2014 was an enthralling year. How can anyone forget Solange and the elevator incident or J.Law’s nudes leaking?! Some celebrities tend to make the headlines A LOT more than others. Whether it’s repeat offenders or new comers in tinsletown, the gossip, hot messes and absolute trainwrecks are quite a sight to see and hear about. For some of these lucky celebs, the spotlight burned a little too brightly; and so when 2015 rolled around, they decided to lay low and apply aloe directly to their burnt egos. Let’s look at who’s kept quiet in their corner of shame shall we?
Oh boy. Let’s see. After her confusing memoir – but also fictional because she over exaggerates her entire existence – came out, people reacted. They reacted HARD. First we all thought she used to molest her kid sister to which she had an appropriate millennial cyber response to:
And then the world was shocked to hear a certain “mustachioed campus Republican” named Barry – but not ACTUALLY named Barry – and also may not be real at all – had raped poor Dunham years ago. Needless to say it was an annoyingly exhausting few moments, much like every other episode of Girls. Come 2015 and Dunham is refreshingly nowhere to be seen.
The past couple of years have been tough for Bynes. I really don’t think I need to recap the events. I mean jesus how could anyone miss this:
Seemingly looking like she’s finally on medication and no longer the highlight of my Twitter feed, Amanda has been staying away from anything with wifi and reconnecting with her sanity. You go Glen Coco.
When is this idiot not in the headlines for something. On and off with Selena DontKnowBetter Gomez, throwing tantrums with neighbors and just being his regular bitch ass self (can you tell I don’t care for the Biebs?) there was no more time in the year 2014 for Justin to do anything fucking productive. Like many bad boys that came before him (waddup C-Breezy), the Biebs is slowly cleaning up his act and looking to repent. Except no, because he just posted his ass online. Sigh.
There was a time when all James Franco could do was talk. And paint. And direct. And study at two different schools. And poorly host an awards show. And write for VICE…k, I’m not listing them all, you get it. After admitting to hitting on an underage girl, which smelled of publicity stunt, his anticipated movie with Seth Rogen almost never made it to its release date. Which also smelled of publicity stunt, but hey, call me a conspiracy freak. This year has been much more terrorist free for Franco, who I honestly think needed a well deserved nap after all that running around.