HIGH HOPES

Mad Men Recap! The Highs & Lows Of Money & Self-Medicating

PEGGY'S PULLING NO PUNCHES. And neither is my Long Island iced tea…whoo. Need to ease up on the rum next time. Damn.

It's Friday afternoon at Sterling Cooper, and our two newly-appointed Heads of Accounts need the creative team to stay over the weekend to dream up some new Bacardi campaigns. You know, while the two of them slither around at Roger Sterling's country club soiree, actually *drinking* Bacardis.

"They hate creative," Peggy complains, resigning herself to her fate.

The next day, Peggy, Smitty and Kinsey hunker down to try and figure something out. Smitty and Kinsey lock themselves in Kinsey's office, and soon enough they realize they have *no* ideas. It's at this point that they don't call upon Peggy, but Mary Jane. Kinsey's hipster ass calls up one of his rebel-without-a-cause Princeton buddies, who's slangin' dope instead of working a 9 to 5. Jeff sits in on the "creative session" and chides Kinsey for never calling. You know, it's just a dime bag, not a therapy session, guy. Leave your number and a "free sample," and I bet he'll start calling your ass all the time.

Elsewhere, Roger's grand country club party is going well. That is, if you love crashingly dull work functions where you have to look like you're having fun even though it's hot, you're uncomfortable and you don't want to talk about work on the weekend. But, hey, open bar! That'll cure what ails ya.

Back at the Draper residence, Sally's getting sick of reading to Grampa Gene, so she decides to steal a little finder's fee from his wallet. Naturally, old Gene thinks Carla took it, resulting in several uncomfortably tense hours in that yellow-and-plaid kitchen. Eventually, Sally tries to right the situation by pretending to "find" the money on the kitchen floor. Naturally, everyone sees what just happened, but it's never mentioned or discussed.

I pity those Draper children. It's weird, but every time a scene at Don's house begins, I feel an urge to refill my drink.

While everyone else is suffering at the office or on the green, Joan is hosting a dinner party for her fiancée's co-workers. Things hit a wall when everyone discusses the hospital where they work, and Joan isn't up on the lingo. So there's an awkward silence that Greg suggests she fill with the sounds of her accordion. Did you know Joan plays the accordion? She clearly wishes that you didn't.

Meanwhile, Kinsey and Smitty got nothin'…except maybe the munchies. Jeff throws out a few ideas, but they suck. Peggy gets a whiff of what's going on and swings by. Jeff is hitting on her relentlessly: "What’s your name, sweetheart?"

"My name is Peggy Olson, and I'd like to smoke some marijuana." She’s getting bolder this season for sure. After a terrible caterwaul between Kinsey and his Princeton buddy-turned-pusherman, she laughs and says, "I am SO high."

Eventually, she strikes idea gold and tells the boys to go home, because she can totally take it from here, and all they're gonna do is keep singing and smoking, so. Thank you and goodnight.

Peggy's new secretary Olive has been watching over her all day and tries to warn her against doing what the boys do. It's very clear at this point that we're about to see a new side of Peggy: "I’m not scared of any of this." AWESOME.

Back to the country club. This has got to be the world's longest fucking garden party. I hope Don has sucked all the whiskey out of the open bar, because, if I were in his pointy, painful dress shoes, I totally would have. Pete and Trudy dance their asses off, but everyone else is pretty much over the whole scene. I mean, once you see Roger Sterling do blackface, that's got to be the apex of bad taste for the evening. Everything else after that is an amateur act…even when Mr. Big Time Client tries to hit on a very pregnant Betty Draper.

Things are winding down, and plaything Jane is WASTED. Oh, I know the feeling. Don and Roger exchange words, and Don, sick of it all, goes to find Betty. For once, he's figured out that he can go to her. Let’s see if that lasts.

Too bad there's no open bar at my place. Oh, wait, yes there is. It's called the fridge. Excuse me.

Miz J, who works in advertising, is a regular contributor and resident expert on all things Mad Men at Crabby Golightly. Check out her blog at Miz J

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August 31, 2009

THE END OF THE ROAD

What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas: My Last Leg As Roadie for Peter, Bjorn & John

IT'S THE DAY AFTER THE BAND PLAYS THE BOWL, AND PETER AND JOHN and some of the girlfriends want to hit resale shops. Resale shops are among my worst nightmares. But the shops are on Melrose and who knows who you'll run into.

We run into no one, and to make matters worst, we get texted from the hotel that Snoop Dogg's hanging at the pool.

I consider treating myself to a shopping trip on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. I need sunglass and think it'd be fun to drop a few hundred on D&G sunglasses. A friend back in Chicago says I'm an idiot (she is subtle that way), that the sunglasses would be out of style by the time I get back to Chicago. I take the advice and purchase sunglasses from a resale shop. Instead of dropping $300, I spend $5 and am confident that these are already out of style. Dumb like a fox, that's me.

READ MIKE'S FIRST INSTALLMENT AS ROADIE HERE.

The show tonight is in Anaheim, the stadium where the Mighty Ducks play. Our dressing room is not too shabby; it actually has a TV in it but no wireless.

I take my new position as a "walker" very seriously. First, I walk the route myself, checking for potential problems, obstructions and most of all making sure I don't get lost. Once I am confident of the route, I check with the stage manager on when he wants the band in position and discuss the cue to send the band on stage.

This night, my bro Chris's with me while I review the details with the stage manager. Chris mentions that he was considering letting people pay to do the job as sort of a B-list rock and roll fantasy. I ask how he'll be sure they'll be professionals like I am. The stage manager looks at me and says, "Professional? You're more like semi-pro." The Depeche Mode stage manager just calls me a semi-pro! Awesome, I have moved from amateur to semi-pro in just a few shows!

Thursday's show's in Santa Barbra, about a 2.5 hour drive. We agree to leave early (rock and roll translation -- about 11 a.m.) and stop at a beach along the way.

I take a leisurely path along Pacific Coast Highway, through Malibu and points north. We settle on a beach in Ventura, about 45 minutes south of Santa Barbara. We get the cooler unloaded and the blankets laid out when the phone rings.

It's Chris: "Where are you guys?" Me: "We just got to the beach."

Chris: "You need to leave by 3, there's traffic." It's 2:30 now.

