in foster homes and juvenile facilities.

"I went to Tam High for like a minute," she recalled. "I hitchhiked home and got a ride from Eddie Money. I remember that."

In "Dirty Blonde," subtitled "the Diaries of Courtney Love," a random collection of photos and scribbles and drawings and poems, Love documents her troubled childhood, her marriage to Cobain and her rock stardom with her band, Hole.

She writes in her author's note that "my values have changed dramatically over the years. I am now a practicing Buddhist, sober and macrobiotic."

Love sounded slurry during the interview in the car, but then it may have been a bad cell phone connection. In any case, she admitted that she didn't clean up her act after seeing God, finding inner truth and having a spiritual epiphany.

"The court made me," she said.

Three years ago, she was arraigned on two felony counts of drug possession and put on probation, which she violated by overdosing at a Hollywood club last summer. In the end, a judge ordered her to undergo a month-long drug rehab program.

"The DA made me a cause celebre," she contended, then admitted, "On top of which my own behavior wasn't good. I was doing drugs, so I was asking for it."

Last month, Forbes magazine reported that Cobain, the Nirvana frontman who committed suicide in 1994, leaped past Elvis Presley to the top of this year's "Top-Earning Dead Celebrities." His estate raked in $50 million from October 2005 to October 2006.

Love, whose daughter by Cobain, Frances Bean, is now 14, is credited with boosting the grunge god's take after she sold 25 per cent of Nirvana's publishing catalog to an outside company for a reported $50 million.

Cobain took the color photograph of Love in the nude, lying on her stomach, her nicely-rounded backside exposed, that graces the cover of "Dirty Blonde."

The book has an undeniable lurid tone, so it's surprising that she's still complaining about a recent sex scandal in the British tabloids about her torrid affair with English comedian Steve Coogan, whom she met when they were both staying in the same hotel in Los Angeles.

"We had a....you know," she said as she was driven through Marin's rainbow tunnel. "We burned the place down."

Still, she doesn't think she deserved the kind of cruel treatment that the Fleet Street gossip mongers subjected her to.

"I've never had my sex life on the front page of a tabloid," she insisted. "It wasn't a big thing over here because he's not famous in the United States. But it was everywhere in the U.K. It was Kate Moss size in the tabloids for weeks and weeks and weeks. I was deeply, deeply, deeply humiliated by that."

The peccadillo didn't seem to bother Love's fans at Book Passage one bit. They waited behind a red tape barrier for their turn to have their book signed by Love and to perhaps share a few words with her.

Twenty-two-year-old Mason Weiss, who lives in Marin and plays in a band called Man Haterrr, came with his mother, Susanna.

"I've been a fan of hers since I was a kid," he said, giddy with excitement. "She was a lofty, pink, mysterious, lipsticky lady with beautiful angsty music. It changed my life. It opened a feminist can of rock 'n roll worms and I've never looked back."

A few minutes later, Love left for another appearance in Berkeley, but not before picking out a book titled "Why Men Marry Bitches."

"That looks good," she said.

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Originally Posted by FadedYouth.blogspot.com

Which singer's doc has refused to administer any more Botox? The medic refuses to give her any more needles and has cancelled her twice-monthly appointments due to her perma-frozen look and droopy eyelids.

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There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
Some people suffer for their art. Courtney Love suffers at the expense of it.

Male rock stars who’ve sung songs about rage pretty much grow on trees. You can get them unbridled from the Sex Pistols or self-deprecating from the Violent Femmes or sardonic from Elvis Costello or sexy from the Rolling Stones. But the female rock star who’s made art out of anger is a creature even more rare than the female rock star. For this I love Courtney Love. Oh that’s right, I sometimes think when I hear her, her music is actually really different, and really good. And why had I forgotten that in the first place? Because Courtney Love the exhibitionist is so insistent upon upstaging Courtney Love the artist.

Unfortunately, before the artist releases her new album, How Dirty Girls Get Clean, due out this spring, the exhibitionist is publishing Dirty Blonde: The Diaries of Courtney Love. To get a sense of what the first half of the book is like, you don’t have to actually read it, you just have to conjure your own childhood diaries or ancient homework assignments. Mortifying stuff. How you thought you were so clever and soulful. Or, as adolescence descended, how limitlessly self-righteous you became. Or even (let’s face it!) what an intense freak you could be in your twenties. But that’s okay, because nobody will ever see these artifacts of your recent past lives, unless you forget to burn them before your death. Or publish them between hard covers.

Why? Why would Love show us a poem written at age 9 called “Angel Dust” that includes the words “falling like pearls from the mist”? Or offer to the eyes of the world a list of her goals from early adulthood: “Make LP, Achieve LA visibility, 125 Toned Pounds—Heal, Cash flow very good—loose”? Is it a generous gift from Love to self-involved girls across the country who will see themselves in her anguish and princess doodles and take comfort in the thought that someday they too could be stars? An altruistic urge that comes from the same part of Love that wrote (as a young woman already in Hole), “I want to help the ugly, the disavowed, the disowned, the terminal”? Or is the publication of this book the behavior of a narcissist so venal and deranged she thinks every scrap of paper she’s ever scrawled on is worthy of public attention?

