The thing with prostitutes is that you don’t pay them for the sex, hell, Hugh Grant could have found a dozen women to have sex with him. What he was paying for was having sex without having to spend a lot of time talking about his feelings. It’s not the sex that’s worth the money. It’s the going away immediately afterwards.
My friend once got kicked out of a hot tub by Jeremy Piven, once again affirming that he’s a douche.
And Dave Barry, though I find him funny, is also forever tarnished in my mind because of the fact that he cheated on his wife while covering the Lillehammer Winter Olympics.
More dressing room freakshows: In the early 1980s, I was part of a drama group that got a backstage tour of a particularly historic theater in Buffalo, NY. At the time, the most recent show that the theater hosted was “the King & I” starring Yul Brenner. We got to see the dressing room, which was still decorated as per Mr. Brenner’s contract – every single feature had to be painted the exact same shade of chocolate brown - walls, ceilings, floors, doors, window frames, curtains, furniture, rugs, EVERYTHING had to be chocolate brown. Furthermore, the theater’s elevator was off limits to everyone except three people - Brenner, his wife and his girlfriend. (Yes, that was specified in the contract!)
I’ve mentioned this story in a few threads before, but I had an unpleasant experience “meeting” the supposedly spiritual Deepak Chopra. I worked at a Barnes & Noble in NYC’s Upper West Side where he came in. I did not personally wait on him, but was right there to witness him browbeat a sales-clerk, call him a ‘minimum wage stooge’ and rail furiously because the store did not have a book by some obscure 16th century swami. But the creepiest aspect was who he with him - Demi Moore! She acted like a puppy dog who’d been kicked around too many times the way she doted on him.
And I’ve never been able to see a Troy McClure film the same way after the story about him in the aquarium…
I’m actually a little surprised to hear that. Many years ago, probably in the late '80s, Susan Lucci was a patient in the office where my mom worked as a nurse. Mom always had nothing but good things to say about her. (Not questioning you, Elza B, I’m just surprised.)
IIRC, Whoopie got pregnant at either 16 or 18, and her daughter did the same- so she was a grandma in her early or mid-30’s.
Ick, kind of.
Well then! According to a few sources I’ve heard, as well as an interesting documentary I saw a bit of one night, the good chairman didn’t like to brush his teeth (aside from gargling with green tea), or bathe—on that last note, he supposedly said “my genitals are washed inside the bodies of my women,” on advice from his doctor that he should wash, er, himself to help with his VD.
On the other hand, he did go swimming quite a bit…maybe he just smelled like chlorine.
Makes me think of that incident a few months ago (last year?) at Heathrow Airport, when there was a tussle with security. His bodyguard picked up one British Airways rep and threw her into a duty-free shop. I know the rep’s uncle, who lives here in Thailand.
An excellent read is The Private Life of Chairman Mao, by his former personal physician, Zhisui Li. Has all of that and more.
:eek: :eek: :eek: Cite?
Please dish.
I heard he sleeps with the fishes…
I once read an interview with Bijou Phillips. This was back when she was mostly known as a singer rather than an actress. She told this story about how she once took a female groupie home after a concert. They had sex but later on Phillips wanted to do it again and the other girl didn’t. So Phillips said she forced the girl to have sex with her. I remember at the time thinking that she was basically confessing to committing rape.
I’m also creeped out by any man who breaks up with his wife or girlfriend while she’s pregnant with their child. Among celebrities this list would include Stephen Bing, Billy Crudup, Lloyd Eisler, Kevin Federline, Jesse James, and Eddie Murphy. Real classy, guys. “Gee, honey, I don’t see this relationship heading in a positive direction. So good-bye and good luck with the whole raising my child thing.”
I’ve heard this too, but have never been able to dig up a cite or find an article or quote.
Speaking of Val Kilmer, his wife walked out on him when she was pregnant with their second child. (Bing was a particular asshole, claiming the child belonged to Matthew Perry [famous ironically for playing Chandler Bing] and demanding a DNA test- I think Elizabeth Hurley was the first woman in history to sue a billionaire to prevent him from paying child support [she wanted sole custody and for him to have no parental rights to the child he’d denied]).
Since Mao has opened the floor to Asian political figures, I can’t watch a documentary on or read about Gandhi without thinking of his “tempt me tempt me” enema girls.
I find her to be as hot as any other woman out there. Plus, her accent is adorable. That Bing guy can eat a turd.
It was an interview in the November 1999 issue of Penthouse magazine.
I’m very VERY glad my wife doesn’t use sex as a weapon of leverage in our relationship. I’ve seen it done, and realize it takes two to tango (or NOT tango, as the case may be)
I’m not defending him, just recognizing that after a long dry spell of vicious not-gettin’-some, somebody might wander.
Now, if he’d submitted a recipt for his expense report…
OneCent Stamp: way back there, in your post (#186 in this thread), you provided a link to a site that’s note “workplace safe.” You did identify it as such, and we appreciate that, however we don’t want anyone getting into trouble inadvertently. It’s all too easy to click on a link without meaning to. Hence, I have disabled the link but left the URL. We’re not into censorship, anyone who wants to see it can do so, but we’re preventing any accidental clicks.
No biggie, no sweat.
For those interested, the formal policy is found at Rules for Posting on the SDMB in Post #9.
[paraphrasing]
Mobster 1: Troy McClure? You told me he was dead!
Mobster 2: Nah, I said he sleeps with the fishes.
Mobster 1: Yeah, and?
Mobster 2: [whispers something]
Mobster 1: Aw, that’s disgusting!