There's a collective groan, but I make the executive decision that we won't leave until 3:30 and we'll blame any delay on traffic. A quick dip in the ocean, a few minutes in the sun, and we're up and moving again.

The show is great, but there's a hitch. At one point lead singer Peter jumps into the crowd but he can't get back on stage. There's no path from the pit. He runs to the left -- nothing; he runs to the right -- nothing. He has to climb it. With one foot on a hand rail, a microphone in hand, he scales a small wall.

READ MIKE'S SECOND INSTALLMENT AS ROADIE HERE.

After the show, we drive back to West Hollywood and go right to our rooms. Come morning, it's time for me turn in the rented Porsche. I am sorry to part with it but we're leaving for Vegas today. All aboard the van for our five hour trip to Vegas.

Traffic is OK. Tthere are spots where we are going 85 m.p.h.; others where we're crawling. Through the Mojave Desert and Death Valley we roll.

We drive past a sigh that reads "Ghost Town Road." I hear a Swedish chorus from the back of the bus yell "Ghost Town Road!" Today is a travel day so I again exert authority (since Chris is already in Vegas) and take the exit. We travel a few miles of the interstate to Calico Ghost Town, a replica of an old mining town for tourists. It's 105 degrees outside.

I tell everyone: 30 minutes, walk up one side, take a few photos, walk down the other side and let's hit the road. Cheesy? Of course, but they enjoy the break.

As we approach the interstate another Swedish chorus fills van, this time it's Peggy Sue’s Diner. We have to eat, and the baby needs changing. Peggy Sue here we come.

The place is plastered with 50’s memorabilia and the Swedes are really enjoying it. Photos are snapped, shakes and burgers ordered and it turns into a really nice lunch (despite the food being complete crap. But what can you expect we are in the middle of a desert?)

We pull into Vegas about 7 p.m, where we check into the Palms Hotel, just off the strip. The band's performing here in a venue called the Pearl Theater. Their names are on the sign outside. It’s exciting, things get a little crazy, but I can’t say too much more. Remember: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Let me just say that Usher’s playing pool side, we have VIP access to the Ghost Bar, the Moon Night Club, the Playboy Club, impromptu private tour of the in-house studio where Cher, Britney etc. record, then hit Drai’s about 6 a.m., and this: an offer from the band for me to play the bongos onstage. But that’s all I can say.

It’s here that the party ends for me. After the show, the band picks up the tour bus and heads south to Phoenix and I return to L.A. solo with the van.

What an adventure! Living the rock 'n roll life is much different than in the movies. There’s stretches of tremendous boredom: Arriving hours early just to ensure you’re not late; a lot of sitting around looking at each other; long hours on the road; living with the same people 24 hours a day.

I'm home now, have sorted through the mail, unpacked my bags. The closest I ever got to Paris was standing outside the Paris Hotel in Vegas. But that's okay.

From my living room I can still see the crowds, hear the cheers, see people singing and swinging their arms and dancing.

I see the joy that music can bring and understand just how important that 45 minutes in the bright lights is to both artist and audience. I am happy I was part of it and will always treasure the friendships and memories.

PB&J, rock on!

Mike S. is a project manager in the petroleum industry and adjunct professor at Northwestern University. He's living the rock n' roll life for two weeks in La La Land and other parts West. His reality is Uptown, Chicago.

This is the last of three installments of Mike S.'s Diary of a Poseur. You can read his first diary entry here, and his second installment here.

READY FOR BLOW BACK

Gladly Back To The Mad, Sad, Bad World Of Mad Men

By Miz J

HI CATS. SEASON THREE IS HERE, with limited commercial interruption, which if you ask me (and you kind of did) is totally counterintuitive.

This is a show about advertising. There should be ads, although not painfully terrible ones for the ShamWOW or Cash4Gold. If that's what AMC meant, then I'm on board.

Anyway, there I was, drink in hand, ready to get this show on the road, so many questions left unanswered from last season.

Imagine my unbridled excitement when I was greeted with 10 minutes of milk stirring from Dreamy Don. Seriously. Milk stirring. Oh, and further dramatization of his prostitute mother's seedy encounter with his father. So now we know how he ended up where he ended up, but we still don't know anything else!

I really wanted to know more about his situation with Betty, who is now fully pregnant. For all intents and purposes, it looks as though the Drapers are one big happy family again. But of course, appearances are supposed to be deceiving on this show.

So, since no one's getting any action at the Draper household, let's head to Gomorrah, also known as Sterling Cooper.

Layoffs are in full swing since the merger, and today they're letting go of the Head of Accounts, who leaves in a fit of rage that stuns the whole agency. I was especially amused by his "You can all go to hell" speech.

Way to ensure you never work in this town again, sport.

Remember last season when Duck promised Pete Campbell would become Head of Accounts? He gets the promotion, but so does Ken Cosgrove. They get to *share* the job.

Of course, Pete is overjoyed that his buddy is working with him instead of against him, and they go traipsing toward Lollipop Lane together, singing a happy song about working together and friendship. At least, that's what they would have done if the Commies had won.

This competition thing is really trendy at the agency right now, as Joan must contend with the assistant to the new leadership at SC, a snobby young British man who thinks he's out of the secretaries' league. Naturally, Joan is having none of his uppity bullshit. She coolly tosses him into a swank office, reasoning, "We should have an office for visitors, and it makes sense to have you sit in there when it's not occupied." He recites this thinking verbatim to his boss, who dismisses it as "harebrained."

The assistant observes that this is a "Joanocracy." I am glad he's realizing that now and not later, when it could really be hazardous to his physical health. I mean, I have no idea what Joan is capable of, but I wouldn't really want to find out. She's like the busty version of those clean-suited Samuri warriors that just stand in the middle of a fight waiting…
watching…ready to pounce. Brr. Need a refill to soothe my nerves.

Meanwhile, Don and the newly-married, still closeted Sal head to Baltimore to repair the relationship between their agency and the London Fog client after the most recent layoff [Side note: how can you be called London Fog and be based in Baltimore?]. They meet a stewardess who invites them to dinner, and, as is Don’s MO, he creates new identities for himself and Sal, telling the woman and her friend that they're (of all the ridiculous lines to throw at a woman) accountants for Jimmy fucking Hoffa. Don beds the stewardess; Sal heads back to his room alone.

