Taylor Swift haunts her friends, constructing dioramas of their lives in the rooms of her apartment. Taylor Swift haunts her fans, drawing them to her home and then peering at them secretly from inside her bathroom. Taylor Swift haunts the internet, pre-registering insane URLs nobody understands. And in the video for her new single "Style," she haunts a poor actor who probably thought he was signing up to kiss Taylor Swift or something.

Sam Taylor-Johnson's movie adaptation of E. L. James's novel Fifty Shades of Grey is an erotic thriller without the thrills. It's a hooker fantasy without any cash transaction. (At least Christian Grey could have the decency to pay Anastasia Steele for her trouble and degradation!) It's S&M without any real pain. It's sex without a single fluid swapped.

There are many radical things about Spike Lee's newest joint, Da Sweet Blood of Jesus, but you might not get that from hearing him talk about it. As a remake of 1973's Ganja & Hess, Sweet Blood pays tribute to experimental black cinema of the past. It stars Stephen Tyrone Williams as Dr. Hess Green, an affluent archeologist who develops a craving for blood (though Lee has warned repeatedly that Sweet Blood is not a vampire movie). Bloodletting aside, the film's centerpiece is a monologue on the strength derived from the difficult of growing up female and black, delivered by British actor Zaraah Abrahams as Ganja Hightower, Hess's love interest. Several scenes feature a black Baptist church service (in the Lil' Peace of Heaven Baptist Church, where much of Lee's Red Hook Summer was set). These are things we rarely see on film.

Whatever happened to Aaron Carter? The blonde, bouncy little brother of Backstreet Boy Nick Carter recorded a song with Shaq, toured the world with his brother's group, and dated Hilary Duff, all before the age of 14. And then he all disappeared from the teen-idol radar.

Mr. McPissy Boy Justin Bieber, who is working on being less "arrogant and conceited," will humble himself once again by flying commercial instead of private to a judicial hearing in Miami on March 20. According to TMZ, Bieber tried to get out of the hearing by claiming it would be too expensive to fly his private jet there.

Inspired by Iggy Azalea's Twitter-led Papa John's screed, we asked you to share your own tales of celebrity terror. SO many of you had so much to say. We heard tales of stars long forgotten; of Rihanna ordering (and sending back) buttered noodles; of Harrison Ford flipping the bird. These are Gawker readers' best stories of their worst celebrity encounters. (Be sure to check the original post for the full treasure trove.)

There are many things that need saving in this turbulent world of ours: the rain forest, the children, the date Kristin Cavallari's debut book drops 482 days from now, etc. But in 2008, Kristin discovered something equally precious that must be preserved: Ellis Island. "Help us save Ellis Island," she pleads, in the promotional video for the Save Ellis Island Foundation below.

A wise man once said: "Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another." But what if we want to love one another with a blindfold, a leather flail, and an iPod playing choral music?

What happens when your ideas of male coolness are unquestioned from 9th grade into your late 30s, and you're rewarded with great fame and wealth no matter how obnoxiously you behave? You become Diplo, the music industry's preeminent DJ and foremost prickwad.

To illustrate how cool and nonmaterialist his son Jaden is, Will Smith told a goddamn lie to Esquire:

Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, plastic sex dolls who fell in love against all odds, have been playing the long game with their new (but now kind of old) baby girl's name. The simultaneously press-shy and press-starving couple have kept America and the Baby Name Critic on the edge of their seats by refusing to reveal the name of their faceless young one.

"See, it's not so dark out here."

What a crazy year it's been for Allison Williams. On Girls, a man burrowed his face deep into her ass. As Peter Pan, on NBC's conceived Peter Pan Live!, she did the most absurd chicken cluck the world has ever seen. Recently, her father became embroiled in a scandal that could ultimately derail his career. You might think that Williams' life, by default, is frantic and interesting, but you would be very, very wrong.

It appears Kristin Cavallari, whose debut book Balancing on Heels is due out in 483 days, has been doing some non-book-related writing. While freelancing shorter pieces for respected outlets is a great way to promote a forthcoming memoir, it is not customary to write passages for free on the Kristin Cavallari Wikipedia page.

If you taught Taylor Swift how to give blow jobs and planned on building a site detailing that experience for the web, here's some bad news: itaughttaylorswifthowtogivehead.com was registered earlier today, reportedly through a brand protection company hired by the brunch enthusiast/alleged blow job pupil's management team.

It would be much easier for 50 Shades of Grey stars Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson to openly despise each other if the exact nature of their film did not require the publication of highly ridiculous photos like this upcoming spread in W, in which they show off one of the film's legendarily kinky sex positions: man on top.

You might be aware that over the past few months Leonardo DiCaprio, actor and founding member of the Pussy Posse, has allegedly been hanging out, texting, and hooking up with MAC Cosmetics VIVA GLAM Rihanna™ model Rihanna. Well, he's not anymore, says somebody.

There are 484 days until Kristin Cavallari's debut book Balancing on Heels drops, and while she keeps showing herself to us in new ways with each passing hour, it's hard to catch everything that she puts out into the world. For example, last week, she posted this Instagram photo, titled "Green smooooothie":

The director of Fifty Shades of Grey says the movie is more than just the sexless story of two co-workers who hate each another—it's also the coming-of-age story of one woman's pubic hair. Like Boyhood, but all the characters are pubes.