Just in case you were curious, Jane Fonda tells The Sun, “At 74, I have never had such a fulfilling sex life.” To be fair, though, have you seen Jane Fonda lately? Even I would hit that. More power to you, girl.
In Christopher Anderson’s, who has written noted biographies about Michael Jackson and Princess Diana, new unofficial biography, MICK: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger, he drudges up the long-held claim that Mick Jagger and David Bowie were hooking up with each other in the 70s, furthering the rumor by saying they were “really sexually obsessed with each other.” You mean to tell me that two men known for their glamour, love of sequins and rhinestones, and admitted bisexuality have possibly fooled around? Any other glaring signs I should know about (besides their 80s cover of “Dancing in the Street”)?
Nicki Minaj allegedly demanded the grass outside her dressing room at a Scottish music festival be cut shorter, reportedly “[stropping], pouting and pointing” about while asking for someone who could cut it. A fellow performer at the festival, Frank Turner, tweeted: “You can (I suppose) be a d**k to your own crew, you’re paying them. But everyone else? Not to mention the people out front. Ugh. […] To clarify: Nicki Minaj has been a selfish s***head to all the hard-working crew backstage… Pathetic. F**k off.” You may be able to get away with this shit if you’re, say, Barbra Streisand, but when you’ve really only been known to the mainstream for two years… I think she should focus on not cutting her career short with her absurd behavior rather than a patch of grass.
Pauline Potter, officially the fattest woman in the world at 728 pounds, according to the Guiness Book of World Records, a record she accepted in the hopes the public shame would convince her to lose weight. That didn’t work out so well, as Pauline—who eats 10,000+ calories a day and whose legs weigh more than 140 pounds each (EACH)—kept consuming typical meals of “four bowls of cereal for breakfast, half a box of cookies and a bag of crisps with cheese as a mid-morning snack, a Big Mac with chicken nuggets and fries [for lunch], then three portions of spaghetti Bolognese for dinner, followed by a pint of ice cream.” But Pauline found renewed hope when she reignited with her ex-husband of three years, Alex, and they began actively having sex, which she claims can happen as frequently as seven times per day burns up to 500 calories a session. Alex says it’s “hard to position her and find her pleasure spots as she has a lot of fat in the pelvic area. But it turns me on knowing she’s satisfied. Although once, when she got on top, I couldn’t breathe.” Not since Paris and Helena have I heard such a story of passion and romance. But seriously, when sex is becoming a death-by-suffocation hazard, it’s really time to reevaluate your life.