Kristen Wiig Says Goodbye to SNL

John Travolta Accuser #2

The NY Daily News tracked down John Travolta accuser #2. Apparently John likes really big guys. This is the accuser who worked at a spa in Atlanta and told his employers what happened and they did nothing. His name is John Truesdale and he also now has retained the services of Gloria Allred so John can probably look forward to a very big payday. A quiet payday, but a large one.

Mark Zuckerberg Gets Married

Pretty big week for Mark Zuckerberg. His company goes public and languishes. He becomes one of the richest people on the planet. His girlfriend graduates from medical school and to celebrate they hold a surprise wedding that people thought was going to be a graduation party. Prenup? They have been dating 9 years and started dating a year before Facebook was created.

Reader Blind Item

Not only do readers send in links, Aeleen sent in this little blurb that I turned into a blind item.

Some co workers went to a _______________ (former A list singer way back in the day. Played keyboard for one of the all time greatest and is still a solid A lister with the Branson, MO crowd) show the other night and after the show they waited to get a signature from them... no luck he waved them off. One of the co workers left a message on his facebook page to let his management or _________ himself know how rude he was and it would of been nice to acknowledge the fans that support his show. How did ________/Management react? by unfriending said co worker and blocking them completely!

Courtney Stodden Modeling Video

I can't believe I have never seen this before. Thanks mooshki for sending this in. I have to warn you that unless you enjoy seeing 17 year old teens dressed as cats and crawling on the floor in almost no clothes and then eating out of a water bowl from their hands and knees then you will probably not enjoy this video. Oh, and the meowing gets old after awhile too. I promise you that after watching this video the first words out of your mouth will be wtf. Stay tuned for when she coughs up a fur ball.

Greatest House Listing Ever

If you know me, you know there is nothing I enjoy more than a great dating profile or some other bravado that some person has written. This is the first time though I have seen that in a house description. This was sent in by a reader who lives in Iowa and it comes from a flyer of a house for sale. Here is a link because the person also made a blog about their house. To appreciate this listing you really have to read it closely and feel the I am better than you way they write. Basically, the bottom line is that they have a price and no matter what is wrong with their house, that is the price you will pay. Notice how the open house is by invitation only. Umm, then how is that open? Even though the electrical wires are almost 100 years old, they will "probably last a few more years," so no price reduction.

An Interview With Dita Von Teese

I'm not sure I have ever read or seen an interview of Dita von Teese before this one. It is like she has always been there and in her outfits and makeup and I never really knew what made her tick. I know I had never read her thoughts on stripping and exploitation and degradation of women. It is a pretty fascinating read. Thanks to Christina for sending it over to me. I'm only printing the first half. To read the rest, go over to rumpus.com who conducted the interview.

The Rumpus: How do you rehearse? How much of what we see onstage is improvised?

Dita von Teese: It depends on the act. Some are very precise and more tightly choreographed than others. Others are not so much apart from hitting certain marks and parts of the song, because the sizes of my stage vary so much that I have to be ready for anything, to work with a new space. Plus with the complexity of most the costumes and the way they come off, there’s got to be a little leeway in the choreography.

Rumpus: One thing people often remark on regarding your work, and the “vintage” burlesque it harkens back to, is that it is so elegant, playful, and even innocent compared to many of today’s forms of titillating dance performance and stripping. Why do you think “adult entertainment” has diverged from the ladylike to this much more overt (perhaps even humorless and literal) and pornified manifestation? Or is it a mistake to even analogize today’s adult entertainment with burlesque?

von Teese: It’s all relative. To relate adult entertainment to burlesque, because that’s what it originally was in the 1930s—titillating entertainment for adults. I don’t romanticize the past much when it comes to this subject, because one could buy hardcore porn, heavy bondage and fetishistic erotica from the time the camera was invented. It’s always been there, and some people have always wanted it; it’s just that nowadays it’s easier to find it. People are people and have always had these urges and fascinations with sexuality and even extreme sex, so I think it would be a mistake to say things are so different now. It’s only different because we are freer to be how we want to be publicly. We also have more access to erotica due to the way technology has changed.

