A few months after Iggy Azalea called it quits with French Montana, she bounced her exploded-can-of-biscuits ass over to Odell Beckham Jr., wide receiver for the NY Giants. Page Six says that Odell skipped the Giant’s first OTA practice (organized team activities, aka training) on Monday. Instead of throwing balls with the rest of his team in New Jersey, he went bowling with Iggy and some friends in Los Angeles.
If you’ve been spreading BenGay’s eye-safe formula on your eyeballs to soothe them from the excessive rolling they did last week, then you most likely read Lena Dunham’s conversation with Amy Schumer for her newsletter. That conversation was filled with many bitter ass dingles, but the bitter ass dingle that got the most attention was the one that Lena spit out about this year’s Met Gala. Lena sat next to New York Giants wide receiver Odell Beckham Jr. at the Met Gala and when he didn’t talk to her or give her one drop of attention, she assumed that he was disgusted by her body, didn’t want to fuck her and was trying to figure out if she was “a marshmallow,” “a child” or “a dog.” Lena seemed to think that if a stranger dude doesn’t talk to her or make eye contact with her, he’s obviously a misogynistic gutter pig who doesn’t want to suffer through the pain of trying to keep the wet heaves down while looking at her gross body as they talk.
Lena later put out an apology where she said that she was projecting her own insecurities. Odell didn’t ever release a statement or put anything on his Instagram about it, but reporters asked him about it the past couple of days. The recipe for Odell’s answer had a dash of Mariah Carey’s “I don’t know her” and a cup of “Who Cares? So What?”