Sweet Mother of GOD, She's NAKED.

Someone tell Lisa Rinna this shiz is not appropriate. I feel eye-raped. And to think she was wearing this to interview Brad and Angie. No wonder she couldn't talk. She could probably feel the wind blowing on her cooch the whole time.

And I know this is almost over the line, but look, I'm just letting you know that you are in fact seeing what you think you are seeing:

In Case You Were Wondering ...

Creed may be reuniting, a certain someone on a certain popular episodic still breastfeeds her two-year-old son, Andre Leon Talley doesn't like being interviewed -- in fact, he'll sneak quietly past the red carpet all together -- and I still don't know exactly where I'm living come January 1. Somewhere in America, I can be sure of that much.

Suggestions?

...with the Tuberculosis on the Side, Please.

I was out to dinner with my bf the other night when we noticed a woman hacking loudly every five seconds or so. This is a phenomenon that I'd encountered previously, on Valentine's Day at Nobu. The overtly sick restaurant patron is an interesting social experiement if you're sitting far enough away to not get ebola, or whatever is being doled out in the air around him or her.

Their dates were invariable hunched over and shifty-eyed, looking more embarrassed than empathetic. And the people seated at the next table over tried in vain to lean away from the offending eater/cougher.

Pretty funny if you can see it; pretty lousy if you are in the way.

Ladies, Don't Let Him Hit the Bottom!

I have to give credit to Liz McNamara here for broadcasting this revelation on her site.

Don't watch it at work, for God's sake, unless you work with Margaret Cho or some other vag advocate.