Celebrity ‘Sex Rehab’, or why we need reality show rehab
When Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew aired, I wondered why Dr. Drew was venturing into the realm of substance abuse instead of sticking with what made him famous: dispensing sex and love advice on his call-in show, Love Lines. This month, Dr. Drew reclaims his throne as the Oprah of American sex with the new reality show, Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew. And by reality, I mean the show features celebrities — though I use the term “celebrity” very loosely. Read the rest of this entry »










I write this blog with much regret: My favorite addiction and guiltiest pleasure,
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the truth. I’ve been waiting for Scott to spill his secret about being Rufus and Lily’s illegitimate bastard sine he popped up in the end of last season, but just as in real life with most men, when the big moment came, he did not deliver. Instead of telling the truth about who he is, he copped out and said he was the brother of Rufus and Lily’s fake dead son, so of course he ran away before he got into anymore trouble in his web of lies.
Our favorite Upper East Siders started college this week. Dan, Vanessa and Blair all are at NYU, Nate’s starting at Columbia soon, and Serena is off to Brown, right? Maybe not. In her apparent quest to be the center of attention, Serena decided Brown was not the right decision for her. Ivy League just isn’t good enough for this van der Woodsen, so Serena is taking the path less traveled for now, socializing with martinis and Manolo Blahniks and living her fabulous life. Who needs college when you have limos, crazy woods sex with Carter Basin, and the world at your fingertips? At least for now…we’ll see what happens when Lily comes home.
OMFGG, Gossip Girl season three give us plenty of scandal, sex, and gossip to go around.









unstoppable sex machines) run around that hospital all day and don’t even break a sweat. All I have to do is run up a flight of stairs and immediately I look like I’ve been frying up Pad Thai noodles in the back of a van for eight hours. Give us some oily skin or at least some sweat beads on the upper lip. Shonda please, if I wanted a low self-esteem I’d be watching 
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