The head of the U.N. refugee agency said Sunday that drought-ridden Somalia is the "worst humanitarian disaster" in the world after meeting with refugees who endured unspeakable hardship to reach the world's largest refugee camp.
The Kenyan camp, Dadaab, is overflowing with tens of thousands of newly arrived refugees forced into the camp by the parched landscape in the region where Somalia, Ethiopia and Kenya meet. The World Food Program estimates that 10 million people already need humanitarian aid. The U.N. Children's Fund estimates that more than 2 million children are malnourished and in need of lifesaving action.
Antonio Guterres, the head of UNHCR who visited Dadaab on Sunday, appealed to the world to supply the "massive support" needed by thousands of refugees showing up at this camp every week. More than 380,000 refugees now live there.
In Dadaab, Guterres spoke with a Somalia mother who lost three of her children during a 35-day walk to reach the camp. Guterres said Dadaab holds "the poorest of the poor and the most vulnerable of the vulnerable."
"I became a bit insane after I lost them," said the mother, Muslima Aden. "I lost them in different times on my way."
Guterres is on a tour of the region to highlight the dire need. On Thursday he was in the Ethiopian camp of Dollo Ado, a camp that is also overflowing.
"The mortality rates we are witnessing are three times the level of emergency ceilings," he said. "The level of malnutrition of the children coming in is 50 percent. That is enough to explain why a very high level of mortality is inevitable," he said.
Dr. Dejene Kebede, a health officer for UNHCR, said there were 58 deaths in camps in one week alone in June.


Most of the deaths take place at the registration office and transition facilities of the refugee camps in the southeastern Dollo region of Ethiopia, the health officer said.

Hey, remember how in Funny People Adam Sandler's character starred in a bunch of bad big-budget movies? Well, Sandler's dual-role comedy Jack and Jill, in which he plays a man and his own sister, totally seems like it could be one of those fake films. Except it's real, and it's less than spectacular. The trailer is full of lazy jokes and cliches — but before you watch, check out the four things that I've pinpointed as the most offensive elements.

1. Katie Holmes is in this. I appreciate Holmes trying to add some comedy to her career, but why on earth she chose this movie for that purpose is beyond me.
2. Adam Sandler doesn't need to make this movie. He's funny and certainly doesn't need the paycheck. Echoing the above sentiment: why?
3. It's not funny. Where are the laughs? Sorry, Sandler in a wig and a dress isn't enough. They couldn't even spring for some good prosthetics?
4. We've seen this movie before. It's called Norbit.

The summer of the comic book film is split between success and mild disappointment, and, so fanboys hope, Captain America is dashing in to save the day.

While both "Thor" and "Green Lantern" opened number one at the box office, the headlines were very different for the first two page-to-film extravaganzas: Chris Hemsworth and Natalie Portman helped Marvel's Norse God film to a surprising $65 million opener and strong subsequent performances, while Ryan Reynolds' CGI-happy DC adaptation sunk below expectations with a $53 million first weekend and cratering follow ups. Now, it's time for Chris Evans and his super patriotic super soldier flick to fight both off Nazis and potential public disenfranchisement with blockbuster superheroes.

To hype up the film, Paramount -- which just opened Transformers to a $180 million five day haul -- has released 20+ new images from both production and the final product, emphasizing Evans' buff, post-experiment, red white and blue costume-clad body over his pre-secret serum weakling Steve Rogers. Heavily stylized to match its World War II setting, the photos promise a lot of action -- and a little bit of romance, too (see: Atwell, Hayley for more on that)

"Captain America" hits theaters July 22nd.
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Gwyneth Paltrow threw on a skimpy red bikini during a trip to Porto Cervo Saturday. She was with her kids, Apple and Moses, and godfather Steven Spielberg and his wife Kate Capshaw for the Italian getaway. The group spent the day on the beach throwing a frisbee, paddle boarding, and swimming. Steven had his video camera out to capture the fun outing and Kate toasted Gwyneth with a cold drink during lunch in the shade. Gwyneth was a little more covered up in a maxi dress when she, Steven, and Kate headed into town later that evening to shop with Apple and Moses. Yesterday the whole crew hung out on Steven's yacht and Gwyneth even took Moses for a spin on a jet ski. Gwyneth's brother Jake also joined her for the family vacation, though her husband, Chris Martin, didn't attend since he was performing with Coldplay at a music festival in Scotland.