It's a hot night and Sal's AC isn't working, so he calls up the bell boy to fix it. The bell boy fixes the AC but also picks up a strong gaydar signal so he decides to find the source of that as well. Which is, of course, underneath Sal's impeccable, stylish wardrobe. Unfortunately for Sal, there's a fire at the hotel and all hanky-panky is interrupted (I wonder if you can get comped for that?). Don knocks on Sal's window from the fire escape to tell him to get out of the building, and sees the whole deal. Sal is sure that his cover is blown (no pun intended).

On the flight back after the client meeting, Don leans in and asks Sal, "Can I ask you something and will you be completely honest with me?" Sal braces for the gay inquisition, but Don just wants to talk shop. Sal has no idea how many secrets Don holds, and that Don is too busy keeping up with his own lies to worry about Sal's little indiscretion. And when you think about it, Don's indiscretions, even by 1963 standards, are way more interesting. S&M sessions with a celebrity's wife? A love affair with the client's daughter? Random, drug-induced hookups? Draper's got issues and I want a subscription.

But, until next Sunday, I have to tide myself over with reruns. And booze.

Miz J, who works in advertising, is a regular contributor and resident expert on all things Mad Men at Crabby Golightly. Check out her blog at Miz J

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August 16, 2009

FUN FOR THE SPATIALLY GIFTED

How To Tie Shoelaces

HOT DAMN, THERE'S SOMETHING TO BE SAID FOR REINVENTING THE WHEEL AFTER ALL.

Or, in the instance of tying shoelaces, perhaps we should make a point to add 'figuratively.'

Check out these alternatives to the same old boring way we've been tying shoes since mom taught us on bended knee. There's 11 more examples over at MailDumper, a far cry from the two trillion ways to feed lace through six pairs eyelets, according to Ian's Shoelace Site! Ian, dude, get a life!

We do think attempting new tying methods is a perfect pastime for road trips, short prison stints and even school suspensions. Also highly recommend it for super ambitious parents trying to tweak a few extra SAT scores out of their offspring. Just, ahem, don't work yourself into a knot while trying!

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WHY POLITICIANS RUN FOR OFFICE

Just Another Way To Say 'Some Animals Are More Equal Than Others'

UGLY TRUTH

And Now For A PSA: This Is Your Face On Meth

WE INTERRUPT THE FUN TO BRING YOU THIS PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUCEMENT. These mugshots from the Multnomah County Sheriff's Office in a region of Oregon affectionately dubbed Methford by locals.

These pics come to our attention via I Am Bored and show the ravages that meth takes on its users after a time.

It isn't very pretty. Proactive won't help. We can't say what will. We're not convinced prison is the answer.

Message to kiddies: stay away from the meth!

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August 14, 2009

KITSCH

Tune In To This 'Meme' Of The Fifties, Sixties: The Toy TV

USED TO BE THAT THE PLASTIC TOYS SHIPPED BY THE BOATFUL FROM HONG KONG WERE CONSIDERED CHEAP AND TACKY.

Today, they're still considered cheap and tacky, but they have also have become sought after by geeks who collect retro treasures capturing the whimsy of the past.

Some of these tiny TVs were stand-ins for traditional salt & pepper shakers; others served as pencil sharpers, and still more were tiny souvenir viewfinders for tourists seeking to bring him some lasting memory.

Nostalgia can be so much fun.

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August 12, 2009

YUM

Orgasmic In Beauty, Motion, Symbolism: A Glance Back At Detroit's Tailfins

MY PHYSICAL REACTION TO BEAUTIFUL THINGS IS MUCH LIKE MY REACTION TO A GOOD FUCK: I get all tingling and start loudly exclaiming, "Ohh Yes!"

It's a problem particularly when browsing high-end furniture stores and the finest antique malls.

But to less embarrassing effect, it also happens at home while perusing the web for virtual candy.

And so I can reveal that I came hard when I found the New York Times' gorgeous feature on Detroit's finest hour: the Cold-War era's tailfins.

"Tailfins embodied a feeling of prosperity and jet-age excitement," Jeffrey Leestma, president of the Automotive Hall of Fame told the Times'.

Jet-age excitement, yeah, that's it.

The spectacular stylings of the tailfins were featured at the Hall of Fame's annual car show in early August. Thankfully, the Times' brought the show to those who couldn't make the trek.

Indulge, then have a cigarette.

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IT'S A SLIPPERY SLOPE

Tabloid Trash Talk

This Week's Spotlight: National Enquirer Or "The Tabloid Ate My Brain!"

IF YOU HAD ASKED ME WHEN I WAS A WEE BABE IN JOURNALISM'S WOODS WHAT I'D BE DOING IN 2009, THE IDEA THAT I'D BE SNACKING ON TABLOIDS TO UPCHUCK on a blog would be laughably ludicrous.

Fast forward to today and all I got to say is, "HARDEE-HAR-HAR," the joke's on me. Still, I keep laughing!

While Vegas takes a break, it falls to me to cull the weekly tabs for bite-sized news you can spew. And I gotta confess, I bought four of the rags but have yet to make it past this week's (or in actuality, last week's) National Enquirer. The August 17th issue is chock full of sensational charges and claims. To wit:

The Cover: A pic with a red arrow pointing exactly to the spot where Michael Jackson died! Plus! There's the promise of 10 more "crime scene photos" inside, which really just means inside his rented home. (The most shocking revelation?: The King of Pop really could have used an interior designer. ) There's a battle brewing between Walter Cronkite's kids and his girlfriend??? A report that Rosie & Kelli split, and if you need their last names you shouldn't be reading this. And yet more about how Dr. Phil "sexually attacked!" a former patient. Shall we turn the page?

Page 4. "Eyewitness" reports sez Mel Gibson was pissed when a Neiman Marcus salewoman took too long to wait on his pregnant lover, only to find out she was swamped with demands from Nicky and Paris Hilton. You'd think Neiman's could have two people working in shoes? Also here, you'll find snaps of five of the best beach bods in La La Land, most noteworthy of them Jennifer Lopez's bodacious booty and Adrianne Curry's delicious curves. Why don't they put these pics on the front instead of all those cottage-cheesy bods? These girls have earned the cover in the gym!

Which brings us to Page 6, where the one and only K-Fed appears two times his previous size. Which means his hoped-for reality show may be out of his grasp. Allegedly VH1 execs have told him to lose 45 pounds or else -- because it's hard enough to sell a show about the ex-husband of a Pop star on TV, let alone a fat one.

