Emma Stone is kind of a bitch
Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield out and about in Manhattan (11/20)
Aw, how cute. Emma Stone’s been famous for four minutes and she’s already on the diva level of a Mariah Carey or Jennifer Lopez. From the National Enquirer:
On her 23rd birthday, super-hot Emma Stone power-canoodled with boyfriend Andrew Garfield in the lobby of LA’s Landmark Theatre just before attending “Tower Heist” — but was interrupted by a gaggle of teen-ish girlies, who asked meekly: “Do you mind if we take a picture with you?” Instantly, Hollywood’s new “It Girl” whirled on the girls and snarled: “Do you mind if I Don’t!?” Here’s the hearbreaker: Moments later, Stone stormed into the ladies’ room to reapply her licked-off lipstick, looking lovingly at herself in the mirror — ignoring one of the lassies she’d just snubbed, who was wiping away tears at the next basin! (Print Edition: November 28)
Wait a cotton pickin’ second here, is this the Twilight Zone? I’m pretty sure that Emma is still in the “faces of the future” column and not in the “I’m a star, so suck it” column. I liked Superbad as much as the next swinging dick, but that movie isn’t exactly Citizen Kane. Emma behaves the way Meryl Streep should behave, and that’s not a good thing. Sweetheart, I don’t care if Andy had two-knuckled his way into your fart seal, you’re not big enough to have that attitude. Take the picture, sign an autograph and be happy if you don’t end up like Shelley Long.