Surreptitiously fretting over which rock this Justin Bieber kiddie crawled out from under, so you don’t have to. There’s a good reason for my sleb-related silence of late, and it has nothing to do with my growing up a tad. I haven’t been poisoning you with snippets on celebrity slip-ups because, Lord help us, celebrities have been so bloody boring lately. It’s Awards Season (we all lookin’ forward to this one, yo) so all the kookiness has been reined back and straightjacketed into gowns galore - oh, the gowns! Oh, the lipstick! Oh, the drudgery of the red carpet! I’m so, so disillusioned with my celebrities these days. They’re acting with the grace and cop on of … well, real people, just with more photoshoppy goodness. Of course, I could start banging on (forgive the pun) about celebrity infidelities, but there’s something very off about airing the dirty linen of … There’s more →