Actually, not really. David Beckham just had a barber run electric shears through his hair, and voila! He’s bald. And it’s being treated like some kind of Earth-shattering, front page news. Now if his baldness actually required New York hair transplants, that’s news. Sort of.
Jessica Alba Doesn’t Like Being Called Sexy
Jessica Alba has one of the hottest bodies to hit Hollywood, ever. That is probably why learning that she’s not comfy at all about being tagged as sexy comes somewhat of a surprise.
She’s blessed with a body that most celebrities could only get through Beverly Hills cosmetic surgery, and she wouldn’t let us get a peek. What a prude. In a bikini. Now that’s shyness for you.The screen beauty - who recently topped FHM magazine’s annual 100 Sexiest Women in the World poll - insists she does not consciously flaunt her stunning figure because she doesn’t enjoy attracting attention.
The Sin City star - who has a strict no-nudity clause in her contract - says her prudish attitude is reflected in her choice of clothing. She said: "I have my own fashion style and do not try to fit in. I don’t have my breasts under my chin, I’m not showing butt cheeks, nor much legs. I don’t go for the trendiest look."
Remember the Sharon Stone who fearlessly flashed her beaver and engaged in some of the hottest onscreen sex ever in the first Basic Instinct movie? You can forget about her. She doesn’t exist anymore.
What’s left is this woman who looks like she needs to be put in Philly senior homes anytime soon. Not as much as Melanie Griffith though, but close.
Two more days and it’s time for the most spectacular magic show on Earth: Elections in the Philippines!
Ballot boxes will disappear into thin air. One plus one suddenly becomes eleven. Long-departed people can vote. Hell, even winged creatures fly from one voting precinct to another. And when they do, the stupidest, most corrupt, and least qualified people suddenly find themselves addressed as honorable senators, representatives, governors, mayors and councilors of this great nation. Can you think of anything more magical than that?
Sigh. I know. My cynicism towards Philippine elections has reached new heights. I mean, I haven’t watched a single TV program ever since ads for these jerkoffs started polluting the airwaves. And I don’t think I ever will again, not after I heard someone sing that Loren Legarda is this country’s only hope. Shame on Ryan Cayabyab by the way for prostituting his song for that ad.
And I’m not going to vote. Not even if someone offers me a trip to the U.S. and sets me up for some free Fort Myers eye surgery to help me see better. I don’t need to see more clearly. Seeing how things are in the Philippines through blurry eyes is bad enough.
