Wade Robson Claims That Michael Jackson And His Minions Ran The Most Sophisticated Child Sexual Abuse Operation In The World
Choreographer and So You Think You Can Dance guest judge Wade Robson threw a lawsuit at MJJ Productions in 2013, claiming that Michael Jackson sexually abused him from the age of 7 to the age of 14. One judge threw out the case in 2015, because according to them, 33-year-old Wade Robson waited way too long to file it. (Yes, we are living in a world where claims of sexual abuse have an expiration date on them.) But the case is back on. The brain-melting disturbing details of the lawsuit were sealed up back then, but recently his new lawyer Vince Finaldi added a new complaint and The Hollywood Reporter published it. The new complaint claims that two of Michael Jackson’s companies acted as fronts for finding new victims.
This will be good news for anyone who ever had a Teen Beat poster of Ricky Schroder in their locker. Or, you know, anyone who ever had a picture of Newt Dobbs from Lonesome Dove that they ripped from a TV Guide. I’m sure those people exist. TMZ says that after 24 years of marriage, Ricky Schroder is getting divorced from his wife Andrea Schroder.
A 21-year-old Ricky met a 17-year-old (eeesh) Andrea while he was filming a movie in Canada in 1991. They got married a year later, and ended up having 4 kids. Ricky converted to Mormonism for her. Hearing the word “Mormon” immediately made me picture a smiling Ricky ringing Andrea’s doorbell and asking her if she likes her new house and if he could clean her gutters.
TMZ says that Andrea filed papers in Los Angeles only a few weeks before their 24th anniversary. She wants sole legal and physical custody of their youngest kid (the other three are of legal age) with visitation for Ricky. She’s also demanding spousal support.
TMZ doesn’t know exactly why they decided to split. But I think I have a theory. A few years ago, Andrea and Ricky were on an episode of Oprah: Where Are They Now, and she showed off a “dream board” – which was really more of a bag – that she made when she was 8. On the inside there was a picture of Ricky and she’d written that her dream was to marry/meet him and have kids with him.
And now they’re getting divorced and cashing spousal support payments. That paper bag totally came from a haunted grocery store, I know it. Quick, throw your dream bags into a fire! It could be cursed!
Yes, I said MAROON, because I am a classy whore who likes to use the classiest name available for colors.
Jason Momoa was at the Toronto International Film Festival yesterday to sell his movie The Bad Batch with co-star Soooookeh Waterhouse. Jason Momoa also unintentionally sold me on his style being “steampunk Tarzan going to a senior prom while wearing an ensemble bought at Chess King.” This is very Johnny Depp Lite. Jason’s style borders on Fighting The Hot, but it still brings the nipple tingles, because it lacks sleeves and fucks to give. I am always grateful that Jason suffers from a deeply allergic reaction to covering up those arms.
Jason is also dressed like an overheated Paula Poundstone at a holiday party in 1993, and suddenly I find myself feeling things about Paula Poundstone.
Since it seems like I’m on the “rich dudes saying dumb shit to The Cut” beat, here’s a post about Tom Brady saying dumb shit to The Cut. Just like plastic-straw-hater Adrian Grenier, Gisele Bundchen’s man is so not into something that’s got the word “straw” in its name. Two things: Yes, this IS news. And yes, Tom Brady’s feelings about strawberries is one of the most interesting things he’s ever said in an interview.
That’s right, Justin Timberlake, put your hands together and pray to the heavens above that St. Starbucks will bless you with the chance to work with an angel like Britney Spears. And also if you have the time, ask St. Starbucks to send you a sacred Frapp in the event she needs a little convincing.
A few weeks ago, Britney admitted during an interview with Most Requested Live With Romeo that she would like to work with Steven Tyler, Katy Perry, and Justin Timberlake, who she called “very good.” The only name in that list that anyone cared about was Justin Timberlake, because who wouldn’t want to take a trip back to 2001? Let me just grab my magenta Motorola RAZR, a 12-pack of stick-in hair gems, and my nicest hanky-hem halter dress real quick and we’ll be off.
Adrian Grenier is so not enjoying that delicious-looking strawberry cocktail. Adrian is hate-sucking on that straw, because straws are the devil’s long plastic dick!
Adrian is the television version of Leonardo DiCatchAHo, because it seems like his (gigantic) peen is a nomad who never wants to settle down in one poon AND he really cares about the environment. Adrian co-founded the Lonely Whale Foundation, which exists to educate people on ocean animals. Adrian’s foundation did some exhibit for Refinery29 in Brooklyn for Fashion Week. The Cut talked to Adrian at popular restaurant Roberta’s in Bushwick, and when he opens up his mind to you, hold onto something tight, because he will take you on a hilarious insane ride through his acid-laced thoughts. Most of the quotes that were squirted out of Adrian’s brain read like something a Portlandia writer would write before scratching it out and saying, “Naw, that’s TOO crazy.”