Brody Jenner recently did an interview with Mirror Online (via UsWeekly) and talked about sex, because Brody Jenner is a sexpert now. One of the things Brody talked about was how his younger half-sisters, Kendall and Kylie Jenner, probably won’t be calling up their big brother and asking for sex advice any time soon. And it’s all thanks to growing up in the Kardashian Khompound.
“Do you seriously think they don’t know what’s up? They could teach me things! I mean, look at their older sisters. Are you kidding me?”
And if Kylie and Kendall are too busy to teach him about sex, he could always call up Scott Disick and to audit the non-stop fuckfest happening at his bachelor pad this weekend.
But really, what could an amateur sexpert like Brody teach them that they haven’t already learned from a pro like Kim Kardashian? Only in the Kima Sutra does it explain how to execute maneuvers like The Sleepy Kanye (when you slip your husband a sleeping pill so you can spend the night taking selfies), The Fame Maker (when you have sex with a famous singer’s barely-famous brother on camera), or The Non-Drowsy Kim (when someone fucks you so good that your face muscles move). Speaking of sex tapes, Brody also talked about if either of his little sisters decided to release a sex tape. Brody, STOP.
“I’d be supportive if that’s what they wanted to do. I’d congratulate them – especially if they did what I did and put an entire project together from beginning to end.”
The “project” Brody Jenner is referring to is a sex tape he made when he was 17 and destroyed shortly after. Once again, as if Brody needs to give Kendall and Kylie advice on releasing a sex tape. If they want to learn how to release a sex tape, they can sign up for their Kris Jenner’s 2-day seminar, How To Kash In Your Koochie With Kris, at Hell’s Learning Annex.
Here’s one of Brody’s little sisters (the fashion model one) getting frozen yogurt yesterday.
Another round of hacked Sony emails were leaked on Thursday, and Radar says that one of them contained a whole lot of information about herpes, specifically how Sony is nervous as fuck about spreading that shit around. Sony is your high school sex-ed teacher. One of the documents that was leaked was a “Cold Sore Questionnaire“, seen partly above. If an actor wanted to get insurance for a Sony film shoot, they were required to fill out the CSQ and declare any and all cold sores, aka Herpes Simplex 1.
You can see a more up-close version of Sony’s CSQ here, but this is mostly what Sony needed to know: If the actor has a cold sore, how long it’s been there, how long they last, what triggers their cold sores, what medication they’re taking to kill that sucker, and what their role in the movie is. I’m shocked that those gossipy tricks at Sony didn’t also ask who they got it from.
Radar also says that included with the CSQ were some blind item-worthy bits of correspondence between Sony higher-ups regarding actors who refused to sign the CSQ. According to one email chain, Sony learned while prepping for the release of Aloha that one actor was taking Abbreva, which is not a prescription medication. The insurance company then told Sony they would have to update that actor’s CSQ by checking off the boxes saying they were taking medication. A “very well-known A-list actor” flat-out refused to fill out the CSQ, which left Sony and the insurance company freaking out. And an “Academy Award-winning actress in her late 50s” promised on her CSQ that she’d take medication to make sure she doesn’t get a mouth full of sores during shooting.
That is so much attention Sony is paying to cold cores. I wonder if they have one person who looks after it all, like a Head of Cold Sore Prevention or something. Hmmm…maybe that’s why Lindsay Lohan has trouble getting film work? No, of course not; Lindsay Lohan is probably the only human on the planet who has built up an immunity to the herpes virus. Even the strongest, most potent strain of herpes is no match for the toxic virus-destroying self-tanner residue running through her veins.
I don’t know if Pepto-Bismol works this way, but I just chugged an entire bottle hoping it might prevent some of the nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, and diarrhea I will definitely get from reading this awful shit about the Duggars. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Megyn Kelly’s second interview with the Duggars airs tonight, and this time she’s sitting down with two of Josh Duggars molestation victims, his sisters Jill and Jessa. If you were wondering whether the second interview is just as awful as the first, Megyn has pretty much confirmed that, yes, yes it is. Megyn spoke to Extra about her upcoming interview with Jill and Jessa, and she let us know what to expect this evening.
“They started off as your normal 22, 24-year-old girls, a little bubbly, kinda giggly, and then when we really get into it the tears started to flow… imagine how painful that would be… they never chose to have this piece of their family story put out there, and I think they are struggling with what people are assuming about their family and about what happened to them.”
When asked if she thinks Jill and Jessa have forgiven their brother for the shit he did, Megyn answered:
“I do, yeah I do. They told me that. They also talked about the journey from the pain to the forgiveness, and it was not without some bumps in the road.”
Ugh, why do I get the feeling that part of the interview began with Michelle Duggar pulling a cue-card out of her crunchy nest of hair, handing it to Jill and Jessa, and whispering “Now remember, you’ve forgiven Josh. I’ve written down your journey from pain to forgiveness right here if you so happen to forget.”
By the way, the Pepto didn’t work. Turns out it’s no match for the stomach-turning power of this mess.
