Kristin Cavallari—mother to Camden Jack, Jaxon Wyatt, and a forthcoming baby to be named after a dog—recently spoke to People.com’s Moms&Babies section about the challenges of being a mom and a Kristin Cavallari.

Hey—ahh. Man, hey, um—look at this! Hey! Cameron Diaz’s husband Benji Madden from PacSun break room mid-day motivation band Good Charlotte got a new scalp tattoo—isn’t it good? [Nodding with eyes wide to convey the idea that you should do the same.] Hmm?

Earlier this week, Irish make-up artist and Jim Carrey’s on-again, off-again girlfriend Cathriona White was found dead of apparent suicide. Now, TMZ reports, law enforcement say White was found with three empty pill bottles—all prescribed to Jim Carrey (under an alias).

It’s a Football Sunday, which means Kristin Cavallari—whose debut book Balancing in Heels hits shelves in 248 days—has posted a tailgating snack recipe on her app. It’s for spinach-artichoke dip.

Kristin Cavallari’s hair and makeup Wednesday:

How should a pop diva grow older in public? When your career is based not so much on virtuosic vocal ability but charisma, X factor, taste, and performance, where do you end up? What is the “age appropriate” equivalent to singing standards for the artists whose output is rooted in the dance pop of the ‘80s? How does the artist who is characterized in part by her command on culture and ability to communicate with the masses thrive when the masses stop listening? How do you make pop music when you know it has little chance of actually being popular, per the ageist standards of the music industry?

Two hundred and fifty days ago, former reality TV star Kristin Cavallari announced that she was writing a book to be released sometime in the spring of 2016. Balancing in Heels (formerly titled Balancing on Heels—Kristin’s first choice of title) now has an official cover image and a website where you can pre-order it.

I can’t go on, I’ll go on. Alan Cumming and Tommy Hilfiger’s wife accidentally ate dirt.

Kristin Cavallari prepared “apple cider chicken thighs, sweet potato rolls, and a healthier version of creamed spinach.”

“We wanted viewers to feel like they were washed up, panting on another shore somewhere having just had a brush with drowning in a tempest of narrative,” is how Canadian director Guy Maddin described his latest feature (co-directed with Evan Johnson), The Forbidden Room, which played this year’s New York Film Festival. And indeed, Maddin’s 11th feature is exhausting. Essentially an anthology film with a Russian nesting-doll structure, The Forbidden Room sprouts narratives out of narratives, flowing from one seeming tangent to the next with Maddin’s familiar silent-movie aesthetic (the narratives were generally based on titles and synopses “lost” movies often dating back to the ‘20s). A crew in a submarine that’s running out of oxygen attempts to extend their collective lives using the air pockets in flapjacks. A lumberjack attempts to rescue a woman from a cave-dwelling tribe called the Red Wolves. A man’s ghost attempts to teach his son how to trick his mother into believing that the man never died. There is a vampire banana, a virgin sacrifice, a character known as “Squid Thief.” It blends together deliriously in transitions that emulate the decay and melting of celluloid.

George and Amal just can’t get enough.

Since MTV’s Laguna Beach premiered on September 28, 2004, Kristin Cavallari has given countless interviews to the press about the nature of Kristin Cavallari. In 2007, she landed a five-photo spread with GQ, which was accompanied by a short but revealing Q & A.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson announced some horribly sad news Monday night: BRUTUS, the French Bulldog puppy he adopted and subsequently rescued from drowning in his outdoor pool, has died. This news is not baller. It is, in fact, the saddest thing to befall The Rock in the recent history of his joyful, baller-ass life, which he always lives to the fullest.

Kristin Cavallari is currently pregnant with her third child (due by Defamer’s calculations in approximately 33 days) and a book called Balancing in Heels (due much, much later). While Kristin’s husband might be around for her book party, he’s not going to make the baby launch.

The story about the events surrounding Kitty Genovese’s death, as most people know it, is a myth. It’s been over 50 years since her March 13, 1964, slaying, and so much has been written (often in attempt of correction) in the time since. Yet in many people’s heads, the story remains as it did in the opening paragraphs of Martin Gansberg’s March 27, 1964, New York Times story, “37 Who Saw Murder Didn’t Call the Police”:

In a new Rolling Stone interview, Rage Against the Machine bassist Tim “Timmy C.” Commerford claimed responsibility for one of most devastating outbreaks during the rap-metal crisis that ravaged America in the years leading up to 9/11: the one, the only, Limp Bizkit. He hereby apologizes for that bullshit.

Oscar-winning actress Marion Cotillard, who will grace the silver screen as Lady Macbeth in the forthcoming adaptation of Macbeth, recently sat for an interview with Porter, during which she offered her thoughts about feminism.

Chris Brown has been denied entry to Australia because his 2009 assault on Rihanna, for which he was sentenced to five years of probation and six months of community service, doesn’t square with the country’s feelings about domestic violence. Faced with canceling a lucrative tour, Brown is now on Twitter trying to guess the password to get into Australia. Is it: “I would be more than grateful to come to Australia to raise awareness about domestic violence?”

Famous person Katy Perry once recorded a song called “Faith Won’t Fail,” a cursory google search for “Katy Perry+sin” tells me, which is ironic, I guess, because she’s currently embroiled in an escalating legal battle with a group of nuns who think she’s immoral.

Gawker will be covering this year’s New York Film Festival with dispatches in the form of quick reviews and interviews throughout the festival’s October 11 conclusion. Our first batch, focused on three documentary tributes—De Palma, Everything Is Copy, and No Home Movie—is below.