“The young starlet is actually really old,” our reliable source at W***** Music Group said. “Obviously they’re playing into her being young so that they can sell more albums. But come on, look at her, everyone knows that she’s obviously not a teen.”

Do you believe this??

Variety reported that NBC released information on the upcoming fall lineup of its shows. One of the biggest announcements was a spinoff of “The Office” debuting right after the Super Bowl.

Here are other highlights from the report you can find here.

Other highlight of the upcoming season include:

-The Biggest Loser: Family Edition on Tuesdays

-A new series on Camelot called “Merlin” will debut on Sundays at 8 p.m.

-Friday Night Lights will return in the Winter.

-The following shows will be renewed: ER, 30 Rock, Medium, Law & Order, and surprisingly, Lipstick Jungle.

- Matthew Broderick will be booked for the season finale of 30 Rock.

-”The Office” and spinoff of “Office” will debut after the Super Bowl.

-SNL Thursday Night Live,” a live half-hour political sketch show will debut on, well, Thursdays.

-Celebrity Apprentice 2 will substitute ER in the winter.

-Medium is switching to 9 p.m. on Sundays this winter.

-American Gladiators will come back for its third season.

Big News

“Scrubs” is not on NBC’s schedule for next season and has been expected to move to ABC.”

Question: What do you think? Answer: I’ll only be happy when I see Dwight Shrute and Mr. Dwight Shrute bobblehead!

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Estelle

Already no. 1 in the UK, Estelle is demanding attention from American fans with her single, “American Boy” featuring Kanye West. The singer released her newest album “SHINE” last month under John Legend’s new record label, HomeSchool Records.

Already a success in her home country of England, Estelle is becoming recognized as being the first lady of hip hop in her home country.

The premise for “American Boy” was actually a bit of a joke, said Estelle to The London Paper. She recorded it with Will.I.Am and both of them agreed that though the lyrics were a bit of a stretch, the entire song just worked.

With lyrics like “And no I aint been to MIA, I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let’s see the west end,” the song is a mix between funk, old school, and R&B. Estelle sings over the electronic beat with a subtlety that’s far from being saccharine but still warm and sweet.

We predict that Estelle will become another British diva following in the steps of Leona Lewis. With the backing and acknowledgment of Will.I.Am, John Legend, and Kanye West, who’s to say she can’t do it?

Wanna see her perform? She’s touring all throughout the U.S.

Here are the locations and dates:

I must say this is an accurate portrayal of one of the Democratic party’s front-runners. I mean, we all knew that Hillary was good at dancing, but who knew she could be so downright…exotic?

We knew that creating an acceptable (and more importantly, edible) dish might be a challenge but we headed off to Whole Foods where we encountered obstacle one.

OBSTACLE ONE: Savory Seduction.

Although we were armed with credit cards and optimism, navigating Whole Foods proved to be a Magellan-worthy challenge. Dangerous distractions in the form of cheese and pita bread samples lurked around every corner. In a matter of minutes the task at hand wasn’t quite dead, but it was certainly on life support. Our honorable appetizer intentions completely fell off the radar when we encountered the aisle of oils. The allure of the shiny, little bottles of black truffle oil, and Napa Valley pear vinegar was more than we could handle. Considering the fact that all girls love pretty things that are overpriced, and contain the word “truffle,” we knew that our cause was not looking good. How would we ever escape this place alive?

Did we succumb to the truffle oil seduction? Yes. But after 15 minutes, we gathered the strength to carry on.

OBSTACLE TWO: What to Make?

With a newly revived focus, and a burst of energy from the Gouda samples, we were ready to shop for ingredients. The fact that we didn’t know what they were going to be yet presented a slight problem. But this issue was resolved in the produce section. Inspired by the fresh fruits and vegetables, my friend suggested we make stuffed tomatoes wrapped in prosciutto. It sounded delicious, clever, and hard to mess up. Perfect.

After we found our ingredients, I’m proud to say we made it out of Whole Foods alive.

OBSTACLE THREE: Navigating the Kitchen.

(I’m going to take an extended pause from my story right now to increase your understanding of the following paragraph. I know that most of you in your early twenties are probably thinking, “What is this thing you call ‘the kitchen?’” Allow me to explain. You know that place where you store your Coors Light and Doritos? Believe it or not, it can actually be used for various food preparation activities including: washing, chopping, mixing and heating.)

When we arrived at our final destination, the kitchen, we had the ominous task of making stuffed tomatoes that looked presentable. While I lack talent in the cooking department, luckily my cohort is a creative visionary. She decided we should half the tomatoes, remove the innards, fill the shells with goat cheese, wrap them in a fold of prosciutto, secure them with toothpicks, and brush the tops of each masterpiece with a basil-olive oil concoction that she would blend in her mini, pink Cuisinart. I must admit I was impressed by her ambition, but I had my doubts. Would we be able to pull this off?

Time was of the essence, and considering our long Whole Foods distraction, we didn’t have a second to waste. With stealth we chopped, we squeezed, we filled, we wrapped, we impaled, we brushed, and finally we finished.

It was a long, arduous journey. There were times when I didn’t think we could do it. There were times when I wanted to give up. But we persevered and ended up with delicious appetizers that didn’t come out of a box encrusted with freezer burn. We were both satisfied with the final product, and I’m proud to report that these appetizers were a hit among the other Easter guests. Martha Stewart would be proud.

In the words of Rachel Ray… “Delish!”