Insert all your “Hide yo kids, hide yo…kids” jokes here. Because everything from the 90s is making a comeback (it’s really only a matter of time before those hip hop Looney Tunes t-shirts come back, I swear), Mary Kay Letourneau and her former student/current husband Vili Fualaau were interviewed for Barbara Walters’ upcoming show American Scandal last night. “I’m sorry, was I busy?” thought Chris Hansen. Mary Kay and Vili talked about being married for 10 years, their two daughters (who are now 16 and 17-years-old), and MKL’s two prison sentences.
After Mary Kay was released from prison in 2004, she was registered as a Level 2 sex offender. She also lost her teaching license. She’s also famous for hooking up with one of her underage students. But despite all this, Mary Kay still wants to be a teacher. Mary Kay is currently working as a legal assistant, and gives piano lessons and does tutoring. But she’s trying to get her name off that registry so she get back to teaching full-time.
You can watch the whole interview here, if you want to spend some time doing that.
Um, I’m no lawyer (I only have a very basic understanding of the legal system from watching Harvey Birdman), but even if she gets her name off that registry, I’m pretty sure we all know the story of Mary Kay Letourneau and Vili Fualaau, right? Unless there’s some elementary school somewhere that’s run by a bunch of people who spent the years between 1997 and 2005 in a coma, her future employers are still going to know.
Not to mention that her resume will have a giant 6 year gap in the middle of it that she’d have to explain. “Oh, that? I was on a personal growth retreat. At a compound. Run by the government. Where I spent a lot of time in solitary…meditation. Yeah, that’s it.“
And now in “Things that will make you feel old as hell” news, Britney Spears’ kids are now old enough to do difficult math. And like real difficult, not how-much-will-three-gorditas-and-a-drink-from-Taco Bell-be difficult (which is my current standard for “hard math”). Brit Brit recently confessed to People that Sean Preston and Jayden James have moved past the two plus two stage of their book learnin’, which means she’s having a hard time helping them with their homework. So in order to keep up, she’s taking some math lessons:
“They go to a really hard school, and this week we had three hours of homework [a night]. Some of it is hard for me. Next year when [Preston’s] in fifth grade, he’s going to be doing pre-algebra, and I’m taking classes so I know how to do it!”
Brit Brit gets zero shade from me, because my dumb ass couldn’t even remember which one algebra was. I through algebra was the “If a train is headed west at a speed of 80 miles per hour” one, but it turns out it’s the X over Y equals Z one. Even with two tutors and a set of Math is Easy! VHS tapes, I still failed algebra. It was such a mind fuck: why do I need to solve for X if you already know what X is? Just tell me what X is, you sadistic bastards! My brain still hurts just thinking about it.
Not to mention that you never use that shit in the real world. I’m happy that Brit Brit is trying to be a good parent, but I doubt she’ll ever use the algebra she learned to solve how many Fraps she drank last month. I mean, you don’t need math to know that the answer will always be “lots”.
When it was announced back in June that former child star and current Adam’s crazy hipster sister on Girls Gaby Hoffmann was knocked up with a tiny kombucha-scented vegan cronut, I knew right away that we were but months away from some potential hipster-sounding birth story foolery. Sadly, when she did finally give birth to a baby girl on November 19th, there didn’t seem to be any. No hand-carved reclaimed barn wood birthing pools filled with organic rainwater. No small-batch epidurals made from steeped sage leaves and raw honey. Even the baby’s name – Rosemary – was pretty normal.
However, she didn’t totally let me down. During the Girls Season 4 premiere on Monday, Gaby disclosed her post-baby secret to People, and just like January Jones before her, that secret is eating her placenta:
“Placenta, placenta, placenta. Just eat that shit up, and it does a girl good! I made smoothies out of it for three weeks. I had a home birth, so my midwife and my doula took it and cut it up into 20 pieces and froze it, and every day, I put it in a blender with strawberries and blueberries and guava juice and a banana, and I drank that shit up.”
I wish I was half as enthusiastic about anything as Gaby Hoffmann is about eating her placenta. I picture her in a little party hat throwing herself a placenta fiesta every morning as she dances into the kitchen and throws on the Vitamix.
I feel like I’m in no place to throw any kind of shade at Gaby for eating her birth extras, because I’ve put worse shit in my mouth. And when I say shit, I mean, literal garbage. One time I made a sandwich that was just Doritos between two slices of white bread. “One time? LOL, that’s cute” just hissed my stomach. I’ve also been known to replace milk with melted ice cream in my cereal. I’m literally at the point in my life where eating my placenta would be considered a positive lifestyle change.
What better way to celebrate the night Santa pushes a 200lb bag of presents down your tiny-ass chimney than by talking about miniature dollhouse human Hayden Panettiere pushing her giant fiance Wladimir Klitschko’s baby out of her small person parts. Merry Christmas! It’s time to talk about wrecked pussies! During an interview with People about her new baby Kaya, 5-feet-tall Hayden confessed that she’s still getting used to her body ever since it pushed out a 7lb, 14oz 20-inch-long baby almost two weeks ago:
“I’m limping around. I’m still trying to figure out what [pregnancy] has done to my body, how it’s changed it. What’s temporary and what’s permanent. I feel like an 80-year-old woman trying to go down the stairs, you know — please tell me this is temporary! But I know some things will never be the same again.”
