As I type this, I'm already cognizant of the fact that I'm going to get major kickback and sass from some of my readers. And, for the record, I know that I probably have no right to be saying this because I've not experienced what some would refer to as the "calling" of being a mother. 

Notwithstanding any of the aforementioned, I still brazenly maintain that pregnant women ought to stop photographing themselves in various state of undress and then releasing those photos for the world to see. Seriously--I'd rather see a photo of the suspected dead Bin Laden than to see the likes of Mariah Carey or Kim Zolciak in their very enormous, photo-shopped glory. Look at this photo of Kim from the Real Housewives of Atlanta--this is NOT a flattering photo and instead of looking like a glowing mother-to-be, she's permanently ensnaring herself into the realm of the pregnant women fetish/erotic genre. This isn't a lofty goal, peeps. If you must take a photo of your rotund state, do so in the privacy of your own home and don't broadcast it for the entire world to see and to judge and possibly to denigrate you and your family.

While I'm on my preachy soapbox, I can't help but give a very well-deserved "Grade A" Asshole award to the one and only Jesse James. Listen here, jerk, you're no better than last night's garbage--you know, the stuff rats feast on in the dumpster. You publically humiliated Sandra Bullock just days after she won an Oscar and you left her on her own to raise Louis after revealing that you were cheating on her with various women of ill-repute. As if that wasn't bad enough, you're now monopolizing on your nasty, philandering ways by trying to drum up attention to some loser new book, American Outlaw. As far as I'm concerned, both the book and James should become outlawed. 

On his book-pimping tour, Jesse James is revealing that he wanted to get caught and....and this is the kicker....he discusses and RATES all his past sexual partners including Bullock. On Howard Stern's radio show this morning, he revealed that Kat Von D. is "100 percent" better than Bullock. Gee, maybe she wasn't into your Nazi-loving ugly mug and just lost interest? Ever  think of that? Something tells me that the more in love and the more attracted one is to one's partner, the better the horizontal mambo. Look in the mirror loser: it's not her, it's you.

As a final note, you know that old adage: something new, something old, something borrowed, something blue? Does an ex-husband count as the something old? Apparently so, at least for Marie Osmond. Today she married her first ex-husband and one of her baby-daddies, Stephen Craig, in a Vegas Mormon Temple. (They have those in Vegas? Eesh, what don't they have there?!) Osmond had wed Craig back in 1982 and despite their divorce in 1985, they remained "close." (You don't say!) Then, after Osmond's divorce from Brian Blosil in 2007 (with whom she had seven kids!), she and Craig got even closer.  I don't know about you but I could never stay "close" with an ex, let alone that close. Good grief--the mere thought of it makes me break out in a cold sweat!