“[Reporter asks Kim Cattrall about a tip Page Six received that Kim had a bikini wax earlier in the day] That’s a stupid question. You’re a smart girl. How could you want to write that? … [Being a gossip reporter isn't] a respectable job. Why don’t you work at — what’s that news agency — Roybers? Reuters. Yeah, sorry, I’ve been drinking. What about writing for a blog? Then you can write about what you want [or] care about. … You didn’t see my film. Why are you even here?”
— Kim Cattrall is freaking hilarious when she’s knocked back a few. Also, good career tip on working for a blog. You totally do get to write about whatever you want, including posting funny drunk quotes from “Sex & The City” actresses. Congratulations, Kim, you’re now an honorary member of the daytime drunks club.
After the jump, Kim took a moment from dishing out career advice to talk about older roles for women in Hollywood: Keep reading »
If you’re going to rape a 16-year-old prostitute, I recommend being a highly paid professional athlete. Last May, Lawrence Taylor, a former football player for the New York Giants, was arrested for hiring a 15-year-old girl who was prostituted out by a pimp at a Holiday Inn in New York. The 51-year-old was charged with third-degree rape because of the victim’s age, which includes charges of sex with a minor.
But oh look! Last week Lawrence Taylor accepted a slap-on-the-wrist plea deal. Keep reading »
The Backstreet Boys
/New Kids On The Block
single is here! “Don’t Turn Out The Lights” is indistinguishably Top 40 and made for an eight-second clip on the next season of “Jersey Shore” as background music for Sammi and Ronnie being “on” again. Maybe two boy bands
really are better than one. Pretty catchy, huh? [via NYMag
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A 14-year-old girl in Bangladesh, who was raped by her cousin, was sentenced to 101 lashes for “adultery” and died. Hena Akhter from rural Shariatpur was the fifth child of a day laborer and his wife. An older male cousin — who was forced to marry his wife because he had raped her 15 years ago — returned from working abroad a year ago and began harassing Hena on her way to and from school. Her parents complained to village elders and the cousin was told to pay $1,000. However, because the cousin was the son of Hena’s father’s older brother, Hena’s father was asked to let the matter drop. Then Hena was walking back from an outdoor toilet one winter night when her cousin allegedly grabbed her, gagged her with a cloth and raped her. The cousin’s wife discovered Hena being sexually assaulted and beat her as well.
But no, they didn’t call it “rape.” They called it “adultery.” Keep reading »
The other day, my new dude, Juan, and I were talking about breakups. We both went through bad ones in the past six months or so and he has a female friend who’s in the drinking-and-crying stage of a breakup now. (‘Tis the season, I guess?) After they hung out, Juan told me he could still recall the sting she’s feeling right now.
“I remember how that is: feeling like no one is ever going to love you in the same way again,” he said. “You feel at that time like it couldn’t possibly happen ever again … even though you know logically that it will.”
When he said that, something clicked in me. That’s it. That’s the anxiety that I have been feeling these past three months after the end of a love affair. I have a complete willingness to get back on the saddle but have been feeling like no one is ever going to love me “in the same way again.” The feeling — for whatever reason — that I had only one chance at this.
Tila Tequila gets, like, 45 shots at love. Why did I convince myself that I don’t get more than one? Keep reading »