Category Archives: Sex
For the past week, I’ve tried to understand why so many celebrities have lined up to support director Roman Polanski. Sure, he’s a talented artist who created Oscar-winning films. And yes, his wife and unborn child were brutally murdered 40 years ago by members of the Manson family. But here’s the thing: HE RAPED A 13-YEAR-OLD GIRL. I don’t give a fuck if he found the cure for cancer after he finished, this man needs to go to jail. Because not only did he drug and rape a child (and don’t give me that “consensual sex” bullshit, as no 13-year-old child can truly consent to sex with a grown man, especially after he’s plied her with qualudes and champagne), he skipped bail and fled the country. So, he’s an ADMITTED child rapist, and a fugitive, and we should feel sorry for him? He’s the victim? I’m sorry, maybe I’m not as enlightened as his fellow “artistes,” because in my mind, that doesn’t make you a victim. It makes you a predator, and a felon, who should serve his time.
Mackenzie Phillips has a new memoir out today, High on Arrival, that documents her turbulent life and struggles with substance abuse. But the big bombshell, which she’ll discuss on Oprah today, is something that has me (and the rest of America) completely horrified and disgusted: she had sex with her father, musician John Phillips. Continue reading
I realize she was a fictional character, but Angela Chase would never say something like this:
“That was a choice I made to fall in love. It’s unpleasant to be cast in such an unflattering role, but I just had to remain steadfast,” she recalls, her body language going into self-protection mode with an arm cradling her hunched-over frame and crossed legs.
“I was living with the same kind of integrity that I had always lived with. As a public person you’re serving a certain function, and you’re a canvas for people to project their own hopes and fears onto, so you do have to perform a kind of mental trick and distance yourself from it. But there are times of weakness in which you wonder if what they wrote is relevant to you or representative of you.”
That’s how she explains her relationship with Billy Crudup (remember when he left seven-months-pregnant Mary Louise Parker for Danes?) in a new BlackBook magazine interview. Integrity? She obviously knows nothing of the word.
Guys? Can I have a grandma moment? Miley Cyrus is 16. 16! Why is she dressed like a cheap hooker imitating ’80s Madonna? I mean, we are 1/2 an inch of fabric from seeing her Hanna Montana! That ain’t right. You know what else ain’t right? Continue reading
With Jessica Simpson’s recent breakup with Dallas Cowboys QB, Tony Romo, the tabloids have plastered her all over their covers, lamenting how she got dumped. Other mags and websites have thrown up photo galleries and theories on why the pair split. And all this attention has me wondering—Is Jessica the new (B-List) Jennifer Aniston? Continue reading
I keep seeing this commercial on late-night TV and I am both amused and appalled, for several reasons. First, do people still actually call phone sex lines? Hasn’t internet porn pretty much killed that industry? And who really believes that hot women are waiting to talk to them on the phone? Ridiculous!
But the most glaring thing about this ad in particular, is the abundance of outdated slang. Seriously, this girl says, and I quote:
“Holla, do ya thang, let it do what it do, on the real, it’s off the hook.”
She says those exact words, in that exact order. It’s like they just wrote down a list of old slang and made her read it. Obviously, the middle-aged white people who produced this fine commercial think this is how black people talk—in endless streams of inane slang. Nice.