The 32-year-old man who got drunk, wrapped chain around his neck, got into a life raft with a big black box of sand, and floated down the James River is not a terrorist. That much we know.
Despite being home to the sexiest national park (Arches) and the sexiest salt water lake (Great Salt Lake), Utah doesn't want you to think of it as a sexy state. And so, in an attempt to make it easier for police to arrest prostitutes, the state has gone ahead and outlawed acting sexy altogether.
The late, great Elizabeth Taylor lived in many homes over the course of her lifetime, leaving the stuff of romance novels wherever she landed. The Wall Street Journal brings word that Taylor's Bel-Air, Calif., estate, where the actress lived from 1981 until her death, in March, has just been listed for $8.6 million.
Arnold's son discovers the truth. Maria looks for a bachelorette pad. William and Kate get home okay. And Pink gets on a high horse about horses. Saturday gossip is rapture-ready.
Avast, mateys! Another weekend has arrived and, though some brave indies are jumping into the cinema fray with it, most everyone else has gotten out of the way of the big boat captained by Johnny Depp. Probably a wise move.
On today's Oprah Winfrey Show—the last before next week's grand finale—the Queen of Daytime revealed her favorite guest of all time. Taking top honors was Dr. Tererai Trent, who broke free of poverty and abuse in her native Zimbabwe to achieve success. Trent's big dream has been to open a school for girls in her home village. And it was realized today when Winfrey surprised her on the air with a $1.5 million donation.
Kids these days: they don't know how to do school right. They spend two god damn years working on their college admission essays! Then they take some stupid major that will never get them a job! Then they all take five years to finish their four-year degrees! Then they graduate and they're too lazy to work! Not that there are any jobs for them, anyhow. Still, they're way too optimistic about their chances. I knew we should have punished the parents for their kids being so stupid when we had the chance!
During one of Ellen DeGeneres's wacky games on her daytime laffs show today, a contestant was asked "What is the name of the First Lady?" And, yikes, she just couldn't remember it!
Virginia restaurateur Henry Allen Fitzsimmons has hit upon a welfare plan the GOP can get behind: He sought out vulnerable young women who needed help and gave them money for education and childcare. All he asked in return was that they submit to being spanked, by him, on demand.
Have you seen Gigolos? What? You haven't? You really need to check out this Showtime soft-core reality show about a bunch of male prostitutes. It is, simply put, the craziest thing on television.
In your finally Friday media column: America's love affair with political media knows no bounds, Twitter will get reporters fired, Katie Couric leaning towards ABC, Elizabeth Spiers has eyes everywhere, and Kurt Andersen's, um, indie bistro of words.
Earlier this month, an anonymous Twitter user caused an uproar for tweeting rumors that hadn't surfaced in the press previously because of the gag laws—known as "superinjunctions"—that British celebs use to squash embarrassing stories. Now, a professional soccer player—sorry, "footballer," is suing not just every Twitter user who named him, but the entire company. This should be fun.
In a interview this week with Fox News, bespectacled musician Moby talked about all the internet haterz and how they make him feel bad, and he specifically mentioned you, Gawker readers.
