Here’s just another reason why condoms are awesome. Stripper Silvia Mena met Washington Redskins star Albert Haynesworth over Super Bowl weekend in Miami and the two allegedly began seeing each other. But then Silvia got pregnant. When she told Albert in late March, she claims he said that he would “emotionally and financially support Silvia.” Only then he supposedly disappeared. Now, Silvia is suing him … for $10 million. Normally, this would seem like an excessive amount, only Albert just signed a new contract with the Redskins for $100 million. “It is very stressful, I cry all the time,” Silvia says. And her lawyer adds, “This man is worth millions. She has had to apply for Medicaid to take care of her pregnancy.” I guess we’ll have to see what happens. [CBS News] Keep reading »
This is all kinds of creepy: fans of 18-year-old Romanian tennis player Simona Halep petitioned the player (on Facebook and elsewhere) against getting a breast reduction when she announced her big boobs hurt her and hindered her game. Why make such an announcement in the first place? Who knows. But in a message to her fans — for some reason she felt the need to explain this further — Halep said, “It’s the weight that troubles me. My ability to react quickly [is compromised and] my breasts make me uncomfortable when I play. I don’t like them in my everyday life, either. I would have gone for surgery even if I hadn’t been a sportswoman.” A breast reduction surgery last summer has since reduced Halep’s 34DD cup size to a 34C, which hopefully her fans can deal with. Really, people: she’s a teen tennis star who made it all the way to the French Open last weekend, not a Maxim pin-up. That’s Anna Kournikova you’re thinking of. [Daily Mail UK]
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Meet Ardi Rizal. He is a smoking baby. He is two. Did I mention that he smokes? He favors a specific brand and throws a temper tantrum if he doesn’t get his 40 cigarettes a day. I’d think I was making this up if it weren’t for this video, starring Ardi, the smoking baby. He’s been smoking since he was 18 months old. His father got him started. The family lives in Sumatra, Indonesia. It says he can blow smoke rings, and I think he does at the end, although you can’t really see it. On account of all the cancer sticks, he is “is too unfit to run with the other children.” His mother says he is “totally addicted.” If she tries to make him stop, “he gets angry and screams and batters his head against the wall.” Officials offered the family a car if they got the baby to stop smoking. The father says, “I don’t see the problem.” What the hell? I don’t see this ending well. [Gawker
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It can be something as little as the time I was standing in a hotel parking lot while on vacation one summer, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man walking toward me. He looked exactly like my father. The closer he got, the larger the lump in my throat became. Or, it can be something a little bigger, like the few dozen times I’ve walked past the building on the campus of Northern Illinois University where my father worked and pictured him galloping up the stairs with a huge smile on his face. Or, even the time when I found the blue-knit cap he wore during the course of his chemotherapy and radiation to treat an aggressive form of sinus cancer and up until the day he committed suicide two weeks after finishing treatment. Or, the smell of his clothes and how they’d remind me of his big bear hugs.
That’s Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in a nutshell. It’s the body’s way of trying to process the massive stockpile of emotions left in the wake of a traumatic life event. Keep reading »