October 1, 201014 yr Actress Minka Kelly became a Los Angeles nurse so she could pay her bills while she was chasing her modeling dreams. The caring star didn't want to waste time waiting tables while she went for talent auditions and so she spent a year working at a hospital.She says, "I was a receptionist at this doctor's office and I became friends with this scrub nurse there because I was fascinated by the surgery and I wasn't squeamish. I got fired from that job... and I learned that going to school to be a scrub nurse was just over a year.""I became a surgical technician, a scrub nurse... I worked a six-month externship at California"From her interview on Lopez tonight. I can't post the interview here, because I don't know how to embed it, but you can watch it at minkakelly.org or Here, a direct link to the video.minkakelly.org
October 5, 201014 yr Rumor: Minka Kelly Up For Wonder Woman?The Friday Night Lights actress was mentioned on ESPN in connection with the Wonder Woman tv series that WB are planning.. I just received a report from one of our contributers that he heard on ESPN that Minka Kelly may play Wonder Woman in the new tv series. It was while comparing Kelly and Derek Jeter, discussing who may have a "brighter future" that Kelly was mentioned in connection with the new show that DC/WB have in the works.Kelly is probably best known as Lyla Garrity in the Friday Night Lights tv show, but has also starred in several movies. Any fans of Marc Webb's 500 Days of Summer will remember her cameo at the end as Autumn!... As you can see Kelly is listed as possibly starring in a Wonder Woman film, but during the tv cast, it was mentioned as being a TV show. Of course its anyone's guess if ESPN's information is accurate, but there you go. More updates as we have em.comicbookcookie
October 5, 201014 yr On Wonder Woman Actress...Ashley Greene as Wonder Woman in TV Show Reboot?Honestly, I think it sounds pretty cool. Definetely the type of show I'd watch, as long as it isn't too much like Smallville. I could definetely do without the terrible acting.
October 5, 201014 yr New Wonder Woman Show?Warner Bros. Television is looking at bringing Wonder Woman to the small screen. The show has been greenlighted, but executives are looking at how to do this show with a modern slant. The DC cominc heroine has undergone many changes over the years. Recently, in the comics she had a costume change. This could carry over to the new TV series. J. Michael Straczynski has been selected as the writer for the new series. Lynda Carter played Wonder Woman on the previous television series from 1975-79. There would be many fine choices for Wonder Woman this time around. Possibilities include Kristen Bell, Mila Kunis, and Minka Kelly. Out of these, I think Minka definetely has the best shot. Mila and Kristen seem to be all film these days (minus Mila's role as Meg Griffin on Family Guy, of course. ) gossip jackel
October 5, 201014 yr Jeter selling Midtown apartment amid Minka love-nest buzzYankee captain Derek Jeter is giving up the Midtown pad he bought when he was one of the Big Apple's most eligible bachelors -- leading pals to wonder if he's planning to play house at a trendy downtown address with his gorgeous squeeze, TV star Minka Kelly. He's put his current digs, in Trump World Tower on First Avenue, on sale for a cool $20 million. The spectacular apartment, which he bought for $12.6 million in 2001, boasts four bedrooms and 16-foot floor-to-ceiling windows, which flood the place with light and offer jaw-dropping views of the East River and Queens. But the building and dowdy neighborhood near the United Nations just don't have that Gotham glitz and cachet that suits a woman like the "Friday Night Lights" star, who has dated Jeter for more than two years, a source said. "Minka's vibe is more downtown," the source said, speculating she'll be eyeing buildings in trendier neighborhoods like TriBeCa or SoHo. In the meantime, Jeter is putting the finishing touches on a massive, 30,875-square-foot, seven-bedroom, nine-bathroom waterfront home on Davis Islands in Tampa, Fla. -- conveniently located near the Yankees' spring training facility. The shortstop's new shack -- known as "St. Jetersburg" by locals -- is also more than big enough for two, further fueling speculation that he and the 30-year-old star are engaged or very close to becoming engaged. Donald Trump, who personally sold Jeter his current apartment without a broker, still has warm feelings for the Yankee legend despite his plans to move out. "Derek is the greatest. There's nobody like him," said Trump. The 36-year-old Jeter, who never played with a major-league team other than the Bronx Bombers, is expected to sign a contract at the end of this season that will ensure he ends his playing days in pinstripes. But his plummeting performance at the plate has led to