Plus! Patrick Swayze's smoking pot! and Mark Wahlberg weds in a shotgun wedding! If you want to know any more, you'll have to buy the mag.

Pages 10 and 11 explore Jon Gosselin's slutty ways since his separation from Kate. He's now hooked up with, count em -- one, two, three, four women, or more accurately "girls." Looks like Jonny is making up for lost time. Advice to girls: Wear a condom. The bum doesn't work and is already tethered to eight mini muppets.

Page 12. Michael Jackson died a virgin!!!! This tidbit comes compliments of sibling LaToya who purportedly told friends MJ never had sex with "ANY woman" (no word on men though) because it "scared" him.

Also on Page 12! The usually "milquetoast" Ryan Seacret blasted his radio bosses on the air for telling to buttom his lip and play more music. "Maybe I should go to a different station!,'' Seacrest snarls. Looks like his American Idol raise has gone to his mouth?

Finally, on page 14, the Enquirer shows photos from Michael Jackson'sdeath bedroom. There's nothing telling about the pics save for one which shows a blood-stained shirt. But the story leaves out the most interesting tidbit: Who sold the tab the pics?

Page 18. Katie Holmes is a shopaholic. Oh, please. This is news? Like we should care? Be surprised? Her hubby's got more money than Suri and all her great grandchildren can spend in a hundred years.

Page 20. Joe Jonas is crying over being dumped by Camilla Belle. Boo Hoo. Take off the chastity ring and you'll feel better in no time.

Page 24. Prison is the best thing to ever happen to OJ Simpson's ex-beau Christie Prody. After 12 years with the footballer-turned-actor-turned-national pariah, 34-year-old Prody moved back home to Minnesota, met a man and now has a new baby girl. OJ was "livid" over the news. We repeat: prison is the best thing to ever happen to Prody.

Page 27 has the tale of two narcissists: Apparently 90210's and Grey's Anatomy Katherine Heigl have gone to the dark side. Both are paying too much attention to their publicity and have become bears on their TV sets. Oh, well, if they keep it up, it's only a matter of time before they're scratching each other's eyes for face time on I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!

Page 29. Oh, look! Isn't this adorable? The Enquirer has a special feature to help put animal abusers behind bars! That's so that the eds. will have something on the 'pro' list when they knock on heaven's door. Hey, works for me!

Page 31. Brangelina is dangerously close to being separated by the letter ''D." "There are serious cracks in Brad and Angelina's relationship,'' an alleged "friend" told the tab. Okay, they're losing me here. Who talks like that --"Serious cracks?" I'll wait for the divorce. Oh, wait, they're not married. Gosh, maybe they're smarter than we think!

Okay, I'm stuffed. I can't eat anymore. But if you really want to know: the story about Dr. Phil starts on Page 34.

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August 11, 2009

STEALING A PEEK

Shanghaied From Flickr: A Gorgeous Cityscape By Peter Morgan

POLLUTION HAS NEVER LOOKED MORE POETIC than in this shot of Shangai found on Flickr.

Can we rational our "borrowing" with a good excuse? Put the blame on the artist with the audacity to turned atmospheric peril into a gorgeous skyscape?

This shot was taken from the 88th floor of the post-modern Jin Mao Tower by one PMorgan on Flickr, otherwise known as Peter Morgan of Manchester, England.

We heartily (and sheepishly) urge you to pay a visit to the shot there.

The photograph has become a favorite on Flickr, having rotated on and off the photo sharing site's home page since July 2007. According to Morgan, the photo has been viewed more than 780,000 times as of last April.

Perhaps we can make amends for borrowing the shot by passing along this information: Mr. Morgan is selling 20 archival quality copies of this evocative snap, after which the digital file will be retired. Hurry.

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August 10, 2009

DROWNING IN PATHOS

Get Ready For The Delicious Madness: Mad Men Returns Sunday, Aug. 16th

GET THOSE SCOTCH GLASSES READY -- IT'S ALMOST TIME FOR SEASON 3 OF MAD MEN!

After wallowing in a despondent, cherry vodka-induced haze, waiting for Mad Men to return, I'm back and ready to dish on Draper. But first, before the magic happens, I'm gonna pull a VH1 on you and do a recap.

When we last left the brood at Sterling Cooper, the world was about to end. Literally.

People were confessing shit all over the place, and I was just trying to keep up. Unfortunately the whole thing just left me with more questions.

I was DYING to know when Peggy was planning to tell Pete about their baby, and I'm still DYING to know what the whole deal is. I mean, is Peggy's sister raising this baby, or did she really give it up for adoption? My money's on the bitchy sister, since that would give her a REASON to be all bitchy.

And speaking of buns in the oven, how about the newest addition to the Draper family? The whole marriage deflates and then whoosh! Enter Fix-A-Flat baby. You just KNOW they'll reconcile "for the sake of the children." It's just what you DID back then, which explains that one fucked-up family member we all have. Hey, you were thinking it. I *SAID* it.

I'm also curious about the situation with Joan. She's got this date rapey husband, her long-standing affair with Roger Sterling's in the crapper, and because of Roger's new fiancée, Joan is facing some stiff competition at work. I wonder how that redheaded snake will retaliate.

Of course, there's still the matter of the merger at Sterling Cooper. I wonder what the guy from The Nanny will do if Duck fucks it up. Maybe he'll fire that douchebag Kinsey. I can dream, can't I?

We'll have to wait and see what happens, but judging by the teaser trailer, it looks like there will be even more sex this season than in previous ones. I'm telling you right now that if Season 4 is all secret pregnancies, then I'm blaming the shit out of Season 3 and going on strike. What do you mean "that doesn't make sense?" Well, then I guess I need a refill. Excuse me.



Miz J is a regular contributor and resident expert on all things Mad Men at Crabby Golightly. Check out her blog at Miz J

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August 09, 2009

PARANOIA IS JUSTIFIED

Just Because You're Paranoid Doesn't Mean They're Not After You

BRAWLING, BALLING, WHAT A SHOW!

Yikes! The Monied Housewives of Atlanta Go 'Ghetto'

FOLLOWING LAST WEEK'S RAUCOUS FIGHT between Sheree and her event coordinator, Anthony, this week's Housewives opens with the dime-store diva sharing her horror of his treatment of her with Tania.

