The Today Show’s opening this morning teased a piece about “the topless model hosting Michelle Obama around Italy,” as if the two are BFFs. And then, at 7:49 — after holding the perverted voyeuristic interested audience for all four quarter-hours — they finally got around to the piece.
The host for the current G8 summit is Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi who, for a number of reasons ranging from pathetic to entertaining, is in the midst of a divorce. So, he needed a hostess for all the wives, or as our U.K. friends call them, WAGs, and picked former Italian showgirl Mara Carfagna, who he appointed to be the country’s equal opportunities minister, to show the WAGs around.
The young lady apparently has modeled in various states of undress. Whoop-de-doo. Others in the political discourse, whether intentional or accidental, have done the same. As long as she does her job well, y’know?
But, ooooh, the word “topless” on morning television. How racy.
You know how people sometimes consume stuff that’s not good for them? Like smoking, Lions season tickets and deep fried Twinkies?
I heard a song that falls into that category this morning: “Bad Girlfriend,” by Theory of a Deadman.” Sample lyric:
“My girlfriend’s a dick magnet /
My girlfriend’s gotta have it .”
If stupid, brain cell-destroying pop thrash is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Enjoy the video:
Oy.
Behold:
Also, remember the new Miss USA wasn’t exactly wearing the union label inside her wedding pageant gown, when she opposed government bailouts of companies. Check out Miss North Carolina, Kristen Dalton, at the 2:20 mark:
She might not want to schedule Detroit on her itinerary in the near future.
I have a theory that I like to run by anti-choicers, which is: if it’s God’s will which ordains that no life, whatever its stage of development, be aborted, is it then not also God’s will for a woman who is unable to conceive to stay that way, and contrary to His will to use artificial means to become pregnant? Though the result might be a bit harsh if an anti-choicer remains consistent, and if it is what it is, and science and medicine shouldn’t mess around with the miracle of life, then, logically, it should cut both ways.
That being said, the schadenfreude on Octomom is becoming scary and unfortunate. There’s all sorts of incompetent and/or psycho parents out there, and in any given neighborhood, there are probably anywhere between zero and 14 kids at risk from the stupidity of their parents. The only difference here is the density of their location and the fact that Octomom (who may well be an Angelina Jolie-ish half bubble off plum) and Octogram can’t seem to stop searching for closure online before these kids’ lives have really even opened.
Let’s just get those kids raised well, in spite of the family.
(Above: Gee, if that’s all it takes to be my doppelganger, I am bumming.)
The Tigers have signed free agent catcher Matt Treanor from the Marlins.
Sweet! Hope the missus takes some time off to visit him in The D. She sits down to chat, with her co-worker:
New dating series, “Momma’s Boys,” on NBC. First, the apostrophe is in the wrong place — plural possessive should be “Mommas’” — but that doesn’t look good enough for TV, people. Secondly, though — stop by to check out the tarts in bikinis, stay for the racist mom from the suburbs of Detroit! Sweet!
^= And look: it’s a Penthouse Pet of the Year as a contestant! And a Playboy Playmate! Quelle surprise!
Be careful when you lean over those candles.
Sarah Palin = Gov. Jesse “The Body” Ventura + Phyllis Schlafly + Don Cherry + pencil skirts
As I write this, Hurricane Norbert is doing great damage to Mexico.
Somewhere, Eddie Murphy cringes, thinking of his own greatly damaging Norbert Norbit, and sheds a tear.
But at least he’s dressed properly — surf’s up! >>