speculation that Yankees brass will try to lowball him during contract negotiations. He earned $22.6 million this year. Jeter avoided reporters yesterday after going hitless and committing a throwing error during a 3-2 win over the Baltimore Orioles. "His contract is coming up, and that is probably scary," another source said. Jeter's current residence in the Trump World Tower caused him some grief -- and cost him possibly millions of dollars in back taxes -- back in 2008. That year, the star signed a confidential settlement with state tax authorities, who had charged that he improperly claimed Florida residency on his returns filed in 2001 through 2003. Florida has no state income tax, while both New York state and city do. With his Yankee contract and signing bonus paying him well more than $10 million in all three of those years, Jeter could have been liable for millions of dollars in New York back taxes. Oooh, if he does make less money next year, maybe she should hold off on the engagement and trade up. nypost
October 6, 201014 yr ^The way it's spelled. For me, anyway, I don't know if you life in the U.S. but it's pretty much "Mint" without the "t" and "ka" as in "kuh". I don't know. I'm not very good with phonetics. And Minka was on Parenthood again last night. You can click here for the video. She appears at 12.18 and 29.30.
October 10, 201014 yr ^ :hell yea!: Kinda taken by surprised on this one, but whatever, it's true. I adore that cover shot- she looks stunning. Thanks!
October 11, 201014 yr Shooting for Esquire: Video HereAnother Excuse to Watch Our Minka Kelly Video (Also: Cheeseburgers. Possibly Two of Them.)Minka Kelly has wisdom. More wisdom than her years should have granted her — she's only thirty, but she has this way of cocking her head, scrunching up one side of her face, and looking at you with an amused incredulity that makes it clear that she knows more about the world than you’d expect a thirty-year-old would. And more wisdom than she looks like she should have, but that's probably because our world teaches us that women whose beauty knocks the wind out of you for a second every time you see them aren't supposed to be wise. She is the kind of person you trust when she talks about Hollywood, or about hardship, or about what makes a good friend. But she doesn't look like the kind of person who eats a cheeseburger every day, and so I wondered what she, a woman who was hyper-aware of everything that happened to her, thought of the cheeseburgers at All AmericanAll American, where we stopped after she schooled me at wakeboarding. Or indeed if she thought about them at all. All American is in Massapequa, Long Island, and it looks as if it's been there since about 1957. Probably has. The cheeseburgers are not large — a small disk of meat in a small white bun, wrapped in white paper, the cheese melting right into the beef. We both ordered no onions. I said, "I might have to get another one after this." It was a cheeseburger without parallel. Salty, juicy, perfect burger-to-bun ratio. Perfect. "Me too,” Minka said. "This is amazing." Wow, I thought. But then in addition to the cheeseburgers we ate fries and onion rings and each drank a thick vanilla milkshake. "I don't think I'm going to get another one, actually," I said. "Me neither," Minka said. But it was the fact that she thought about it — that she entertained the notion of ordering a second cheeseburger—that was so wonderful. She didn't just say it was good, and she wasn’t talking about the weather or my incompetence at wakeboarding while she ate it. She talked about the cheeseburger. Seemed to study it. She appreciated it. She understood it. That it was an extraordinary cheeseburger was obvious to me, but that's not something every woman recognizes in the moment or, rarer still, gets excited about. And Minka did. Minka got excited about the cheeseburger. Discovering this about her, that she could be so enthusiastic about a cheeseburger, I realize, stings a little. You look at pictures of her (or that video above), and you figure she couldn’t possibly be as cool as she is beautiful. And then she goes and almost orders a second cheeseburger.esquire.com
