There’s a ton of Braxton women, their names all begin with a “T,” and I’m only familiar with two. Noted autism researcher Toni Braxton is one. The other is the chick who ends every sentence with “.com,“ Tamar Braxton. This item concerns the latter. Love B. Scott says that Tamar’s husband, producer Vince Herbert, is divorcing her due to her infidelity.com.

Sources exclusively tell lovebscott.com that the reason for the alleged split is because Tamar’s been cheating on her husband with another high-profile man for a while. Vince had been suspicious of his wife’s infidelity for quite some time and hired a private detective to find out all the details — and he found out EVERYTHING.

This drama went down in the soapiest way possible – in front of other people! The big dude reportedly accused Tamar of riding a penis that wasn’t his in a true-to-life “smelled the fart” moment right before the commercial. You know, it’s when everyone in a soap opera scene freezes and looks at each other like they smelt something horrid because one of Viki Lord Riley Buchanan Carpenter Davidson Banks’ multiple personalities surfaced on the witness stand! The situation supposedly got so ugly that Tamar and Vince began cutting checks so the witnesses would keep their traps shut. Vince feels that Tamar, who, in addition to being a reality persona, is also a singer and a former co-host on The Real, takes too many vacations and isn’t paying enough attention to their 3-year-old Logan. So he’s supposedly going for custody.

“He doesn’t know who Tamar is anymore. He says she’s not the same woman he married eight years ago,” said the source. “She’s too busy going on vacations to worry about the drama at home. He has the baby and that’s the only thing he’s concerned about.”

Just go on your own separate vacation, duh. Perhaps in response to this story, Tamar and Vince Instagrammed a lovey (and rather pancake make-upped) vid of themselves cuddling and singing yesterday. So maybe their marriage is going to survive, and I won’t have to learn the names of the other Braxton women for a follow-up post.

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You probably already saw this story as a breaking news bulletin on CNN, but this highly important post is just in case you didn’t. Lena Dunham tripped over her flip-flop and ended up in the hospital. Fate obviously found her campaign to stop gun violence by defacing movie posters in NYC subway stations as ridiculous and ineffectual as the rest of us and wanted to punish her.

The Oberlin College sub-standard sushi activism supporter posted this pic on her Instagram (via Refinery 29).

But seriously I tripped over my flip-flop. Thank you to the amazing team at Lenox Hill who x-rayed me, determined it was just a stupid sprain and sent me back to work, intact but for my pride

I’m glad she’s ok because Girls needs a final season. I hate-watch that show and I need to find out if that fruit basket Hannah Horvath left outside of Adam and Jessa’s door had a pipebomb in it. However, there are some questions. Why the need for the angry/sultry Instagram photoshoot? Would we not have known she was in the hospital without the presence of the stethoscope and johnny? Are those high heels she’s wearing? Did she put those on as a joke considering her injury? Or out of spite? Is this a statement? Is it cultural appropriation to wear high heels on a gurney?

Check out some pics of Lena and Kylo Ren (Adam Driver) filming Girls in Brooklyn. Are those the evil flip-flops that hurt her?

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Irritating shithead Justin Bieber was himself irritated this weekend when a fan threw a gift at him and it ruined his “moment.” He’s lucky. It could have been someone with actual taste who heaved a rock.

People reports that Canada’s Least Wanted was playing the Boardwalk Hall Arena in Atlantic City on Friday night when he went into a snit. He grew perturbed when some generous fangirl threw a free hat up on stage. You see, his pebble of a brain was trying to remember some teen-idol philosophy about life to lay on those poor little wretches in the audience, and the free hat knocked the scribblins’ he had worked on all week between bong hits out of his brain!

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Time is cruel, and it’s especially harsh on pop stars. You can stick to a diet of twigs, contort yourself into every crotch-flashing yoga position possible, and vampire the youth out of the 20-something backup dancers you stock in your boudoir. However, you’re still going to get all decrepit and dusty. Case in point, Madonna’s talons! She usually sports some variation of gloves at “events,” which could be an attempt at hiding the fact that they look like she’s been rock climbing and knife-fighting since birth. Her hands aren’t dedicated political activists like her asscheeks.

The British tabloids are dicks (as opposed to say, us, who are benevolent and encouraging), and they refer to old-looking hands as “Madonna mitts.” Madonna, 57, must have gotten sick and tired of seeing that when she was practicing her awful British accent by reading the London papers aloud. The Mirror (via Yahoo News) is claiming that she subjected her hands to several rounds of a treatment called “redermalization mesotherapy.” It costs $330 in American bucks, and sounds painful. The skin shouldn’t “bubble.”

The procedure, which apparently originated in Russia, takes 45 minutes and involves 80 to 100 micro-injections of amino acids, vitamins, and hyaluronic acid “to stimulate the production of skin-plumping collagen,” says the Mirror. Amino acids and hyaluronic acid form unsightly bubbles on the skin, but within about 24 hours, hands regain visible volume and elasticity, resulting a smoother, more wrinkle-free look.

A source told The Mirror that “Madonna has always been conscious of her hands which have always been the only bit of her which give away her true age. Mesotherapy isn’t too painful but nor is it for the faint-hearted.” Madge isn’t saying whether or not she Spanish Inquisition-ed the age out of her hands. If you see her sporting the fishnet fingerless gloves she was wearing in the early 80s, she probably took pity on them and didn’t stab them with acid. Good for her. Not so good for her latest 20-something piece. Skin shouldn’t bubble, handjobs shouldn’t be sharp.

Check out some pics of Madge and her mitts in London on July 1st. Before or after or at all? Judge for yourself!

(Thanks to reader Michael C. for the tip!)

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Donna Lewis, the Welsh sensation who took over your eardrums in 1996! And no, don’t ask me why Donna’s scarf looks like a rubber glove full of melted Sweethearts. Or maybe it looks like a bunch of used skinny condoms that the Care Bears busted heart-shaped nuts into.

“I Love You Always Forever” is a song that will always forever be stuck in the deepest crevices of my brain and will never ever leave. I could bust my head and get amnesia, and if my nurse started humming the melody to the chorus, I’d immediately start warbling out the lyrics, “Everywhere I will be with you, everything I will do 4 U!”  Donna Lewis still makes and performs music today and she had other small hits (like that Anastasia song with Richard Marx), but ILYAF was the indestructible ear worm that spent 9 weeks on the Billboard Hot 100 (it peaked at #2) in the US and has spent 20 years squirming around the inside of my head.

Donna wrote it herself and it was the first single off of her first album “Now In A Minute.” When ILYAF came out in 1996, everyone thought it was a Cyndi Lauper song, and I forever thought Donna Lewis was the sister of Clea Lewis from Ellen and Diabolique. They’re practically voice twins. And the video was pure mid-90s. It was shot in sepia, Donna wore a baby doll T and she danced around in an empty apartment. In the 90s, every music trick was avoiding unpacking by dancing around in their empty apartment.

That song was already a permanent resident in my brain, pretty much, and now thanks to me listening to it again, its lease has been extended for at least 20 more years. I’ll be singing that song all damn day, and I hope the cashier at Ralph’s knows what’s happening to me when I forget that people can hear me and I sing out  loud, “Yooooooooooou’ve got the most unbelievable blue eeeeeyes…”

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