Today we learned that Pippa Middleton is a downright hussy! Alright, maybe not a hussy per se, but she was seen out and about at the same event with two strapping young lads. But like her sister, Pippa will only git wit the bluest of the blue bloods. One commenter knows just how posh and aristorcrat-y a Middleton suitor ought be.
The Virgin Saint and fierce protectress of chastity and virtue, Pamela Anderson, is renting her out home for $20,000 a week. So many things are that amount of money: college tuition, a nice car, my entire salary, half an Olsen sister's purse! Perhaps rent is so insanely high because the home is decorated by the Lady of the Manor herself. Yikes. Or maybe it is due to the crazy rumors flying that Pammy is experiencing some money woes of her own and is fixing to make a buck or two off the home. Whatever the reason, this place ain't cheap.
Former Real Housewife of New York and alcoholic diet potion impresario Bethenny Frankel won't be on TV. Well, she won't be on any more TVs. OK, she still has her Bravo show, but no one wants her on any more. Her talk show got the axe before it could even get started.
A Fox affiliate in Atlanta plans to run a story tonight about a woman claiming she had a 13-year affair with Herman Cain. How do did we learn about this? Herman Cain just popped up on CNN to warn us. A hot scoop for Herman Cain!
When we last checked in on Fox News chief Roger Ailes' campaign to transform his peaceful, adopted rural redoubt of Putnam County, N.Y., into the sort of cesspit of fear and dread that he's more comfortable with, he was publicly pushing, threatening, and mocking the 80-year-old proprietor of a local newspaper that rivals his own vanity papers. Now he's trying to sue the guy out of existence.
We're still monitoring Mitt Romney for the moment in which his bottled-up frustrations rise to an unsustainable level and he explodes, in triumphant fashion. But what would it look like? Well, there'd be body parts to go along with the machine parts laying all over the place, of course, since it would be an explosion. But stories of his previous outbursts offer some clues for what the build-up to the final blast might look like.
Earlier today, our office receptionist got a call from a secretive man demanding my phone number, though he wouldn't say why. (She thought he sounded angry, though perhaps he was just excited.) He settled for my email address, and sent the following message:
As a rule, you'd best avoid peering behind the scenes of your favorite online pastime; you probably won't like what you find. Drill into the backstory of "Mafia Wars" creator Zynga, for example, and you'll find a sweatshop where ruthless managers closely monitor the performance of even cafeteria workers, and where employees are pitted against one another and bullied into emotional breakdowns.
Three asset managers from Bell Asset Managment in Greenwich, Connecticut have won the $254 million Powerball Jackpot.
Breakthrough study in the field of sex-on-the-mind-ology: Men do not think about sex once every seven seconds, researchers at Ohio State University report. They think about sex 19 times a day, which boils down to once every 50 minutes. (Assuming 16 hours of wakefulness and that those horrible recurring nightmares about Great Aunt Ida don't count.) By contrast, women think about sex an average of 10 times a day.
In your mordant Monday media column: NotW readers disappear, newspapers must advertise, Keith Gessen's pale jail tale, the Tribune Co. screws more shareholders, in-house news, and your headline fuckup of the day.
Kansas high school student Emma Sullivan, the teen who tweeted that Kansas Gov. Sam Brownback, a known dork, #blowsalot and proceeded to get in trouble with his social media monitors, will not be writing any apology letters to the governor. Instead, he's written one to her! This is a power play for the ages.