And make no mistake: Dirty Blonde is literally a collection of scraps. There are barely legible scribblings, a Xerox of Love’s passport, and, more interesting, snapshots of her with Kate Moss, Winona Ryder, and Hillary Clinton, and a letter she once wrote to Kim Gordon (in which she uses the word slenchingly). This is a Dumpster-dive through Love’s life; Love and her editor offer almost nothing in the way of organizational framework to guide the reader through the entries. For example, after pages of Love’s jottings on an airplane (we don’t know from or to where) about the first flush of fame (“since I have no friends, this is the thing that excites me—manipulating people for press—i’m pretty good at it because in isolation you hone your skills”), we get the first clear mention of Kurt Cobain: a photo of her with him captioned “Frances in my tummy.” If you’re looking for Love’s private thoughts on hooking up with the king of grunge and giving birth to his baby, you won’t find them here.

You do get to see Love’s rock memorabilia from the Pacific Northwest’s heyday, and that’s fun stuff. For instance, a collage Love made of photos of good girls with her solicitation for a female bass player written under them: “Someone who can play ok, and stand in front of 30,000 people, take off her shirt and have fuck you written on her tits. If your not afraid of me and your not afraid to fucking say it, send a letter. no more pussies, no more fake girls, I want a whore from hell.” It’s exciting to be reminded of a time when Love was able to tether her appetite for attention to her talent (as in her most famous lyric: “I want to be the girl with the most cake”). Love seemed, initially, to embody a kind of fabulous, feminist integrity, and her wildness sparkled with the possibility that she just didn’t give a shit.

These diaries make it clear that nothing could be further from the truth. She is, as she has written over and over throughout the course of her life, obsessed with being accepted, and the publication of these diaries is the final proof that, unlike many celebrities, Love wants to be affirmed for every humiliating detail of her being, not just the interesting or artistically successful bits. She will not rest until she’s told you everything, and seen if you will keep on listening. In the era of Us Weekly and reality television, when the bar has been set very, very low for acceptable celebrity attention-seeking behavior, Love has still consistently managed to find a way under it.

This all works out fine for a public that seems to have an insatiable desire to see Love, as she once put it, “covered in loser dust.” It is somehow not enough to know, as we already did, that Love’s father gave her drugs when she was a little girl and later tried to make a career of telling anyone who would listen that she murdered Cobain. (Supportive!) Or that she once crashed an MTV interview at the VMAs to literally kneel at the feet of Madonna (who acidly remarked, “Courtney Love is in dire need of attention right now”). Or that she has been, at different times in her 42 years, a stripper and a junkie, and has overdosed in front of her daughter on OxyContin and been straitjacketed and removed from her own home. If Love were to put Frances Bean’s old dirty diapers on display at a gallery, I doubt the show would be underattended.

Many an artist, male and female, has had a nervous breakdown or a drug addiction: Janis Joplin, Vincent Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath. But there is a difference between succumbing to the dark or pathetic forces within oneself and fetishizing them—imagining that your neuroses are as interesting as your talents. These diaries, while putting a lot of personal detritus out there, don’t bring us any closer to understanding what is really special about Courtney Love: her music. Dirty Blonde ends with an afterword arguing that Love is a feminist role model because she defies feminine conventions. But what would be really thrilling is to see her defy the feminine convention of self-loathing.

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LOVE'S LAWYER REPRESENTED HER FOR FREE

Rock star COURTNEY LOVE was shocked when high-powered Hollywood attorney HOWARD WEITZMAN contacted her and told her he would be willing to represent her in her legal battles for free.
The MALIBU star was arrested for allegedly attacking a woman with a liquor bottle at her ex-boyfriend's home, as well as for drug possession.
She insists her legal troubles are now behind and credits Weitzman, who has also represented OJ SIMPSON and MICHAEL JACKSON, for giving her a chance at a new life.
She explains, "The thing is this great lawyer came in and saved the day. He's a great guy named HOWARD WEITZMAN. Came in for free.
"For most people it costs a lot of money to sit down with Howard.
"He came in and said, 'I'll represent you if you stop doing drugs, because I don't like representing guilty people.' "I've honoured that for a year and three months now. I look better, feel better, (but) I have to deal with pain...which is not so fun."

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Courtney Love Comes Clean With 'Dirty Blond' - VIDEO

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Courtney Love Says She's Had "Complete Love Crashes"; Considers Becoming Lesbian.

Los Angeles, CA (BANG) - Ever since becoming sober, Courtney Love admits reality has been bittersweet and she's had a hard time coming to terms with the ups and downs of it all.

The 42-year-old singer, the widow of Nirvana lead singer Kurt Cobain, admits she no longer has one-night stands and a slew of men chasing after her since she gave up on drugs and alcohol.

She said, "The only thing with sobriety is that promiscuity goes right out the window. It's easier to convince yourself that you are in love when you are high. I don't have a pool of men - it's more a Jacuzzi, or even a bucket."

Love - who has a 14-year-daughter, Frances Bean, from her relationship with Cobain - also confessed her love life is so depressing she is considering becoming a lesbian.

The singer, famed for her wild behavior, said, "I don't have a boyfriend. This is the longest time I've gone without one. I love to be in love. I wish I could hang with dykes, but I've got c**k written all over my brow. I've had so many obsessive relationships. Complete love crashes."

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