Rumpus: There are ways of moving and posing that many erotic dancers engage in that are hard to imagine you doing. What defines a move—or a pose or gesture—that you won’t do?

von Teese: I respect strippers of all forms, because I wouldn’t be where I am today if I hadn’t wandered into a strip club and wanted to know more about striptease history. I got my start in strip clubs, and I’ve always been able to admire what makes a dancer an individual, whether it’s really raunchy or tame, and at this point I guess I just have my own set of rules for myself and what I think works for me and what doesn’t. It’s not really easy to describe it in a way that is about a specific move or gesture. One thing I would never do is that thing some dancers do when they hold their hand to their ear to get applause from an audience. That’s just about the least chic thing I have ever seen a performer do! In my opinion, elegance has nothing to do with “how much” is shown and far more to do with the way one presents herself. I’ve seen beautiful, highly erotic nearly pornographic shows that are more elegant than some burlesque acts. You can’t equate the degree of nudity or suggestion, it’s all about the overall way it’s done.

My Life With A Shock Jock

This came to me from a long time reader who has access to the blog of this model who describes what it was like dating a fairly well known morning radio personality. Identities later this week. It's really long, but it is Sunday and it is a whole lot more interesting than that Parade Magazine or USA Today Weekend you have in your hand right now.


When you get into TV shows, podcasts, radio, etc. you start to feel like you really know the characters and it becomes a part of your life. This happened to me when my friend got me into a certain radio show. After two weeks of listening 4 hours a day I was hooked, I got all the inside jokes and I knew so much about the personalities it was like they were my friends. 5 years later I was still listening daily, it was my source for news and humor. I added one of the hosts on Facebook and sent him a message telling him how much he has made me laugh over the years. I got a reply back and it was like Christmas. I had booked a job in New York for the following week, so I went out on a limb and said we should hang out. He kindly accepted. It was very exciting.

He picked me up in his car at my hotel and we went to an amazing Italian restaurant in the meat packing district. It was like we had known each other for years. He was exactly how I pictured and we had so much to talk about. We went to an awful club after dinner and got hammered. A guy tried to talk to me when he was in the bathroom, and my shock jock kindly brandished his weapon to ward off the pest. What a gentleman. We went back to his majestic Long Island home after and continued drinking. That morning he went to the store to pick up some things and brought back a card that said “Happy 12 hour anniversary I love you.” He then invited me on a cruise the next year and said I should move from LA to live with him. This was all within 24 hours.

3 months later, after weekly flights from LA to NY, I finally moved myself into his house. It was a dream come true. I was dating a guy who I thought was the funniest man alive, and we had so much fun together. After a few days of being in his house I had found out that while we were “in love” talking on the phone everyday he had flown to Canada to fuck his ex and took a girl to a Paul McCartney concert, all while claiming to me that I was the most perfect girl he’d ever met. Now because I wasn’t living with him at the time, I brushed it off. I was there now and everything was grand.

For a few months I had to deal with him getting texts/calls from ex’s who he claimed were “batshit crazy” but I knew they were just hurt that he had stopped all contact with them for me. I felt like a princess. All of his friends and fans were telling me how awesome and beautiful I was. We had a blast hanging at his house drinking and singing karaoke every night, having parties, and we went on an amazing Caribbean cruise. I had found a modeling agency and I was making more money than I had ever have. I was able to buy my friends plane tickets to stay at his huge house for weekends, I basically had everything I wanted.

I guess where things started going downhill was about 6 months into the relationship. Modeling was turning out to be a mind numbing job and all the fun things we used to do turned into us drinking every night watching awful reality TV shows and complaining about liberals. I was never a heavy drinker but there was a full bar downstairs so I started partaking in the alcohol. I was on Zoloft and birth control pills, both of which are known to kill your libido and turn your brain into a haze of neutrality. We turned into roommates. There was no romance. I missed my friends, going to shows, and being around people my age. I gave that all up because I was in love with this person who I thought was incredible.

