I don’t know what Rosie O’Donnell was getting all bent out of shape about. LiLo is perfectly “capable” of tackling the role of Liz Taylor. Thank you for helping us picture it, Photoshop. Let’s hope Lifetime can make this look happen for real. [WOW]
It looks like animals can be just as musically inclined as humans are. I’m now a fan of Shanthi, the world’s most musical elephant. She’s not touring right now, but you can catch one of her harmonica ditties if you go visit Washington D.C.’s National Zoo, where she lives. Or you can wait for her music to become available on Spotify. Imagine how good she’d be if she had lessons. [Buzzfeed]
In this Craitgslist ad, a woman offered to trade her three-month-old weave for a prescription for birth control. A fair exchange? Hmmm. I guess it depends on how many months supply of the Pill she would be getting. But don’t forget about the complimentary bottle of hair conditioner. That’s worth something. I wonder if there were any takers. Also, has it really come to this? I guess it has. [WOW]
Something you should know about me: I am not spontaneous. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I am super spontaneous when I’m on vacation. But I haven’t been on a real vacation in almost two years. So, I don’t think that counts. In my day-to-day life, I operate on two speeds: Routine and Hedonism. I mostly run on Routine. And in the past few years, as my responsibilities have increased and my free time dwindled, Routine has become more stringent. This means, most of the time I’m locked into a schedule where every second of every day is planned and accounted for and it never changes. And then, every so often, I hit a wall where I can’t keep it up anymore and I combust into a fit of Hedonism. On these nights you’ll find me at a bar at 4 a.m. booty popping to ’90s dance music, even if I have to work the next day.
I realize this way of living is unhealthy because it’s unbalanced. Too much Routine, and I’m a robot. Too much Hedonism, and I’d never get anything accomplished. My Inner Fun Person has been getting the shaft for too long now. She deseves to express herself, too. That’s why I took a Spontaneous Weekend to reclaim her. Here’s what I did … Keep reading »
What’s the absolute worst thing you can do as a mother? Oh, I don’t know … TRY TO SELL YOUR BABY. Like 33-year-old Bridget Wismer of Delaware (pictured above), who was charged with felony child dealing when she allegedly tried to sell her newborn son to a gay couple for $15,000. And she did all of this for a crummy trip to Disney World.
Whatever crappy things your mother did to you, you can take comfort in the fact that she didn’t try to sell you so she could go to Disney World. At least, I hope she didn’t. This Mother’s Day be grateful that one of these ladies is not your mother. Click through to see the worst of the worst.
Earlier this week, it was announced that Whitney Cummings landed her own E! talk show titled, “Love You, Mean It With Whitney Cummings.” The show will be a weekly half-hour talk show appearing with “The Soup” on Wednesdays. Whitney and sidekick Julian McCullough will host guests, crack jokes and comment on pop culture. I’m not surprised that she landed her own talk show, but other people seem to be. Like her work or not, the girl is having a moment right now.
What’s disheartening are the blogsphere’s reactions to the news. Headlines include: “Whitney Cummings Gets the Late-Night E! Talk Show of Your Nightmares” and “Whitney Cummings Getting A Talk Show, So You Can Hear More Of What Whitney Cummings Thinks About Things.” Keep reading »