Which male celebrity has the best looking feet? I asked a bunch of foot fetishists and here’s the list they came up with. Stay tuned for the list of ugliest celebrity feet. I swear, you’ll take a look at some of those stubs and yell, “Feets, don’t fail me now!” Herewith are the top ten celebrity feet (Male Division).
In the You Couldn’t Make This Up Department: Paper doll cutouts of your favorite True Blood characters!! They’re releasing a new character every week until the end of Season Two. I can see all the tweets now: “I went home with Alexander Skarsgard and all I got was this lousy paper cut.”
Fuck Mom. I’m running with the scissors.
Click here to see the geniuses behind the fanged dolls.
And just in case you have no idea what to do with them, here’s a video example….
He’s hittin’ for our team but not battin’ on it. Shame. Here he is on Bill Maher and the cover of Parade Magazine talking that whole Agenda thing. You know, the gay one.
“It’s ridiculous that Prop 8 took away gay people’s right to marry! I have no understanding of that kind of hatred. Maybe it’s fear of difference or of the unknown. If you feel belittled, maybe you need someone else to belittle to feel powerful. It’s the only way I know how to explain it. You’ve got religion telling you what to think about homosexuality, about marriage. They say homosexuality is a choice, a lifestyle, something you can be cured of, and that isn’t true. But if you’re tucked away and have no friends who are gay, you’ll believe what the preachers say. Just think of it in terms of being in love–how would you feel if someone told you that you couldn’t be with the person you loved?”
On the right to love:
“Man, I resent people telling others how to live! It drives me mental! Just the other night, I heard this TV reverend say that Angie and I were setting a bad example because we were living out of wedlock, and people should not be duped by us! It made me laugh. What damn right does anyone have to tell someone else how to live if they’re not hurting anyone? How many times do you think real love comes to someone in a lifetime? If you’re lucky, maybe two or three.”
Wide-On noun. A slang term describing female sexual interest or arousal.
Ex: “I’ve never really noticed Josh Duhamel before, but these pictures give me a wide on.”
Last night I was searching desperately for the inspiration for a “Wide-On” feature for today, as I had no suggestions from my viewing audience (hint, hint) and I know everyone must be tired of the same blonde, Aryan types that I favor.
So I called my B.F, who I must add was absolutely no help at all. She prefers short, old, bald men and her two suggestions, Telly Savalas and Ed Asner, were both decidedly un-hot.
As well as dead. I think the girl has daddy issues.
So next I asked her daughter, and she did have two cute choices. They both looked to be around twelve though, so I’ll give those two some time to ripen on the vine a bit. Thankfully one of them was not Robert Patterson (from the movie “Twilight” for the pop culturally challenged), as I find him utterly vacuous looking.
Josh Duhamel was pretty hot to start with, but look what I found (more hot pics!):
It’s destined to be inducted into the Slang Hall of Fame. Here’s the 20-second scene on YouTube. Godric, the most powerful of the True Blood vampires, says it when he grabs a predatory vampire by the throat as she was about to ‘feed’ on a human he likes.
I have now completely worn out the phrase, vehemently whispering it to my friends whenever a cutie walks past us or yelling at the TV when they show the healthcare Town Hall meetings.
“Retract Your Fangs! Mark my words (or technically, Godric’s), you’re going to hear it a lot in the next few months.
Alexander Skarsgard, otherwise known as “Eric Northman” on HBO’s hit series “True Blood,” embodies the dark eroticism and just raw sexuality that the disturbing theme song promises in the open credits. He is everywhere right now, Google his name or any variation and you’ll get millions of hits.
What makes the blonde, blue eyed Swede so magnetic as an improbable character-a thousand year old viking- in yet another cheesy vampire themed show? I have no idea really, but I’m buying into it and so is everyone else I know. Vampires are everywhere right now, from the “Twilight” series of books and movies, to the popularity of authors such as Charlaine Harris (creator of the “True Blood” characters in her “Sookie Stackhouse” series), J.R. Ward (Black Dagger Brotherhood), Sherrilyn Kenyon, Laurel Hamilton, and of course the God Mother of strange sexuality; Anne Rice.
This isn’t new though. Our thirst for the forbidden erotic started with a female demon from the Talmud named Lillith. Purported to be the first wife of Adam, she was portrayed in later scripture as a highly sexualized vampire like creature, a succubus, that came upon men in the night and drained them of their essence. Against their will, of course.
Later, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu and Bram Stoker further branded vampires in the public consciousness as deliverers of the ultimate sexual pleasure. Bringing this imagery to film only heightened the fascination we have for the undead. Ever notice that instead of a wince of pain as Dracula sank his fangs into a neck, that the victim looked transported into orgasmic ecstasy?
Wide-On. noun. A slang term denoting a state of female sexual interest and arousal.
Ex: “Though I prefer rougher trade than this world famous singing quartet, I have to admit they are very pretty to look at.”
I put another hottie on hold this week to feature the phenomenon that is “Il Divo”. My friend, The Peach Tart, mentioned going to see them at the fabulous Fox Theatre this week. I told her if she got backstage to try to get pictures for me. I combed the web looking for naked shots of them, but instead just got caught up in naked pictures of lots of other men.
It happens. Though it happens to me a lot. You look at one, then two, then the next thing you know you’ve spent four hours looking at naked men and your post hasn’t even got a title yet.
Anyway, if anyone has the charm to get backstage it’s her. I’ll take underwear shots, shirtless, shoeless, or whatever she can get. Boy, whoever does their PR must have a team of hundreds checking the web for inappropriate images. I promise you that I could get naked pictures of the Pope before I find one of these guys.
Rapper-Batterer Chris Brown released this video a few hours ago. Was it a sincere attempt to make amends or a calculated attempt to reduce punishment at his sentencing hearing next month?
All things considered, I’d say this video is a good thing. We can’t insist that he apologize, make amends and get help (so that it doesn’t happen again) and then blast him when he seems to have done that. Sometimes it’s hard to make a distinction between a genuine request for forgiveness and an I’ll-do-anything-to-save-my-career move. Most likely, this video does both. Chris Brown needed to do something dramatic for his two core constituents:
A) The judge who’s about to sentence him. Brown needs to show him real contrition or he’ll risk serious punishment.
B) The parents of teenage girls who go to his concert. Brown’s core audience is 13-17 girls. The real money isn’t in CD sales; it’s in concert tickets. But what parent is going to send, let alone drive their daughters to an Ike Turner “How to treat your woman” music festival?
I suppose he’s earned another chance. This video screams, “I’M SORRY.” Still, I can’t help but think the subtext whispers,
Should we whitewash an artist’s black heart so we can party at his funeral?
Michael Jackson’s funeral brings up an age-old question: How do you reconcile an artist’s repugnant private life with his stellar public achievement?
His mark on music is undeniable, but so is his impact on child welfare. Seems like a lot of us would rather deny the man than his music. That’s why you see so much whitewashing in the news–downplaying or omitting his Warp 5 Freak Factor.
The canonization of the King of Pop requires a stop at Rewrite. The fact that he was brought up on charges of child molestation twice is simply an inconvenience we wave away by reminding ourselves he was never convicted.