Kate Hudson gave birth to a baby boy on Saturday in Los Angeles, Us Weekly reports.
The actress and Muse rocker fiance Matthew Bellamy are parents together for the first time; publicly dating since early 2010, Hudson told InStyle in April that a baby wasn't necessarily part of the plan -- not that she was complaining when she found out.
"Well, it wasn't like we didn't know what we were doing," she said. "There were no ovulation kits involved. We were tempting fate, and it worked... I didn't think I was going to have another kid until I was maybe 33 – that was in the back of my mind before I met Matthew. But we were so in love when it happened, it was just so exciting for both of us."
Hudson has a child, 7-year old son Ryder, from her previous marriage to Black Crowes rocker Chris Robinson. Hudson announced the pregnancy in January.

We may not have had the weather for them so far this summer, but short
shorts are still making a comeback, according to retailers.
Inspired by the classic look of the likes of Brigitte Bardot, pictured below, and Raquel Welch, women are embracing a fashion revival that leaves little to the imagination.
Industry sources claim the items are now not limited to holiday use, despite an average downwards length of less than four inches from the waist-line.

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Being stuck near Octomom and her brood on a plane would be many travellers' idea of hell.
But that's exactly what happened to unlucky actress Kristen Johnston yesterday when she found herself in close proximity to Nadya Suleman and 12 of her children on a flight to Los Angeles from  New York.
According to TMZ, the star, most famous for her role as Sally Solomon on comedy 3rd Rock From The Sun, got so fed up with Suleman's loud brood that she asked her to keep the noise down.

But apparently, the mother-of-14 did not take too kindly to Johnston's comments, telling her: 'How would you like me to keep eight two-year-olds quiet?'
To which the actress allegedly responded: 'Get more help!'
Suleman's representative told TMZ that she shouted back: 'Why don't you grow a baby and get a life.' 
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Rihanna's raunchy performances are known to be hot and fiery.
But the singer's stage literally caught on fire last night during a concert stop in Dallas as part of her Loud tour forcing her to cancel her performance.
The show started normally with the Bajan songstress singing and dancing on stage but when a light on a beam above the star set ablaze it caused panic in the American Airlines Center.


Rihanna, 23, was was quickly escorted from the stage when her crew noticed the trouble above.
The fire raged for up to five minutes with revellers screaming and taking pictures of the incident.
Fans who were near the front of the stage were moved back towards the exit doors.
CBS Dallas-Fort Worth report that the blaze started from the pyrotechnics that were built to bring a colourful backdrop to the Bajan star's stage show.
Although stage hands put out the initial fire, the emergency services were also called.
Dallas Fire Rescue Captain Johnny Bates told the CBS affiliate that there were no serious problems as a result of the fire.
'One of our engine crews did enter the building but crew members with the AAC or concert put out the initial fire. Everything is under control and there are no injuries,' he explained.
But the Umbrella star was upset that she had to cancel the tour date but said she would make it up to her fans.
She tweeted: 'DALLAS!!! We set the stage on FYAH tonight!!! LITERALLY!!! I'm so pissed, I was havin so much fun wit yall too!!! I gotta come back man!!'
Rihanna added that she was 'heading into a production meeting to find out exactly what happened'.

