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No shame in her game.
I spent this weekend at my aunt’s cabin in the Catskills and read through my copy of Confessions of a Video Vixen. I wasn’t really planning on reading the memoirs of “Superhead” until I was in the market for some reading material to keep me entertained during my mountain holiday. And I couldn’t resist when I noticed it in Waldenbooks for a decent price. But after reading it from cover-to-cover in one afternoon, there isn’t really anything to say about it. I didn’t read anything “seismic” about her alleged trysts with people in the music industry. However, the most compelling segment of the book was a credible account of her long-term relationship with Bobby Brown during 2003.
But perhaps one of the most amusing things to come out of “Superhead” going public is the string of Boondocks comic strips that have been based on her.
W is for WRONG!
Dubyah hoodwinked the public once again when he nominated a man to the Supreme Court despite his “W is for Women” promise. Nonetheless, when I was reading Rush & Molloy the other day, Michelangelo Signorile explained how the nominee could have even been less appealing.
“There was a contender for the federal judiciary in the George W. Bush administration who I began receiving information … about him making sexual advances on men in gyms in Washington and other cities,” Signorile told us Friday. Immediately after sex, “he would … go into a religious tirade and then tell them how morally wrong all this was. His record was really conservative.”
Sure I would prefer a hard-line conservative with an ambiguous record to a psychotic, self-loathing closet case on the bench. But when I watched John G. Roberts’ formal nomination and saw his hyperactive son decked out in short pants and saddle shoes, I thought to myself “We’re fucked.”
Snaps for Jack
Whenever I thought aloud and suspected that—underneath all that puffiness and matted hair—there was an attractive man in Jack Osbourne, I would be shut down faster than a counterfeit bag vendor in Chinatown. Well it turns out that he’s actually lost some weight, and I may have been on to something after all. Here are some “before and after” pics I uncovered.
 
But like all overweight rich people, he took the obnoxiously ostentatious and lavish route to shedding pounds. Instead of enrolling himself into a program at his local L.A. Weight Loss like us plebeians might have done, he submitted himself to periodic colonics and retreated to a fitness camp in Thailand. To each his own, I suppose. Perhaps if I were rich, I would pay an intimidating drill sergeant to scream at me while I’m on the treadmill. |
| | Posted 7/26/2005 6:45 PM - 1 view - 4 comments
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