Later, we see the duo at Sheree's kitchen table as she fondles a gun with distaste. But she's convinced by former armed forces member Tania to go a gun range where they totter around in skintight pants and high-high heels, and shoot out some frustrations.

Sheree's new house is isolated, so she feels she needs some heat to protect her family. Ok, Anthony, top executive party planner, mess with a sister NOW.

Lisa Wu and her hubby are taking over the "boring, happy couple" roles that got the Snows bounced. They chat, again, about his career and where it will take him, her jobs, the baby and more babies. They visit a fertility clinic and talk about having babies over 35. He concocts a romantic rosebud-strewn dinner that ends with a bubble bath and sex we don't get to see. Moving on.

Did you know Kim was never with Big Poppa for the money? So what does she do for money when she's said previously that he was basically supporting her? Selling wigs ain't gonna do it. Must be Bravo money that's doing it now. And, an assistant. Really?

And has she had her breasts done?

They were buxom before but they seem so…watermelon-esque this season. Maybe it was the cut of the trampy clothes she was trying on. I say tramp because if she sneezed there would be massive nipple exposure. But hey, the girl's gotta get a new Poppa. She also said she'd shovel shit for Dolce & Gabbana. Girl, you just crazy.

NeNe's hair and skin are the same color as her kitchen cabinets! She’s calling Kim for a powwow between the four ladies. You can hear that Kim's gut is saying it's a set up. And she's completely right, but still agrees to meet with NeNe and Sheree only, no Lisa. But first she wants just her and NeNe to have drinks.

When they meet up Kim tries her best to make up with NeNe but girlfriend ain't having it. She still wants a bigger audience for this massacre and gets Kim to agree to another date with Sheree attending. Then they get down to drinking and being the kind of friends they used to be, without the bullshit.

O, Candy, right. Candy's upset cause her mom does not support her marrying a man who has six kids by four baby mommas. A man who has "various businesses." Mom just thinks she could have made a better choice. Candy's happy with him and likes the fact that he keeps his children in his life. I understand both points of view (but tilt a bit towards Mom).

Candy cries over it but she's a grown up and is going to do what she wants regardless. Her two sweet aunts take her side while her mom pays them no attention.

Later she meets with her producer, a large guy who sits back and looks like a Thanksgiving Day balloon. He sports on of those beards black guys wear that look fake. But I have to say, they were grooving. What she sang of her song was hot.

And then there were three. Kim, you in danger gurl. On their separate ways to the restaurant NeNe talks about confrontation and Sheree, about Kim's been talking behind the everybody's back. But it starts off well enough, with a little laughter as Kim brings out a bike helmet, she says, to ward off the blows.

But these ladies ain't having no mood lightening. No-no-no. NeNe's not having it. She heard you been talking bout her husband Greg being a broke ass you know what. Sheree says she told her that NeNe's house was rented and that Sheree put it on the internet. Everybody's called a fucking liar. Voices are raised and people in the restaurant start standing up to see who's messing with their digestion. Kim's called trailer trash and with that she gives a last "fuck you," turns on her high heels and stomps out.

After all that, NeNe softens and confesses she kinda believes Kim. Ha. As Kim gets near the restaurant exit, Sheree decides she needs an ass kicking, grabs her coat and bag and takes off. The hour ends with the beginning of what looks like a street fight as Sheree shouts at Kim and grabs her hair.

What is it with these women and their loud, vulgar and very public scenes? We're used to all the housewives trading loyalties every other day like eighth graders, but this is different. It might be over for me if they really come to blows. That's just stupid, childish and really beneath them. It’s (and I really hate using this word but) it’s ghetto.

Oh, who am I kidding. I still get a little thrill at it all. But really, isn't there an in-between? You don't have to be ladies, ladies, but you also don't have to be street brawlers.

SexyChattyCatty is a regular contributor at CrabbyGolightly.com where she writes frequently on TV, America's favorite snack food.

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August 07, 2009

POURING HER HEART OUT

Dear Diary, Where's My Meds? Love, Paula Abdul

WELL, IT'S OVER. THAT WAS THE LONGEST LUCKIEST STREAK ON TV.

My 15 minutes lasted eight years! Andy Warhol never met a shiny, slurry-mouthed star like me before he coined that little phrase.

So, I spilled my secret. I told the world that I was washing my hands of American Idol. Those sharks aren't going to make me -- the only judge with an actual singing career -- sweat over a contract.

Plus, they totally dissed my demand to sing on every episode and have the Idol theme changed to my hit single Dance Like There's No Tomorrow. I was even willing to change my lyrics to Sing Like There's No Tomorrow, but the producers refused to deal. Piss off to them I say.

That's okay, I'll be dancing to a different tune in no time! I've got to keep my head held high!

Oh, when does the pharmacy open in the morning? I need my patch!

I can't believe that "milquetoast" phony Ryan Secrest tripled his salary and the producers offered me a paltry 30 percent raise! I had hit albums before plastic boy was even born. Who do they think they're dissing?

Goes to show me that kindness doesn't pay. I should have just come out and told Adam Lambert that his eyeshadow was competing with him on the stage. Haven't heard much in the news about him lately, have we?

I'll miss Simon and his musky smell ever so close to me. He understood better than anyone my secret language of love. I want him to miss me. I want him to announce to the world that he wants me. I know leaving is a crazy way to play hard to get but I'm a crazy lady!

The upside is that I won't have to hear Randy uttering "dawg" 18 times a night anymore. Kara will have to put up with that drooling. Too bad her song got dropped from the summer tour! First time it happened in Idol history. It's laughable to think that she can take my place! Her first year didn't go too well, and her second will go worse.

I truly believe that American Idol will be nothing without me and all my fans will stop watching the show and all the contestants will never know what it's like to have a loving judge on the panel.

Oh, wait and see what the fans do to them next season! You wait and see!

Nicki R. is a Southern girl living in the big city of Chicago. She loves quiet evenings a home watching horror films with her dogs Jezebelle and Zombie. Check out her blog, Hey, Look Behind You!

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August 06, 2009

RAPT

5 YouTube Videos That Shrunk The World

I USED TO THINK THAT YOUTUBE was all trash and bullshit, a world stage for narcissists.

