John Travolta’s Rub And Tug Denials!
- I have always kind of liked John Travolta even though his closet is tiresome and his belief in Scientology is even more so. I think it’s a combination of how well he wore a black tee-shirt in Grease and also the vague recollection I have of reading an interview with him and his wife where they talked about how they have a massive dining room table in their bedroom because of how sexy-times and eating-times are their favorite times, and I was all “I totally support this”. All of that said, the guy is now being accused of inappropriate behavior with some massage-giving men he hired which, I mean, whatever, right? I wish he would just come out and be all “Yeah, I’m gay, yeah I’m married to a woman and we have kids and stuff, and that’s all okay with us, we kind of like it, DEAL WITH IT, NORMS.” But he won’t do that. Instead he spends too much time and money covering it. Just like he does his baldness. [TMZ]
- There is some story circulating about how, according to a former bodyguard, Michael Jackson ordered a hit on his brother Randy. Ha ha, it is probably true. I mean, lord knows I’ve gotten drunk and called a pox down upon my own siblings when they have pissed me off. Though I mean, I fully recognize that calling down a medieval plague is vaguely different than paying another human to take the life of a blood relation. Gooood times. [Herald Sun]
- Snooki, the tannest of all of the elves, is loudly braying to various media outlets about how she’ll surprise everyone with her parenting skills. Given that we have set the parenting bar for Snooki as low as to “successfully manage not to let said infant die,” this news is unremarkable. Jersey for life. [NYDN]