Last night on The Bachelorette, Ali visited the hometowns of her final four contenders. While all the parents were welcoming, there was one parent that stood out. Yee-haw, who'd have guessed it was the father with a full taxidermy collection!?

Jenny Rosenstrach, a 39-year-old former Real Simple editor (of course), has written down everything she's eaten for dinner in the past twelve years. Even on 9/11! Why? No reason, really. Just mania. Naturally, the New York Times loves her.

French non-Muslim people are very scared of Muslims: France's lower house of parliament has "overwhelmingly" approved a ban on face-covering veils that only 1,900 French Muslim women wear anyway. The French simply do not care for clothing-related civil liberties.

Al Pacino's first commercial ever (filmed in the West Village) is for an Australian coffee brand. Pacino says he needs his daily brew and "my scripts have coffee stains on them." Being jittery and spilly isn't a great endorsement, Al.

After soundly beating the Nightly News team in a friendly softball game, the Today Show hosts rub it in a bit more by calling it a "journalism spanking" and mocking Brian Williams's attempt at embarrassing them.

A New York Supreme Court justice blocked Facebook from transferring any assets, so a wood pellet distributor from Wellsville, New York can press his case that he's the real inventor of the social network. This is crazy on many levels.

Yesterday on The View, Whoopi Goldberg defended Mel Gibson and said, "He's not a racist." (Video here.) Today, Goldberg continued to make her unlikely case, this time going after Gibson's ex Oksana Grigorieva and implying she's a golddigger. Video inside.

Not officially anyway. Officially they'd like to stick to financial issues and will even praise Massachusetts' recent strike-down of DOMA because it promotes states rights. There are even some gay Teabaggers in Miami! You think you know someone, huh? [WaPo]

RJ wants to have sex with the new girl. Problem: she's a member of Purity Club. After RJ's buddy tells him about rainbow parties—a ritualistic orgy in which everything but intercourse is A-OK with Jesus—he joins the club.

Well. Last night was quite a doozy of an episode, was it not? Complete with hair-pulling and heel-breaking and police lights flashing blue and lonely outside the high-class North Jersey Country Club. Let's sift through the wreckage.

A "stripper Legion of Doom" comprising four Tiger Woods mistresses and two Jesse James mistresses will attend Rosemont, Illinois' Exxxtacy 2010. Sounds like a good place to go on a date with your monogamous significant other. [ChicagoTribune, image via]

Magazines are finally being allowed to bask in some momentary good news! Ad pages are up. Magazine failures are down. Is the Great Magazine Die-Off really over? Yes—this edition of it.

It's over: Harry Reid has the votes for financial reform, final passage could come Thursday.

The times have changed, the gadgets are more modern, there's love in the air, yet Fred still wears an ascot. In its 11th incarnation not much has changed for the lovable band of super sleuths on Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated.

Gawker.TV Trivia, a daily question & answer game that tests your knowledge of television—past and present. Do you think that you've got it? Check out the answer to today's question, inside.

During yesterday's presidential oil spill commission hearing, Louisiana crawfisher Drew Landry, who helps "pay the bills" by working in oil fields, entertained panel members with a beautiful folk song he wrote about workin' hard. The commission's plutocrats were reportedly amused.

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The third prong of Mel Gibson's phone-recorded self-immolation has arrived. A phone call in which he uses the word "wetback"—as well as calls Oksana Grigorieva a "cunt," "bitch," "whore," and every other abusive epithet in the books—has surfaced.

It might be bad enough to have all your possessions saran wrapped, but that in conjunction with balloons and water cups really push this prank over the edge.

Yes, bedbugs are annoying little fuckers. They give you little bites, and make you wash all your clothes and maybe throw out your old couch. If they force a temporary shutdown of Hollister, that's fine. But they're god's creatures too.