You’d think that fucking a giant would have prepared her for pushing out a burrito-sized child from her down-lows, but I guess nothing really prepares your pussy for that. All I know is that the only time I’ve ever come close to ripping apart my lady parts was the time I accidentally used an extra super absorbancy tampon from one of those machines at the mall and it literally felt like I was shoving a rolled-up beach towel up there. That was 6 years ago, and my googe still hasn’t forgiven me. It brings it up all the time. So to say that I’m terrified of the idea of giving birth is an understatement. I was a 10lb baby! And just like that, my vagina hissed “oh, fuck that” and bought a one-way ticket to Tijuana.
And what does it mean if you feel like an 80-year-old woman trying to go down the stairs and you haven’t given birth to a giant baby? Is that something I should be asking my doctor about? Eh, it’s probably fine.
Pic: Wladimir Klitschko
While I’m sure the majority of boys in the 90s discovered what boners were by watching re-runs of Designing Women or the hot beach volleyball scene from Top Gun, Eddie Redmayne, handsome British actor type and person who sort of looks like Alyssa Edwards out of drag, recently admitted on The Graham Norton Show (via E!) that his “sexual awakening” was caused by Simba’s sexy lion girlfriend Nala while watching The Lion King. “Really? Her?” hissed a half-naked Ariel.
“I was asked who your first crush is, and…I loved The Lion King when I was younger and I had a weird obsession with Nahla. Look at her face, she’s so sweet, and she can sing really well!”
He also confessed that he had the hots for Maid Marian from Robin Hood, an admission to which fellow guest Anna Kendrick co-signed, adding that she had a crush on Robin Hood. I mean, that’s…not weird, right? I’ll be honest – when I was younger, I thought Robin Hood was hot. I might have also had a crush on Bart Simpson, Spider Man, the Hamburger Helper glove, Charlie B. Barkin from All Dogs Go To Heaven, and that horny brass hustler Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast (I didn’t know what sex was, but I was sure I wanted my first time to be with a come-to-life candle). Oh, and one time I had a sexy dream about The Head from Art Attack. Please tell me that’s not weird.
And now that Eddie Redmayne admitted that he got horn-horn for a cartoon-looking lady lion, he’ll no doubt find himself on the receiving end of some very suggestive Facebook messages from Jocelyn Wildenstein.
When the employees of VOGUE moved into their new office at 1 World Trade Center earlier this month, they discovered a surprise. No, it wasn’t that building management had left them an all-blueberry muffin basket; it was that their office was overrun with rats. RATS! Pointy kitties! Multiple sources tell Gawker that the rat problem is so bad, fancy reptilian humanoid Anna Wintour has informed VOGUE staff that they have to prove that her office is rat-free before she steps into it. No word on where she’s currently working, but I’ll assume she was able to find a warm rock to curl up on.
I’m not sure what Anna’s problem is; rats are super smart! Has she never seen Ratatouille? That one rat learned how to speak English AND cook French food. Show some respect, Anna! And it’s not just rats! Remember how Cinderella’s mice friends designed AND sewed her a ballgown? A BALLGOWN! Rats and mice are practically people! Sure, maybe one will bite you and you’ll have to haul ass to the hospital for a rabies shot, but I’m sure the rest are cool.
Or maybe she refuses to enter her office because she’s terrified that one of the rats will look like Miss Bianca, and she knows she could never compete with such a chic bitch.
I know rats are everywhere in New York City, but I can’t help but wonder if somebody put those rats in Anna Wintour’s office on purpose? Let’s see, who would be deeply tasteless enough to get revenge on Anna Wintour by filling her office with creatures known to hang around trash. Quick, somebody check Kim Kardashian’s klothes for traces of rat hair!
WARNING: If you’re anything like me and you’ve got a weak-ass stomach that gets the wet heaves whenever gross shit is mentioned, then you might want to clear a path to the bathroom, because there’s a 50/50 chance this story will make you race for the toilet.
So, remember a couple weeks ago when Jose Canseco was cleaning his loaded guns at the kitchen table and accidentally shot off his middle finger? Jose’s girlfriend Leila Knight was worried that doctors might not be able to reattach it, but as it turns out – yeah, they could. After a couple hours in surgery, Jose was reunited with his finger! Yay! Unfortunately, the reunion wasn’t destined to be a permanent one. Jose announced yesterday on Twitter that his frankenfinger fell off in the middle of a poker game Friday night:
Ok well I might as well tell you .I was playing in a poker tournament last night and my finger fell off .someone took a video of it. — Jose Canseco (@JoseCanseco) November 14, 2014
My finger should have been amputated from the beginning. It was very loose with no bone to connect it.it was also smelling really bad. — Jose Canseco (@JoseCanseco) November 14, 2014
As if that wasn’t revolting enough, Jose also tweeted (then deleted) a picture of the stump where his finger used to be. I’ve hidden it after the cut because it’s gross as hell, but also because the stump looks like a penis.