October 11, 201014 yr Minka Kelly Is the Sexiest Woman Alive 2010She's beautiful. She's athletic. She's worked gunshot wounds as a surgical nurse. She can act. And you've already fallen in love with her, back when she was a cheerleader. Now fall for her with these two videos, plus more below and in the November issue of Esquire...DAYShe screams."Ready!"Minka Kelly looks so small out there on the water, bobbing at the end of the towrope. She's a head. Her brown hair is pulled tight, and a perfect ponytail rises and falls to the surface like a question mark. She's smiling — you can see her teeth from the boat. The sun feels good, and an offshore breeze curdles the waves on the Great South Bay of Long Island, an hour or so outside the city. The 385-horse MasterCraft hums in the water, and the excitement that had built during the drive from Manhattan is all right there in her bobbing, far-off smile. She can't wait.She wore that ponytail the first time most people ever saw her &madsh; on her television show, Friday Night Lights, season one, episode one. She was the high school cheerleader, kissing the quarterback in the driveway. That was four years ago, when she was twenty-six in real life and working as a scrub nurse — C-sections, amputations, craniotomies (a bone flap is temporarily removed from the skull to access the brain), gunshot wounds, organ harvests, boob jobs, tummy tucks — before getting the call that she'd been picked for a principal role in a new network drama. In the pilot, the floodlight on the garage illuminated her from behind as she giggled and looked into the quarterback's eyes and flipped her hair and made you want to be in high school again.Now, here, she's ready. Zach, the boat's driver — good dude, owner of an outfit called Island Riders that'll take you out and teach you to wakeboard — gives her the thumbs-up and eases the throttle forward. A white wake churns up behind the boat, and Minka's smile dissolves into the stern, jutted-chin look of a fighter waiting for a punch. She knows what her muscles have to do, knows where it'll hurt tomorrow. Friday Night Lights was filmed entirely in Austin, and a couple who worked as camera operators lived on Lake Austin and had a boat. One day she went over and tried it, and after that Minka wakeboarded every chance she got. The bay is pretty here — tidy cottages on postage-stamp lots jutting into the water like crown molding. As we were putting out of the harbor, she sat back and took in the seagulls roller-coastering in the sky and the collar of houses along the channel. The hot-pink straps of her bikini top clung to her tan shoulders, her toes wiggled in her flip-flops, and she smiled the least-awkward smile in the history of the Sexiest Woman Alive. She appeared to be actually having fun. Then she squinted up at an airplane and said, "You wouldn't want to jump out of that?" She was mocking me, and I looked down, waiting for it to pass. "That would be incredible, and what a beautiful day for it," she said. And she glared at me through her big sunglasses and smiled, all cherry-tomato cheeks and exquisite chin.About that: She'd wanted to go skydiving today. And, yes, I'd said no. Not a chance. I have kids. I don't even like flying, but I'd rather stay in the plane. So Minka came back with the wakeboarding idea and everybody — me, her, my family — was happy. But of course she had to make this crack, and then Zach chimed in and said, "Oh, man, I would do that in a second," because of course anyone who runs a wakeboarding company would think skydiving was awesome, and so now he was cool and I was lame. "Live in fear if you want to," Minka added helpfully.Now she is on her back in the water, knees to her chest, wakeboard in front of her, arms outstretched, weight away from the boat. (At the surf shop, when we were buying bathing suits and going over the basics, I had said casually, "You lean forward, right?" She looked at me like, Hoo, boy.) The boat surges, cuts through the waves, the towrope straightens, and she is yanked forward. As our speed picks up, she pushes the board hard with her legs, and little walls of water rise and fall before her. She pulls on the towrope hard, as if she's trying to pull all 385 horses back through the water. Her face winces and contorts with the effort. The board fishtails, and before she's up, she's down. The boat circles around, and she grabs the rope again. "Ready!" And she does look ready. Not embarrassed about falling, because it's part of the sport, and what's the big deal. She's thirty years old, dating Derek Jeter, looks great in a bikini, has dealt with some shit in her life, and she doesn't seem to sweat much at this point. Concentration settles on her face again. Then: throttle, wake, walls of water. There's a moment as you're trying to get up on a wakeboard when the water's mass seems insurmountable. She's giving it everything she's got for a second or two, and ... she's up. It happens so fast, as if unseen hands pushed her up out of the water like a cheerleader to the top of a pyramid. She grins because she can't help grinning, and after a minute she's carving up the blue-black water, skimming back and forth in the wake, even jumping it to ride the chop. She waves a couple times. It's a hammy wave — she's hamming. Minka stays up for a good three or four minutes, zipping along, ponytail swinging, going one-handed sometimes. She rides the waves like moguls, using muscles some people don't know they have. And then, just as quickly as she rose up, she casts away the towrope and raises her long