Zergnet: Simply Irresistible
For eons, famous women have gone for rock stars and professional ball players. More recently, ladies like Hilary Duff, Carrie Underwood, and Elisha Cuthbert have gravitated towards hockey players. In 2009, Obama staffers became the men of the hour, with stars like Kate Walsh and Rashida Jones pairing off with White House fellows. And now it seems like famous ladies are lusting after a new type of guy: the agent, and not necessarily their own. Take Jenny McCarthy, who is super gushy about her new boyfriend, sports agent Paul Krepelka. After breaking up with Jim Carrey, Jenny asked friends to set her up on blind dates. Her fifth was Paul. “His accent is so strong, it’s like ‘Good Will Hunting’ strong, that I really can’t understand anything he says to me,” she says. “He could’ve proposed to me and I could’ve said yes by now and I have no idea. And I’m really happy.” After the jump, more famous folks and the agents they love.
One time, I was dating this guy, and I said something smarty-pants, and he was like, “Susannah, for you, nothing is sacred.” And I was like, “Uh, yeah?” This porn spoof of “The Simpsons” brings the sentiment to mind. To see something like the Simpsons family turned into porno circus freaks has traumatized my brain, and I am not sure I will ever recover. I surmise the premise is Homer is making a porno, and every one makes an appearance. Everyone who is also yellow-green. I feel ill. Help me. [Boing Boing] Keep reading »
After much thought and Advil, I have decided I am going on a sex/dating and drinking sabbatical. I went on a six-month sex sabbatical after my breakup from my fiance a few years ago — or, rather, I announced I was going on a six-month sex sabbatical and then it lasted for, I think, around two. It wasn’t a complete failure, in other words. Hilariously, I went on a sex sabbatical because all of my efforts to get laid were being thwarted and I figured I might as well decide to NOT have sex with a purpose.
Meanwhile, I have never taken a significant break from drinking. I didn’t start drinking until I was in college — I believe most people start in high school, so I was a late bloomer in more ways than one — and I remember the night I got drunk the first time as well as you can possibly remember a hazy night 13 years ago. The amount and frequency of my drinking has gone up and down over the years, but I generally consider myself to be a responsible boozer. I don’t drink and drive (easy when you don’t have a car!), I don’t say things I don’t mean, and, for the most part, I don’t do things I actually regret. Keep reading »
Even though we’re not lucky enough to go on a resort vacation this winter, we’re still willing to help you enjoy your time away. Sam Hecht’s Jetlag Alarm Clock is so small and easy to operate that you’ll wake up in time for your sightseeing activities and your flight home. This cool clock, which is half the size of a passport, keeps time on one side and your alarm time on the other. And there’s a lock so the clock stays set, even in your luggage. You don’t have to fiddle with the hotel alarm clock or risk your smartphone losing battery power in the middle of the night. You’re welcome. Now, don’t forget to send us a postcard!
Sometimes scandal comes from the most unlikely of places. Like, say, a jam cruise featuring little-remembered “American Idol” Taylor Hicks? Hicks was set to perform, along with The Grateful Dead’s Bob Weir and Maceo Parker, on the six-day “Bonnaroo at Sea” to the Caribbean. But then federal agents raided the ship before it even set sail and seized marijuana, LSD, mushrooms, hash oil, Ecstasy, and prescription drugs, along with drug paraphernalia. After the raid, the ship was allowed to leave port and it’s unclear whether any charges were pressed against any of the performing musicians. Who knew that the gray-haired Joe Cocker sound-a-like would be the biggest partier of ‘em all? [Spinner] Keep reading »