Emile Hirsh + Christina Ricci = Box Office Magic.

These two young actors are both known for their quirky roles. America fell in love with Hirsh as the high school president who falls into trouble after falling for a porn star in 2004′s “The Girl Next Door.” And who could forget Ricci’s performance in the critically acclaimed “Monster.” With the knowledge that they are in their own right, we are expecting big things when they come together as Speed and Trixie in “Speed Racer.”

Random Trivia Question: In 2006 Ricci and Hirsh both starred in films that featured former N’SYNCer Justin Timberlake. Scroll down for the answer.

Random Trivia Answer: “Black Snake Moan” and “Alpha Dog”

One thing that’s always boggled my mind about the cosmetic industry is how few make-up companies grasp the fact that it’s supposed to be fun.

With their enthusiastic colors, and original ad campaigns, fun is something that MAC always remembers, and that’s why we love them.

MAC is always coming out with the most fresh ideas in the industry, and their Spring 2008 collection is no exception. Inspired by French graphic artist Fafi, this collection is bold, bright and in your face.

Fafi’s cartoonish, Harajuku-inspired doodles come to life in the Fafi campaign, bringing us into a world of fantasy and fun. Both the packaging and the bright pinks and blues used in the products themselves are inspired by Fafi’s urban graffiti style which combines innocence with sex appeal.

(image via feedmecoolshit.com)

Visit the MAC and Fafi website to get a closer look at the line, and the signature looks MAC artists have created.

Our favorite looks are the harajuku-girl inspired “fafi” and the pretty in pink “strawbaby.”

By Noah Barron, guest writer

SCENE 1: A fraternity house somewhere in Los Angeles. Around 1 in the afternoon, the day after Explosions in the Sky played at the Wiltern. The phone rings.

“Oh, sh*t bro. You’ll never guess what I did last night. No, not Courtney. Well, yeah, but that was after. Dude. Explosions in the Football Night. Or Night of the Friday Explosions. Or something like that. But it was this totally dope epic rock show. You knew it was epic because of all the same notes being played over and over and over really loud and you knew it was rock because I had my shirt off showing deez guns! When da guns come out, rock has happened, right bro? Anyway, this band was just spitting game and being tight all over the place by bashing chords and rolling around on the floor like rad snakes or something. And then they got all soft sometimes and sensitive, like when you wear a condom and remember her name. Yeah. But the niceness doesn’t last because it EXPLODES into more loud awesome! F*CK YEAH. Anyway dude, you shoulda been there. See you at SAE dude. Don’t wear your brown Volcom shirt because I am gonna wear mine. On second thought let’s not even wear shirts!!!”

Okay, so I made that up based upon stereotypes and spite. But bear with me. I got daggered by a band I thought I liked, so I’m earned my right to be a jerk. How did I get fooled?

I should have known. There were clues everywhere. The opening act: 30 minutes of bird chirp loops and harmonic drone. The crowd: more popped collar frat boys than skinny pantsed rat boys. And god, the stage decoration: a Texas flag.

I was tricked by Bit Torrent. I had no idea. Explosions in the Sky is a bro band for bros to bro out to. There. I said it.

I love(d) the albums. Crashy, epic guitar rock…I didn’t see the warning signs…sure, some of the tracks are a bit samey… but I should have realized that there was something seriously wrong with Explosions when my roommate had A) heard of them and B) wanted to go. He rarely shares tastes with me…and I thought EITS were sort of obscure. And now I know why. Three chilling words….Friday Night Lights. Fist pump, chest bump, etc. etc. Explosions in the Sky are officially a post-jock band. Totally surprise chapped me with that one.

Okay, so it takes a lot of crowd to sell out the Wiltern and yet EITS did. With bros and confused blonde tagalongs. Some of them shirtless (bros, not girls). Some of them bellowing “F*ck yeah, unreal!” And all of them mesmerized by what turned out to be a totally lackluster, completely boring performance of completely un-epic epic post-rock. The reason (I gather) for EITS’s crypto popularity is spillover from the now-almost-canceled football show. Which I confess I’ve never seen. But my roommate has and said the first season was good. But to be honest, when you say “football” and “Texas” at any time, or especially in a single sentence, I start hearing the Peanuts’ teacher wah-wah-wah and play out little fantasies about ziplines and grappling guns and stuff in my head.

EITS’s main gimmick is crescendoing tinkle-notes over on blast chords with big booming god drums. Actually, that’s their only gimmick. For an hour. Of indistinguishable bluster and pretentious stage antics. Example: rhythm guitar spent practically the whole set wallowing around on the ground worshiping himself for plucking the same note over and over and over. Jesus, bro, tighten your guitar strap already and try a different note at least once every 10 minutes, thanks. P.S. clean guitar melodies are interesting. Fuzzy guitar drone is interesting. But clean guitar drone is really really boring. A little pedal micromanagement would have gone a long way.

So I dunno. As background music “All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone” is unimpeachable playing on the living room while zoning out (or while pounding Nati Ice and doing reps, apparently). But EITS were a huge boring disappointment live, though apparently the capacity crowd at the Wiltern thought they TOTALLY F*CKING RULED, brosef. One final note: tambourine is always super risky. The drummer, who was actually medium-tight, did this one thing that totally broke my heart. Started a little tambourine sleigh-bell jingle ring-ting-tingling in the middle of a supposedly epic bro track. Who does that? My friend Chris turned to me and was like “Santa?”