arms in the air with her palms up, so she's a perfect Y, and beams out this huge tah-dah! smile. The board slides smoothly to a halt, and for a moment it looks like she's standing on the water, like magic. She doesn't move a muscle, holds the goofy Miss America pose and the zillion-watt grin even as she sinks, ever so slowly, beneath the surface.NIGHTShe's sitting facing the window at Maialino, a bubbling Italian restaurant in downtown Manhattan, wearing good jeans with a swoopy brown top and her hair down. She sits back, asks the waiter to recommend a rosé, advises me to order the steak, and exhales a deep, satisfied breath.She has showered and looks refreshed, ready for the evening. The staff is falling all over her. The chef comes out to say hello, they send out the special ravioli filled with fresh sweet corn, the waiter is overjoyed that she likes the rosé. She seems surprised. "I gotta go out with you more often," she says.Nobody gave Minka Kelly much growing up. Earlier I asked her offhandedly whether as a kid she lived in a house with a yard. She shook her head and said no, no, not at all — almost stuttering, as if she didn't know where to begin. This is how Minka Kelly grew up: Her mother got pregnant, and her father, a musician named Rick Dufay — he played with Aerosmith for a while in the early eighties — wasn't a part of her childhood. It was just Minka and her mom, a team of two, a couple of girls getting by. Early on they lived in Los Angeles, moving around a lot because there was never much money. They were buddies, partners, each doing everything for the other, and their bond got them through the moves, the no money, the new schools, the unfamiliar towns. They were resourceful. At dinner we split spaghetti carbonara, which is made with a raw egg that cooks when mixed into the hot pasta. "My mom could add an egg to anything and make it better," she says. Top Ramen instant noodles, for example. "She'd say, 'Nothing for dinner? Watch this.' " And she would cook that stuff up, add whatever vegetables were in the freezer, drop a raw egg in so it cooked in the hot broth — dinner."My mom lived a fast life," she says now. "It was all about what we could do to have fun with nothing. She — for most of my life, she was a dancer. An exotic dancer. She was a stripper. Um, so she would come home at like three, four o'clock in the morning, and sometimes she would have a really great night, and so she would wake me up in the middle of the night and we'd go to Ralphs and go grocery shopping. And that was so much fun. We'd have the whole grocery store to ourselves, and we would have a blast and buy a hundred dollars in groceries. And it was just the best day ever. The best day."Around the time Minka was in junior high, they ended up in Albuquerque, where her mother's boyfriend lived. He sold tamales out of an AMC Spirit, and Minka would help make them in his mother's kitchen: shred the meat, clean the hojas (corn husks), spread the masa, roll it all up. He became like a father to her. When she turned seventeen, the Spirit was her first car. A friend who painted auto bodies sanded the TAMALE EXPRESS signs off the doors. She wasn't embarrassed about the car, but she didn't want to be made fun of, the way she had been as the new girl in junior high (Minka Kelly = Stinka Smelly). "I'm a very nice girl, but nobody pushes me around," she would write me later in an e-mail. She was talking about a fight she got into at school once. She had befriended a girl who knew how to kickbox — who, in fact, "came from a family of kickboxers" — and Minka eventually ended up kicking another girl's ass in one of those big fights after school where everybody shows up. Even today, when you mess with her or one of her friends, she wrote, "that's when you'll see a whole other side of me. That's when you'll see the side that grew up in Albuquerque."She got the job working as a scrub nurse after high school, when she was living back in Los Angeles. On a test shoot for a modeling agency, the makeup person approached Minka with an idea. The woman turned out to be a former Playboy Playmate, and she said she wanted to manage Minka, turn her into a Playmate of the Year. Minka was nineteen. The woman got her a job answering phones at a surgeon's office, the idea being that Minka would work enough hours to get free breast implants. The procedure was already on the calendar when Minka decided she liked herself the way she was and called it off. The old Playmate had her fired from answering phones — but Minka, having gotten to know the scrub nurses in the office, asked about becoming one. She went to school for a year and became a surgeon's assistant. She wanted to act and went on casting calls when she could, but the office hours were unforgiving, so she missed opportunities. One day, four years into her nursing career, she was able to get