For most of Harvey Weinstein’s professional life, he was allegedly living like Caligula’s even grosser, less-consensual, more power-hungry cousin. Then October 2017 happened, and Harvey was publicly exposed by both The New York Times and The New Yorker. (Scooby-Doo villain voice) And he could have been exposed sooner if it wasn’t for those darn executives at NBC! At least according to The New York Times, that’s the case.
The NYT published a piece in which they accused NBC of actively working to make sure a Harvey exposé by Ronan Farrow never saw the light of day. NBC is shooting back, saying they absolutely never had such diabolical intentions.
Brad Pitt’s Make It Right foundation has come down with a severe case of the ironies and is sending in the boss to go see about the houses the foundation built, that are now riddled with issues. You probably remember back in 2007 when William Bradley was so moved by the displaced people of New Orleans after hurricane Katrina, that he tucked a roll of hastily drawn chicken-scratch blueprints that came to him in a dream under his arm, and booked it on down there to build design forward housing for the people. You probably remember, but I guess Brad forgot. And now his foundation might get sued.
Victoria and David Beckham have made an appearance on a red carpet. Together. I know! This is insanely shocking! This is like when Victoria said she was giving up flat shoes! And she really looks thrilled about it too.
Heather Locklear might be currently in a better place, but that doesn’t mean she’s currently out of the woods when it comes to the boozy brawl that happened at her home.
We’re not talking about the boozy brawl that ended with Heather in handcuffs, threatening to shoot a police officer. That was in February, and Heather was charged with four counts of battery during that incident. We’re talking about when Heather got into a fight with her family, allegedly threatened to shoot herself, and later punched a deputy, then kicked an EMT as she was being strapped to a gurney.
Heather was never initially charged during that incident, but she has been now. TMZ says that Heather was charged with 1 misdemeanor count of interfering with a law enforcement officer (aka punching the cop), and 2 counts of misdemeanor battery for allegedly attacking first responders (aka kicking that EMT).
This could get messier for Heather. TMZ says the EMT that Heather made contact with got a personal injury lawyer, and has claimed they suffered serious harm during Heather’s leg-based outburst. The EMT reportedly was reassigned to desk duty while she recovered from head and neck issues.
The EMT is seeking compensation for medical bills, pain and suffering, and a little extra for getting an unscriped whooping Amanda Woodward. At the very least, that EMT deserves a medal of bravery for squaring off against current-day Heather Locklear. But I will say I’m kind of shocked that a sleazier personal injury lawyer hasn’t followed suit and worked this angle in a commercial or bus bench advertisement. “Have you been injured during an altercation with a certain TV star? Call 1-800-HEA-THER for justice.”
If this episode had a theme, it’d be “dicks of all kinds.” But then again, isn’t that the theme of every one of our episodes? On this episode, Allison and I talk about Louis C.K. trying to make a comeback, the sad end of HBO’s sex education programming, and we also try to come up with a better excuse than the excuse a dog sitter gave to an Olympic champion swimmer after he walked in on two shirtless dudes in his living room, a bottle of lube on the table, his dog Jimbo locked in the bedroom, and her in the shower. We end the show by answering listener questions and bestowing our wisdom (read: the opposite of wisdom) on problems like how to deal with an annoying friend and what to do about a co-worker who keeps microwaving fish in the office. And if you’re a co-worker who keeps microwaving fish in the office, do the right thing and turn yourself into the police right now.
It seems like just yesterday we learned that Canadian Good Boy Rapper, Drake, had fathered a child, who he revealed for the first time by rapping about him in a song. Welp, the old “revealing my secret love child” trope really did the trick and Drake sold a shit ton of albums. Now Drake is relaxing and doing him: AKA spending his money and finding the next girl to knock up in secret.