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The American Red Cross has fired its leader, Mark W. Everson, after just six months on the job for having a sexual relationship with a subordinate.
The married father of two — who was the Commissioner of the IRS before coming to the Red Cross — was brought on board in April on a rescue mission of the charity’s ethics, after widespread criticism of its response to Hurricane Katrina and September 11.
Yes, we said ethics.
Now that British soccer “star” David Beckham is living in the U.S., he’s worried about his 3 young children growing up with American accents:
“They sound as if they are from London — and that is how I want them to sound,” he told Britain’s ITV This Morning of sons Brooklyn, 8, Romeo, 5, and Cruz, 2, according to Britain’s Daily Mirror. “But they are getting little parts of an American accent. Romeo keeps saying ‘Awesome’ a lot. ‘Awesome, awesome.’”
Well, Becks, there’s a surefire way to avoid that. No, you don’t have to move back to England, which is how most people would make sure their kids sound like they’re, y’know, from England. Nope: Just use some of that $1 million per week you’re earning by playing soccer (sometimes) in a country where nobody follows soccer, and pay everyone who comes in contact with your kids to speak with fake British accents. If you really want to go all-out, buy them bowler hats and monocles and make them stop brushing their teeth. (Yeah, it’s a clichĂ©, but that’s always bugged me. I mean, monocles? Come on, England.)
If that doesn’t work, then you could try going back where anybody cares about you.
The Hulkster just issued the following statement:
“Please respect my family’s privacy at this time with all that we have been through. I care for my wife and my children are my world and I just hope this all works out.”
There doesn’t seem to be anything in there about giving back all the money he’s made from his reality show. He sure didn’t mind the flashbulbs when he was dragging his oafish clan to every red-carpet event on earth, did he?
(Hat Tip: TMZ)
Yesterday TMZ reported that despite filing for divorce, Linda Hogan still wants to save her marriage with the Hulkster:
“She doesn’t want to see the family break up. She really wants to work it out with him. But it is like pushing up against a brick wall. She is heartbroken about it.”
How heartbroken? This heartbroken:
Hulk Hogan’s estranged wife Linda is seeking half of the couple’s more than $9.5 million in assets, including a share of the value of their Bel Air mansion.
In her divorce filing, Linda Bollea, who appeared with her husband [real name: Terry Bollea] and their children during four seasons of VH1’s reality series Hogan Knows Best, calls the 24-year marriage “irretrievably broken,” the St. Petersburg Times reports.
I just looked up “irretrievable,” and it means “not retrievable : impossible to regain or recover.” Sort of like her credibility. Maybe she got “heartbroken” mixed up with “bankbroken“? Or is the whole thing just a way to protect the family assets from a civil lawsuit by the parents of the kid who’s in critical condition because Nick Hogan had a few cocktails and played chicken with a palm tree? It’s all so confusing. I liked it better when ol’ Hulk just ripped apart his t-shirt and told me to eat my vitamins and did the exact same wrestling moves every single match.
Also: Brooke Hogan in a bikini. Because, you know, um… journalism?
*Like “There goes that ho’ again.” Get it? Never mind.
Sometimes Mandy Moore bills herself as the sweet antidote to the classless poison that Hollywood has to offer:
“I don’t mind that people are like, ‘Ah, you know, you’re wholesome and you seem like a real good girl,’” she said. “That is who I am, that’s quintessentially who I am.”
Sometimes … not so much. Defamer tracked down this clip of the singer/actress defiling the ears of the live audience at The Tyra Banks Show. We all thought she had it in her.
In her ongoing custody dispute with Kevin Federline, Britney Spears’s lavish spending habits have been scrutinized in court documents. She makes roughly $737,000 in monthly income, and although she blows $102,000 on entertainment and gifts, she allocates nothing to savings or for her children’s education. Additionally, she gives just $500 a month to the Britney Spears Foundation, which she established in 2000 to help needy kids in California, Louisiana, and New York.
That charity used to do good work, back when the pop starlet had a sense of purpose and was aware of other people. In fact, in 2002 she was given the Children’s Choice Award for her charitable efforts, including the creation of the Britney Spears Camp for the Performing Arts, where underprivileged kids can take acting, dancing, and singing lessons.
“It is an honor to be recognized in the music industry for my commitment to children,” Britney Spears said when accepting the award. “I get so much out of seeing a child’s self-esteem and happiness grow through the projects I have worked on. To be recognized for this is amazing.”
Commitment indeed. She has the poorest little rich boys in Hollywood. I would comment on how little she seems to get out of seeing her own sons at all, never mind watching their “self-esteem and happiness grow,” but it’s almost too depressing to muster the energy.
Yes, the “Chocolate City” Mayor of New Orleans has some ’splaining to do.
The Times-Picayune reports:
New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin recently pronounced himself “disgusted” with apathy among city residents, saying it was “unacceptable” that only about a quarter of registered voters bothered to cast a ballot in the Oct. 20 primary. Turns out the mayor himself has skipped a few elections, according to state records.
On Nov. 17, Nagin vented his spleen about low voter turnout:
“It was kind of offensive to me, because here I am bustin’ my butt every day and all I’m asking citizens to do is to plug into the democratic process. Take 20 minutes of your time and decide. Don’t just let this thing happen without you voicing your opinion.”
Um, yeah. except that you didn’t bother to vote.
Deceiver props to the mysterious New Orleans resident who checked in with the Picayune:
Nagin is a preening self-loving blow-hard phony of the first order. He burps and thinks he hears a symphony, he farts and smells a rose.
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