away to audition for a new TV show based on a movie she had vaguely heard of, Friday Night Lights. A football movie. She was not optimistic. TV shows based on movies are never good, she thought.Go back and watch some old episodes of Friday Night Lights — watch Minka flirt, watch her cheer, watch her be disgusted, watch her wake up in her underwear with the quarterback's best friend, watch her find Jesus. Jesus, just watch her. Try not to watch her. She's one of those electric actresses who seem unbearably beautiful and yet real. She breaks your heart twice: She's good, so you feel for the trials of her character, and she's real enough that, like the prettiest girl in school, you might both know her and know she could never go for you. Her glorious run on FNL is over. (On shows about high school, characters graduate.) She was the girl at the end of (500) Days of Summer, the one who gives Joseph Gordon-Levitt reason to live. She did a few episodes of Parenthood on NBC this fall, and she has a scary movie costarring Leighton Meester, The Roommate, due in February. She's the biggest name in an upcoming indie black comedy called Searching for Sonny. Still, she feels like she hasn't done anything yet.In the car on the way back to the city from the beach, her body still dusted with salt, the new Band of Horses CD on repeat ("I love Band of Horses"), we were talking about the world before cell phones. I was doing the math on whether she would've had one in high school."How old are you?""Thirty.""Okay, so that would mean that in 19—""That sounded really cool," she said abruptly."What did?""Thirty."Pause."Are you newly thirty?""June."We were on the parkway, treelined, and we were tired and full from some roadside cheeseburgers, and the music was quiet and perfect."That's a big one.""It is a big one" — she uses italics a lot when she speaks, and it's both effective and endearing — "and I love it. I think it's the most exciting birthday I think I've ever had. I'm so excited to be a woman. Done with the twenties. I'm confident — confident in my skin, and I'm cool with my flaws and all that stuff. It just feels nice to be at peace with yourself. I think my thirtieth birthday gave me permission to have all that. The twenties were a pain in the ass — figuring it all out. What am I doing? Where do I go?"She stretched her legs, pulled on her hair a little, then looked absently at her hand."What are your thirties going to bring?"She pushed out a deep laugh, which is funny because her normal voice is girlishly high. "I don't know. And I'm glad I don't know."She seemed pleased, in a way, when she said it. And when she says tonight that she feels she hasn't done anything yet, she says it partly as a lament but also as a declaration of possibility. Aside from the way she looks, Minka Kelly has not been all that lucky. She has worked. She worked craniotomies, for crying out loud. She could have ended up a lot of different things in life by now, but she seems finally to be who she wants to be. All night at dinner, she goes out of her way to thank the men who bring us bread and clear our plates and change the silverware. They are mostly Mexican, I think. She does not just thank them, she pauses if she is talking, looks up at them and smiles and says, "Thank you." "My boyfriend noticed that about me, too," she says when I point this out. "He's the same way, and he said it was a good way to judge someone's character. It's actually unfortunate, in a way, that you would notice that. It blows my mind that anyone could be unkind to anyone. The guy clearing our plates is a person. I don't care if you're sweeping the floor. I don't care if you're cleaning my toilet." She dabs the corner of her lips with her napkin."Not that I have someone to clean my toilet — I clean my own toilet."She picks up her fork, takes a bite of cheesecake, and sits back, chewing, smiling, eyebrows raised.LATE NIGHTA black SUV waits outside the restaurant for her. She smiles and waves the driver off, telling him he doesn't need to get out and open the door. In the cool of the backseat, she texts. She asks the driver to turn up the radio broadcast. The Yankees are playing the Red Sox, and it's already the top of the fourth.He knows the back way — no FDR Drive, no highways, no traffic. As he drives farther north, closer to the Bronx, she looks more and more excited, and dinner feels distant. So, I imagine, does Albuquerque. As we approach, Yankee Stadium is glowing grandly. She gets out across the street from the main gate, passes the T-shirt vendors and hot-dog guys unnoticed, and approaches an inconspicuous door. We part. A guard smiles and waves her in. I watch her pass through a set of glass doors. Everyone will be watching her as she takes her seat. But she, of course, will be watching the shortstop.same source
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