Then I indulged myself and discovered it was only mostly composed of trash and bullshit, albeit lots of it smelly fun.

Yet, between the cat videos and the cute babies, the wannabe rock stars and the punk'd victims, there have been a handful of videos that have provoked a collective -- and universal -- response of surprise and joy, amusement or horror. Here's five videos that shrunk the world.

1. NEDA DYING BEFORE THE CAMERA

W ATCHING NEDA AGHA-SOLTAN die, above, before my eyes rattles my entire body; it leaves me speechless and in total despair. The Iranian woman was shot during a street protest in Iran in June following what many Iranians believed was a fixed election. She looks to her right as blood trickles down her stunning young face. There is frenzied yelling in the background. The video gripped the entire world, spilling Iran's bloody struggle for independence into our living rooms.


2. JK WEDDING ENTRANCE


POSTED LESS THAN A MONTH AGO, this video of a wedding party twerkin' it down the aisle has already reached nearly 17 million views. Whodathunkit from a group of goofy-looking Minnesotans? But the pure joy of that first dance kept viewers coming and coming. The couple never expected their choreographed free-for-all to catch fire; their only intention was to let distance relatives see the show. Now Jill and Kevin have now asked viewers to donate to the Sheila Wellstone Institute, a domestic violence prevention agency; It was a Chris Brown's performance that sent them swaying down the aisle.

3.SUSAN BOYLE -- BRITAIN'S GOT TALENT


OH, SUSAN BOYLE, YOU SAUCY WENCH YOU! Simon Scowl's frigid reaction to this Scottish lass' immediate charm was in no way atypical, as the man certainly has a corncob (or the British equivalent of such) lodged firmly up his ass. I like to think that the audience had more hope for Susan as she took to the stage. Her "I know something you don't know" smirk before her song, the voice, the crowd, Susan's little march, the verdict, ah! Gets me err'time! And at nearly 78 million views on YouTube alone, it got everyone else, too.


4.CHRIS CROCKER'S LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!


CHRIS CROCKER'S INFAMOUS "Leave Britney Alone" video has, to date, gotten 26,484, 695 views. What totally sucks is that I bet less than half of the viewers actually listened to his goofy ass. I listened, and that shit is poignant.

Is it little crazy that he get so upset about a woman he doesn't know? Sure. But he does has the bronzed and glittering balls to finally take an emotional strike on America's bullshit media machine. "When is it professional to publicly bash someone who's going through a hard time?" Word up, Chris. Mothafuckin' word UP.


5.RANDY PAUSCH'S LAST LECTURE


I WON'T TELL YOU ABOUT RANDY PAUSCH'S life or his death. I certainly won't tell you about his bestselling inspirational book The Last Lecture. I'm sure you know about it already.

What I will tell you about is the last 10 minutes of his real "last lecture." One of the most important messages in the final stretch of his talk is: "Focus on others, not on yourself."

With this declaration, Pausch takes attention off himself, sings to his wife, and presents her with a cake n' candle. At the end, he breaks it to the audience that his speech "Achieving Your Childhood Dreams" was not for them; it was for his kids. Lump-in-my-throat. Thanks Randy, thanks YouTube, for another wonderful evening together.

Sophia Ulmer is a creative writing major at Columbia College in Chicago. When she's not writing for CrabbyGolightly, she's stirring things up at her cooking blog, feckinfranchtoast.blogspot.com

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August 05, 2009

REALITY CLOSES IN

Home Sweet Hollywood Ends Season With Dose Of Reality

THE NANNY FOR STELLA AND LIAM ARE LEAVING. But the question remains -- is Candy coming?

Dean's still worried about the situation. He says Tori will always hold out hope that the relationship between her and her mom will someday be healed. And usually it's the kids that help that happen. If only Candy will come to see them.

Rain threatens baby Stella's outdoor party. And a grand affair it is, filled with dogs, horses, bugs and goats, dancing fairies, a photo booth, a bouncy house, face painters, cupcakes galore and a giant ladybug cake.

It seems as though it's happening at someone else's enormous house with a backyard the size of a small park. Tori can't believe the birthday girl is cranky. Most one-year-olds are cranky at big occasions, Tori, it's their nature, she'll be fine. Even Dean's cranky. The baby needed a bottle, maybe he does too.

Then, an appearance by awesome 80's designer Nolan Miller, who looks to be about 80 now. I've read that he designed Tori's Halloween costumes but he's best known as the created of the huge-shoulder, fur clad, ultra-rich look for the TV show Dynasty."

Meanwhile Tori runs around asking everyone if they think her mom will show. She's on pins and needles, this one. So stressed out she's stressing me. It's 10:20 and still no Candy.

At 10:22 and Tori hears, "Hello, Candy." But it's the wrong Candy, just a sister of a friend. The party's over, the gays are cursing Candy and Tori’s trying to keep a stiff upper lip. At least it didn't rain.

The party was a little much for Dean, after all he's from much humbler beginnings. And Tori laments Candy's no show so Dean becomes a bit of a dick and tells her he told her so.

Earlier in the show he said he cut his own father off and urges her to do the same. But, as she says, it’s her mooooooooom. She finds comfort in a hug and words of encouragement from Dean’s sister.

At 10:27 there’s a short quiz.

1. Would it be wonderful if Tori and Candy meet and bury the hatchet finally?

Or

2. Should Candy meet the kids privately, no cameras in tow?

At 10:35 Candy emails Tori how excited she was to be invited and how she was planning her outfit. Then she says circumstances prevented her from coming -- meaning the cameras.

So in lieu of a touching scene between Tori and Candy we're treated to Tori and Dean saying goodbye to their beloved Patsy. Everybody cries. Then the couple talk about how Dean feels protective of Tori; that's why he's harsh when discussing the Candy situation. How he lost his mom and would give anything to have her back and Candy gives Tori nothing but hurt, again and again. And it bugs him since he’s been down that road with his dad.

Tori decides to either accept her mom or cut the cord. Then reminisces that things haven't always been bad between them.

Since Candy emailed, Tori feels the ball is in her court. She wants her mom in her kids' lives and and she chooses to deal with it privately. I think I just saw 36-year-old Tori grow up.

At 10:52 the quiz results are in! Sixty percent of voters chose option No. 2. Private wins!

Cut to end with music video of the entire family. Are Tori and Dean really singing? It’s so bad the answer has got to be yes.

