Elisabeth Hasselbeck’s new book The G-Free Diet: A Gluten-Free Survival Guide is supposed to help people with Celiac disease, like herself, eat well. Too bad she may have ripped the idea from someone else. Massachusetts-based author Susan Hasset is suing the “View” co-host for copyright infringement. Apparently Hasset, who can’t digest wheat either, sent Hasselbeck a copy of her book Living With Celiac Disease last April, along with a cooking video, a note, a business card, and a nice bundle of info. So is it just a coincidence that Hasselbeck’s book hit the shelves last month? [Fox News] Keep reading »
On yesterday’s episode of “The View,” Elisabeth Hasselbeck responded to the Playboy.com article written by Guy Cimbalo that listed her as one of the conservative women he’d like to “hate f**k.” I don’t blame her for being offended — I would pitch a fit if, say, Rush Limbaugh said he wanted to hate f**k me — but her annoyance that the National Organization for Women didn’t immediately respond (in fact, they didn’t know) is misplaced. After all, they have bigger fish to fry right now, like the murder of doctors like Dr. George Tiller.
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I’m working from home today, so naturally I’m enjoying the background noise known as “The View.” Elisabeth Hasselbeck just said that she thinks that fantasizing about another person while you’re having sex with your partner is kinda, sorta a form of cheating. Mind you, I think she once said that masturbating is cheating too. So what do you think? Is thinking about someone else while you’re doin’ it a form of infidelity? Keep reading »
This really is no surprise but super uptight couch sister, Elisabeth Hasselbeck, from The View, says she wouldn’t be pleased if her husband watched porn. And she sure as hell wouldn’t ever use a vibrator because she wants the intimacy of lovemaking with her husband more than anything. Honey, what about when he’s making treks around the country playing football games? Don’t you ever get a little horny and need to attend to some maintenance? Between pedicures you still pumice the soles of your feet (or some other ridiculous metaphor), right? Keep reading »