In a way I lost my identity living with him. I stopped listening to the music that I liked because he called it “hipster s**t” and I didn’t go to one concert. I didn’t hang out with any of my friends because they were all “hipsters.” I watched so much TV that my brain was turning into mush. I hadn’t owned a television for a few years and now I remember why. I found out his ex from Canada would send him emails full of naked pictures of herself, and he would send her money. I told him this made me uncomfortable but he said he could do what he wanted, it was his life, right? I guess. Everyone in his life envied him and treated him like a king, so he never knew what it was like to be hurt. In his eyes he was an amazing person. When you’re around people who have nothing but great things to say about you I guess that’s what happens? I can’t say entirely bad things about him, because he was nice to people he was close to, he would do anything for his small group of friends and family.

A year into the relationship I was miserable. I had thought it was because of my job or I needed to increase my Zoloft. I was crying a lot for no reason. I missed my LA apartment, I missed my cat and my photos hanging on my wall, I missed my records and having my own room with my own closet. I was in his world and everything revolved around him. I thought this was how my life was going to be for a while. I was totally dependent on him. Financially I was all set, but living in a world where you don’t have to worry about money is a weird place. I had grown up lower-class my whole life and had a job since I was 15. I lost the feeling of being rewarded for hard work. I can remember a specific time when I had no reaction to booking a $15,000 job. The Me**** I knew a few years ago would be jumping up and down freaking out, but not this one. I hadn’t felt like I earned it.

I had become paranoid, so paranoid, because he was hiding stuff from me. Emails, texts, twitter DMs, I knew something was up. He SWORE to me that there was nothing going on. But I found numerous exchanges between girls he didn’t even know, flirting with them, and I got angry. I felt hurt and lied to. This had been going on for a while. He invited girls over when I was out of town but he denied all of it. I was the crazy one, I was the one who just needed to relax. I couldn’t take it anymore, this was not how I wanted to be treated. I deserved so much better. I deserved so much more than a man throwing money at problems hoping they would just disappear because this is what he had known for the past 15 years of his life. I felt like he wasn’t interested in my life. His life was him and his show and his gigantic gun collection.

To say I wasted a year of my life is wrong, because we did have fun, and we were in love. But looking back on the past year I can say that I was living the complete opposite of everything I had known. My ideologies were twisted because his opinion was the only right one. I started to think that everything he said was right. I was immersed in his republican principles and his distorted outlook on social problems. He was a man who had been divorced and thought the world owed him big time because he was in a bad relationship for 10 years. He doesn’t take responsibility for hurting his past girlfriends and throws money at all the conflicts in his life.

The week we decided that maybe us being together wasn’t a good thing, he took a 17 or 18 year old fan girl to a taping of a TV show. She posted photos on her twitter, I saw them and nearly puked. I had talked to him that night and he said he was feeling tired so he wanted to get to bed early and stay at a hotel. Little did I know he was f**king her. I appreciate him trying to shield me from the heartache but it still hurt. He’s a man in his 50s and finds 18 year olds attractive. I just never understood that. He criticized me for having “cellulite” on my ass. Hi, that’s not cellulite, it’s called being a woman in her 20′s. If you can’t look past that and only find younger women that me attractive, then maybe I shouldn’t be in a relationship with you. This girl had been obsessed with him and his show for a while. Wouldn’t you want to date someone compelling who isn’t already obsessed with you? I don’t understand how his brain works. He sends gifts to the “Amazon wish list” of another younger woman. I confronted him and he said “well she’s a fan of the show and she’s cute.” Right, because that makes sense.

It’s now a month after we’ve broken up. I stopped Zoloft and all other pills I was taking for sleep, etc. and I can really say that I’m happier than I’ve been in years. Is it because he is out of my life? Probably, but realizing there are men who would never treat me as badly as he did makes me thankful for going through that shit relationship. I spent all weekend laying in the sun at central park and thought about how happy I was to be back to normal.

Needless to say, I am a huge Howard Stern fan now.