SexyChattyCatty is a regular contributor at CrabbyGolightly.com where she writes frequently on TV, America's favorite snack food.

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CONSPIRACY THEORY ALERT

Did Producers Take Revenge Against Paula For Pointing Fingers After Crazy Fan Killed Self?

SHE'S INSATIABLE

And For Her Next Trick: Megan Eats Her Dates In Upcoming Campy Horror Flick

ARE YOU SICK OF MEGAN FOX YET?

No, of course not! To all the men who drolled over her in Transformers, prepare yourself for her latest role in Diablo Cody's Jennifer's Body.

Fox plays a sexy, possessed cheerleader that begins to feed off of the boys in her high school -- first seducing them to get close, and then eating them. Fox says she's worked closely to show off her filthly side in the film. Huh, you mean there's more?

"You better put on your sexy shoes for this movie,'' Foxy said at last month's ComicCon. "There's a relationship that happens, between my character and Amanda's character. There's a hint of a Lesbian relationship that happens. There's a girl on girl kiss. I feel like it's an homage to that, but also we poke fun at how common that is in horror movies."

Surely the casting of (pre-nose jobbed?) Megan Fox should fill a few seats at the theaters.

And if Megan's mere presence isn't enough to get you there, keep this in mind: a nude Megan Fox wears only pasties in one scene, and there's a lusty, girl-on-girl kiss between Megan and co-star Amanda Seyfried.

The movie sounds like mashup of Heathers and Lost Boys, but has a near naked Megan Fox showing off her amazing acting chops.

Okay, who are we kidding: this movie doesn't look like it's taking home Oscar like Cody's Juno, but it has Megan Fox as the star!

You have to wonder if an unknown actress playing a maneater would be getting the advanced buzz that the movie is getting, even if it is Cody's Academy Award encore.

Megan's Body um, I mean Jennifer's Body hits theaters September 18th. As a horror fan, I can't wait to see it, even though I fear being cast under a spell. Damn you Megan Fox and your charming magic over people.

Nicki R. is a Southern girl living in the big city of Chicago. She loves quiet evenings a home watching horror films with her dogs Jezebelle and Zombie. Check out her blog, Hey, Look Behind You!

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August 04, 2009

AN EYEWITNESS ACCOUNT

Megan Fox Gets Career Advice From A Bonafide Star

HURTS SO GOOD

Seth Rogen Recounts His Golden Moment Getting Blown Off By Megan Fox

NOSES SUPPOSES

The "Bump" On Megan Fox's Road To Stardom Has Been Removed

WHAT IS IT ABOUT THE NOSE THAT INFLUENCES THE FATE OF STAR POWER?

Why do ordinary humans transform into screen beauties with the help of a surgeon's scalpel?

The list of starlets and movie stars whose careers catapulted after their rhinoplasty is long and impressive.

Angelina Jolie, Demi Moore, Beyonce, Gwyneth Paltrow, Madonna, Marilyn Monroe, Salma Hayek, Winona Ryder, Halle Berry, Winona Ryder, Tyra Banks -- even Kate Moss who was positively fugly as a teenager.

Megan Fox is just the latest superstarlet to advance her career with the help of rhinoplasty.

Once, she had a bump on her nose's bridge. Then -- poof! -- in a snap it disappeared. And just like magic, shortly afterward her star jettisoned to higher altitudes. Just once I'd like to see the names of plastic surgeons' attached to the famous faces they've sculpted.

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REIGNING QUEEN OF THE RED CARPET

Megan Foxy's Knock-Out Performances On The Red Carpet

SHE MAY BE YOUNG AND DUMB, but there is one place where Fox undisputably dominates: The Red Carpet.

It's not only because of her body's delicious terrain, but a keen aesthetic that leads her choose gowns which figuratively shoot flames off her flesh.

Then again, she'd probably dazzle in a potato sack. Yep, that's what I want to see: Fox in a potato sack. And now that I've said it, I'm sure some clever, cutting-edge magazine editor will steal the idea.

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MEGAN'S HORRORSCOPE

Hot But Stupid? Blame It On Her Stars: Megan Fox's Astrological Chart

IN OUR QUEST FOR ALL THINGS MEGAN, WE TURNED TO THE STARS TO DIVINE A LOOK THAT'S MORE THAN SKIN DEEP.

We used the free services of Alabe.com, and we skipped over the lumbering planets to focus on her chart's 'personal' aspects. Full out Megan Fox obsessives can order a 30-page analysis of her birth chart for $25, but for our purposes this insta-analysis will do nicely. Here goes:

LEO RISING

You love to be the center of attention and you want to appear strong, confident and dominant. You are very proud of yourself, sometimes quite vain even. When all around you are bedraggled and falling apart, you look like a million bucks! Very dignified and honorable, you enjoy the power and privilege, but not the responsibilities, that come with leadership. You are very idealistic but can also be quite stubborn. Others impress you only if they have integrity (but wealth, power and influence can also turn your head). You prefer rich, elegant surroundings and possessions, and will try to acquire them as your budget allows. Physically, you are very impressive - - at your best you have a regal, charismatic demeanor and bearing. Try not to be such a showoff!

SUN IN TAURUS

You are known for being patient, slow moving and careful -- you love to prolong and savor enjoyable times. You appreciate and need comfort, ease and warm surroundings. Be careful of a tendency to become placid and self-satisfied and to overeat (especially sweets). You require strenuous situations in order to grow and mature properly, even though you try to avoid them. Affectionate, even-tempered and slow to anger -- when you do become emotionally upset, you are also slow to forgive and time must pass before your calm returns. You demand real results from any situation -- abstractions are very difficult for you to comprehend. Very artistic, your hands love to mold and shape things. You portray an earthy, physical sexiness that others find quite seductive.

MOON IN LEO

You always want to be proud of yourself and will never do anything that will make yourself look bad. You need the respect and admiration of others and enjoy attracting attention to yourself. Everything you do tends to be self-emphasized and self-exaggerated. Very stubborn, willful and independent yourself, be sure to allow others who are close to you the similar right to "be themselves." Your need for love, affection and reassurance, and your tendency toward vanity, allow you to have your head easily turned by flattery. The more insecure you are, the more you tend to be a showoff. You love games and sports as a matter of fact, you would usually rather play than work. Be careful of a tendency to be snobbish and uppity -- it does not become you.

