• “Harry Potter” actor Jamie Waylett, who plays Vincent Crabbe, pleaded guilty to growing marijuana plants at his mother’s home. [PopEater] – Too bad he wasn’t concocting potions. That would have been way cooler.
• Eddie Cibrian, who is best known for having an affair with his co-star LeAnn Rimes, has been dumped by his wife, Brandi Glanville. Cibrian said he was done with Rimes, but according to Us Weekly, he was busted with her late last week. That’s when Glanville threw in the towel. [Us Weekly]—How long until Rimes’ husband Dean files for divorce?

In general, sex makes people stupid—why else would anyone get it on with a complete stranger and not bother with protection?  But there must be something in the water these days, because lately people are acting especially idiotic about intercourse.

A 31-year-old sex-offender in Arizona posed as a 12-year-old to enroll in several schools. Apparently this guy looks really young for his age, because he pulled off this stunt for two years. Neil Havens Rodreick II was sentenced to 70.5 years in prison yesterday. [AP]

 

A commercial helicopter pilot who joined the mile high club while he was the pilot has lost his flying license. David Keith Martz was videotaped in a sex act (with an adult film actress) while flying over San Diego in 2005, and the video hit the internet last year. Martz will be able to reapply for his license next year. [SignOnSanDiego.com]

 

A 15-year New York Police Department veteran who tested positive for cocaine in 2006 isn’t getting his job back even though he swears he didn’t do the drug. Jon Goldin sued last year after a NY state appeals court rejected the NYPD’s use of hair to test cops for illegal drug use. His lawsuit said the positive test was a result of “passive ingestion” from performing oral sex on his then-girlfriend, who later admitted to Goldin that she was a regular cocaine user. We don’t understand how cocaine could go from his girlfriend’s privates to his body unless she had sprinkled a white powder down her drawers. [NY Daily News]

 

We debated whether the recession was killing our mojo.

We learned all about polyamory from writer Anya James.

Wendy Atterberry declared her love for Swingtown and Catherine hearted Quiksilver’s fall collection.

 

It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries.

Long flights aren’t just for, well, flying. While you’re thousands of feet above ground, why not join a certain club? You know exactly what I mean. While I’m not an expert on helping you find that handsome, adventurous someone for your tryst, I can definitely help with the logistics, especially now that planes are feeling more like sardine cans lately (thank you fuel prices). And joining the MHC is really the best way to end any vacation.

Joining the mile high club used to be a big deal. First, you both had to sneak past the flight attendants, then you had to contort yourselves into a disgusting 2-foot-square box with fluorescent lighting and a toilet, and finally you had to, once again, slip past the suspecting flight attendants who totally knew what was up. Well, Singapore Airlines has practically taken the fun out of this furtive endeavor now that they’ve added double beds to some of their planes. The only thing is, they’re asking passengers to keep their trousers on. Right…The suites aren’t soundproof, so just suppress yourself from screaming things like, “We have liftoff!” [Times UK]