It's the middle of the night when I wake up. Chris Mathews – one of my good friends and my husband Josh’s best friend – is at my bedroom door. We are visiting my sister Moo in Florida but Josh couldn’t come because of work.
Josh has been in an accident, Chris says. I picture a broken arm. But there is something in Chris’s voice that isn’t right. Moo comes in. There are frantic phone calls. My left leg starts to shake uncontrollably. I know. No one says it, but I know.
We leave for the airport. Back home in Michigan, my family is waiting. Dad drives to the hospital. Mum sits in the back with me and strokes my hair. I hold a pillow over my stomach. I am five months pregnant. We had just found out that we are having a boy.
At the hospital, I walk into Josh’s room and everyone leaves except Uncle Alex. Uncle Alex is a doctor. He actually delivered me and Josh. We thought this was a testament to the star-aligned quality of our relationship. Now Uncle Alex is standing over Josh’s pale, still body explaining how he died.
Last night, Josh went out carveboarding. A carveboard is a modified skateboard that rocks from side to side and imitates the motion of a surfboard. Josh was not wearing a helmet. He never did. ‘He fell backwards and hit his head. It crushed his skull into the back of his brain. He died in less than three minutes,’ Uncle Alex says.
Uncle Alex leaves and I cry relentlessly. My whole body shakes. I don’t touch Josh. I do not want to feel him cold. ‘I’m not angry with you,’ I say. ‘And I will take care of our son.’
Days pass. At the funeral, there are over a thousand people. Afterwards, I read Josh’s death certificate over and over: ‘Date of birth: 21 December 1979. Date of death: 17 June 2007. 1.21am. Trauma to the head.’ 17 June was Father’s Day.
More days pass. I see my obstetrician. I tell him I have this strange anxiety that my grief will attack the baby. He says: ‘You will be fine. Your body knows exactly what to do. But you need to work on your brain.’
He hands me a card: Dr Ellen Guriza, PhD, psychologist. ‘I’m not suggesting that you go and see her,’ he says. ‘I am instructing you, as your obstetrician, to see her. The sooner the better.’

‘Tell me about Josh. What kind of person was he?’ she asks. ‘He was amazing. He was a real man,’ I babble through my tears, telling her how he was the best at everything – a great driver, surfer, soccer player. His job – he was a sales rep for a medical supply company – was never a huge part of his identity, but he wanted nothing more out of life than to be a dad. Dr G tells me, ‘You’re going to cherish these memories.’ I nod but I don’t believe her.
At my next appointment, Dr G initiates another topic. ‘Natalie, let’s talk about your house. You need to start going back there.’ I don’t know what to say. In the month since Josh died, I have been staying with my parents. I hate going to my house. Everything is horrible. The sound the door makes when it opens. The pictures. Josh’s car in the drive. But the worst is the nursery. The day before Josh died he had cleaned out our old office for the new nursery. He was going to redo it while I was away and surprise me when I got home. Sometimes I forget that I didn’t just lose Josh, but I also lost my baby’s father. When I walk into the empty nursery something slams into me so hard it almost knocks me to the ground.

I don’t know if allowing Deedee to do this is OK but I go along with it. I just want it over and done with.
All my life, I’ve been the type of person who takes the accelerated route; normally it takes five to six years to train to be a teacher, I did it in four. When Dr G tells me that grief takes time, I want
to say, ‘But what about the smart kids?’ Yet one of the first things I’ve realised is that grief goes
at its own speed. 
Deedee does an amazing job with the decorating. I move back into the house, but on my first night alone, I can’t sleep or think.
I look for a book – I just want something light and funny. On the shelf I see Jelly Belly – one of my dad’s all-time favourites. It’s about a boy who goes to fat camp and hides food in his swimming trunks. We have it because Dad gave it to Josh to read. I open the book and tucked inside the front cover is a photograph of Josh and me dancing at our wedding. I feel a pain in my stomach. Josh always used photographs as his bookmarks. I think of him looking at it, smiling and saying to himself, ‘Yeah, I like this one.’
I return to my double bed with its single pillow and one body, but I don’t read Jelly Belly. I know
I will survive, but I hate my life.
I go to breakfast with a colleague and she keeps saying, ‘But really, you must be so thrilled to be pregnant, despite everything.’ I just stare at my plate. This is the most frightening thing in the world – to have a baby without my husband. Am I thrilled? No. I’m scared and sad.