FameCrawler : christopher ciccone

Madonna's Brother is a Whiny Whinerpants: Part Deux

Karen — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:04:00 GMT

Boy this guy is worse than Kato Kaelin. (Part one is here, by the way) Does he ever stop whining about his sister's horrible injustices on his life?

Does she even care what he says about her?

Now the little tattletale is saying that Madonna is forcing their father to choose between the two of them.

Ciccone admits that his relationship with his sister has broken down since he published his explosive book - Life With My Sister Madonna - earlier this month. YA THINK?

Ciccone tells Britain's Closer magazine, "The situation is now at its ugliest point, and I feel terrible for my father. Madonna's asked him to choose between me or her - but he's told her he won't do that.

"I've reassured my father that I wasn't trying to tear up the family, but I have every right to tell my side of things. I was disappointed that she thought I was going to ruin her. Of course I wasn't!

"She obviously doesn't know me as well as I thought she did."

You know if my brother wrote a tell-all book about me, I'd have to say I wouldn't speak to him either. You don't do that to family to make a buck. Course if my brother did write such a book, it would probably only sell for about a buck, seeing as my deepest dark secret is that I stole a pack of grape gum from the convenience store when I was 7. I know, scandal.

Madonna's Brother is a Whiny Whinerpants

Karen — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 21:08:00 GMT

Yesterday I told you that Madonna wrote some of that tell-all book and Christopher Ciccone. He says 'Liar Liar Pants on FIRE!' And then he sucked his thumb and rocked for a while.

"If she did, then she's doing the best acting job I've ever seen. No (she didn't help). Whoever is doing it (making up the stories) is doing me a great favour. I appreciate it."

And Madonna's representative, Liz Rosenberg, has also denied the singer helped her brother put together the tome.

She adds, "If she had anything to do with that book, it would have been better written and more eloquent. To say Madonna needs publicity is insane."

Apparently I'm insane then. That old bat is like a publicity vampire swooping down on famous young'uns to suck the blood right out of their media machines. Yeah, I'm the one that's crazy.

Scandal Shmandal: Madonna Wrote Tell All Book Alongside Brother

Karen — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 21:05:00 GMT

She's already trying to suck the life-blood out of Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears, what more could there be? (Besides Miley Cyrus)

Well nothing surprises me in terms of Madonna's attention whoring and silliness in order to keep her fame. Nothing.

Which is why I laughed out loud when I read that Madonna actually ghost-wrote some parts of this new tell-all book her brother has written.

According to the New York Post's gossip column PageSix, the singer actually had a part in penning chapters of the book herself.

A source tells the publication, "The supposed scandal about Christopher Ciccone's book is bulls**t.

"She (Madonna) actually ghost-wrote parts of it with him, the way Princess Diana helped Andrew Morton write his book on her. That's why there's nothing too devastating in Chris' book.

"He's mean to others, but not so much to his sister."

A spokesman for Madonna has yet to comment on the reports.

Christopher Ciccone Reveals Madonna's Lesbian Affair

Karen — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 12:32:00 GMT

Dear Christopher,

This is not news.

Love Karen

However, Dear Readers, if you're interested, here's where young and bitter Christopher brings the LOLZ.

Madonna’s deepest liaison ... with a lesbian named Ingrid

(the sordid tale of a boring lesbian)

By CHRISTOPER CICCONE

At Madonna’s 1991 New Year’s Eve party, the lesbian comedian Sandra Bernhard brings her then girlfriend, Ingrid Casares, with her.

A butch version of Audrey Hepburn, Ingrid is boyish and fawnlike, with big slanting doe eyes. She’s tall, thin and extremely cool. For the past year, ever since Ingrid met Sandra after one of her shows, they have been an item. But the moment Ingrid meets Madonna – as far as Ingrid is concerned – Sandra is history. And Madonna embarks on the deepest, most enduring liaison of her life.

Madonna could never control Sandra. A woman with her own career, a definite personality and opinions, Sandra has never been Madonna’s puppy dog.

Ingrid, however, is another story. Madonna has never taken well to criticism but now that she is a star, she has no patience with anyone who disagrees with her. Ingrid never will.

A snapshot: Ingrid is having breakfast in Madonna’s Miami home. Madonna is reading Vogue. She comes across a picture of an actress and says to Ingrid: ‘Look at her – she’s so ugly.’

Ingrid takes a brief look at the picture. ‘I don’t think she’s that ugly.’

‘Yes, she is.’

‘You are so right, Madonna,’ Ingrid says, ‘she is so ugly.’

Ingrid is the perfect echo for Madonna. She is a chameleon, never challenging, never confrontational and skilled at asking or answering questions, saying exactly what Madonna needs to hear. Ingrid knows how to make herself indispensable to Madonna.

Ingrid is a great networker and collector of gossip and is happy to pass information on to Madonna. She is always available and, as the daughter of rich parents and independently wealthy, she pays her own way. She is at the house early in the morning, ready to work out with Madonna, and willing to shop with her or for her. She can find clothes Madonna wants and if Madonna is in the mood for a man, Ingrid will find one for her.

Until Madonna marries Guy – Ingrid tells me he doesn’t like her – she is the man in Madonna’s life. Or perhaps boy would be more accurate. Ingrid looks like a boy, but because she is a girl she is happy to do girl stuff with Madonna: get her nails done with her, have a massage or a facial with her. And she’s discreet, which is of paramount importance to Madonna. Above all, Ingrid is no competition for Madonna.

Although five years younger, she doesn’t compete for men or women. For more than 15 years, Ingrid will endure in Madonna’s life because she doesn’t need Madonna for money, keeps her mouth shut and adores her without question or limitations.

It wouldn’t surprise me if my sister and Ingrid are having intimate relations.

But Madonna never confirms or denies it. When they are going to a party together, at the last minute Madonna often tells Ingrid that she can’t ride in her car because there is no room. Ingrid will be devastated. But in a club, Madonna will give Ingrid a big kiss on the lips or cheek, and for the next few months Ingrid will live on that moment.

One night, the three of us are at a big dinner together. Ingrid goes to take her place next to Madonna, who shakes her head. ‘No, Gridy, you can’t sit next to me tonight.’ Ingrid makes a face, then quickly masks it with a small smile. She takes her place at the other end of the table. But as the evening progresses, she slowly makes her way back to the seat near Madonna. When the moment is right, she sits down next to her, just as she intended in the first place. Then she is happy. Ingrid is very much a part of Madonna’s life now, rather like a wind-up doll that can speak, but whose battery has wound down. Or, if she does speak, she is an ever-willing echo.