MERCURY IN TAURUS

This is proof that she's not the smartest bulb.

"A slow and careful thinker, you like to present ideas visually and concretely. Abstractions are quite difficult for you to understand. For you, everything must be practical and useful in order to merit your attention. You are a perfectionist -- you enjoy being skillful enough to handle the dexterity required of fine craftsmanship. Cautious and conservative in your thinking, you are very slow to change your opinions. You are more apt to respond to an appeal to your feelings than to an appeal to logic or reason. "

VENUS IN GEMINI

You are friendly, warm, open and tolerant toward others. You love variety in relationships, indeed you may even prefer to maintain more than one relationship at a time! Very witty and humorous, you have the ability to amuse and please others. This makes you quite popular. You love to play the field and thus find it difficult to settle down and make any deep emotional commitments. Your innate charm and vivacity makes you welcome most everywhere you go.

MARS IN CAPRICORN

Extremely ambitious, you are willing to work very hard to reach the goals you have set for yourself. Very practical, cautious and conservative, you demand tangible results for your efforts. You need to excel in whatever you do, and you have the required sense of responsibility, dedication and self-discipline to bring it about. Beware of your tendency to judge others only by their degree of status and prestige, or by how well they will be able to advance you in your climb to the top.

So there you have it! Sounds pretty accurate to me! Of course, we could all just be projecting her ego and foolishness.

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MEGAN FOX EXTRA: MOUTH WIDE OPEN

Megan Fox's 10 Most Fearsome Quotes

STICKING UP FOR MEGAN, SORT OF

Fight The Power! Protesting The Boy Blackout Of Sultry Megan Fox

SIMON'S DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

Will Simon's Secret Love For Paula Save Her Contract Negotiations?

TOGETHER THEY ARE THE SUGAR AND SPICE THAT MAKE American Idol tasty.

Sure, viewers like seeing the kiddies morph before their eyes in an effort to become superstars. But another big lure is the sexual tension between the mother figure Paula Abdul and the father figure Simon Cowell that keeps America guessing.

"We do fancy each other," Simon has reportedly slipped. The two have even confessed to sleeping together" but neither will say if they lit their fires.

On the hitmaker TV show, the two bicker, poke fun at each other and flirt like kids on the school playground.

"Paula's frustrating, she's annoying and I can't understand half of what she's talking about,'' Simon told TV Guide in April. "But there's incredible comfort between us. I think we're possibly secretly in love with each other."

So as Paula and Idol producers standoff in contract negotiations, is Simon prepared to go to the wall to keep his flame around?

"She'll be on the show,'' Simon says. "I don't get a lot of say. I've just made it clear that I want Paula on the show."

And what will happen to their love if Paula's contract isn't renewed? Will those smoldering flashes of love disappear from screen? Frankly, we can't see the boyish Kara Dioguardi as a satisfying substitute for Simon's alpha energy.

We are keeping our fingers crossed that the two get drunk, fall into bed and Simon declares his undying love -- even as he rolls his eyes at Paula's jibberish and Paula fingers his hair while she gently tells him he's a jackass.

Seriously producers, do you think this chemistry will work without Paula?

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HEARTBREAK SELLS

Tabloid Trash Talk

Heartbreak, Betrayal, Deception -- Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Jessica Simpson's Breakup

UH-OH, OK! GAWKER CAUGHT YOU!

This week's OK! cover of a svelte Jessica Simpson jogging off the 224 pounds of football player she's been desperately clinging to for months is apparently a con job!

The cover snap is actually a photo from 2007 and the "before" photo is from earlier this year!

Shame on you OK for holding Jessica Simpson up to…her…own standards? I mean it's obviously a ploy to sell more magazines, but hey, this is what Jessica Simpson has looked liked and could look like again.

She's famous for that look in the purple T-shirt and it's just bad for the morale of the country when Jess packs on the pounds.

So I'm glad to hear, as OK reports, she has cleared out her fridge and started working out again. Get back into fighting shape and totally turn this into your "Britney Moment!"

You know, that's when your life falls apart all over the tabloid covers and then you miraculously pull yourself up by your Jimmy Choo straps and start smelling like a daisy.

Jess should probably see it as thinspiration then that both of her ex-boyfriends are dating girls who are practically younger versions of herself.

InTouch reports that Nick Lachey has been spotted with a woman who resembles Jess, in so much as she is a bottle blond and carries a large handbag. Nick took his mystery date to a Sherman Oaks, Calif., restaurant where he used to go with his more recent ex -- Vanessa Minnillo.

Us Magazine blows the lid off of Tony Romo's "other woman," a younger, thinner, more tanned version of Jessica. She's the daughter of Eastern Illinois University's Athletic Director, long time friends of the Romo family.

According to the sources for this story Tony had been texting and flirting (flixting?) with Natalie Smith for months before he broke it off with Simpson.

Now that the Dallas Cowboy is a free man the twosome have been sneaking around, trying to stay under the media radar but it’s not really working. Once you’ve dated a celebrity of Jessica Simpson’s caliber you are doomed to a hell of eternal coverage. Any time she gets together or breaks up with another man your picture is going to be thrown in with the rest of her exes. Or you’re going to be out somewhere and you’ll wind up with your picture on Page Six just so they have an excuse to use the phrase “Jessica Simpons’ ex.” Sorry buddy.

Us has a little side bar about how Jess' renewed contact with former beau John Mayer was the excuse Tony used to break up with her. But no one is claiming (yet) that these two are getting back together.

The National Enquirer is running a story that fat’s not the only thing she’s cutting out of her life. She’s reportedly going on a six month man diet. No men for half a year. I don’t think she’ll be able to do it. What’s she going to do, record a new album? Dear God please let her start dating again.

She wants to give herself some time to focus on “inner growth” says the magazine. Hrm, that might mean Kabbalah. But she could go Gospel on us. Either way the magazine’s sources predict that it’s only a matter of time before all of this introspection leads Jess to meet Mr. Right. Because it’s not a period of meaningful thought unless you find a guy at the end of it.

Vegas is a gambler who always loses money on craps. She spends her time in Chicago with her husband, two cats and various artistic endeavors taking up way too much space in her house and hard drive. Visit her blog at jensaysanything.blogspot.com.

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August 02, 2009