Maul in the Family

Little Brian Bonsall, Andrew Keaton on Family Ties, now 25, was arrested Wednesday in Boulder, Colorado, on suspicion of felony domestic violence. Bonsall, currently in Boulder County Jail waiting to be charged Tuesday on second-degree assault and misdemeanor false imprisonment, allegedly poured a cocktail in the face of girlfriend Lindsay Dunavan as she slept, then put her in a choke hold and prevented her from escaping. Police originally arrested Dunavan as well when Bonsall claimed he'd thrown her around in self defense after she'd slashed his face and arm with a steak knife, but she was released an hour later when his story seemed questionable. Bonsall, you'll recall, was also Alexander Rozhenko on Star Trek: The Next Generation. (Source)

Fuckabees

David O Selznick's Russell's 2004 non-masterpiece, I Heart Huckabees, was a huge disappointment verging on crap and these frightening behind-the-scenes clips explain how that probably happened. In fact, they're the kind of truly informative footage that should be included with the extras on all DVD releases, in lieu of those still galleries and deleted scenes. Yeah, we know you've probably already seen Russell have a screaming meltdown and call the great Lily Tomlin a cunt and Tomlin tell Dustin Hoffman to shut the fuck up, but it never gets old. And then there's Paul Rudd's and Michael Showalter's reenactment (below, via College Humor).

21st-Century Vox

The News According To Me

For the life of me I still cannot figure out why we are a nation obsessed with the goings-on of Paris Hilton. She has no ass, no skills, and no talent, is not funny or smart or witty or anything that usually make a celebrity interesting, but if you live in Los Angeles you know that even the local news will dedicate a whole segment to her latest trials and tribulations. Put the bitch in jail right next to Zsa Zsa Gabor and give my newscasters a break.

There are interesting things happening in the news which get very little coverage, and I think they're worth mentioning and getting comments about. So if you're tired of hearing about Sanjaya and his latest gay hairdo (and yes, ladies, he is very very very gay; he makes Ryan Seacrest look like Charlton Heston), take a second and read some of the weird and newsworthy things that happened this week.

S Is for Search Some More

I love this Google thing Ray's on, so I followed suit and typed S and this is what I got:

Sami Film Festival: in Kautokeino, Norway, where I'm going to see Miss Navajo play in a theatre made entirely of ice. For real!

Stars Against Scandal: aka the S.A.S.S. Anna Nicole Smith was its spokesperson. "It's called SASS, Stars Against Scandal. The extra S is because there is so so so much scandal!"

Slim Barrett: designed Kate O'Toole's splendid red carpet jewels.

Sex Lives of the Popes - Don't know what I was thinking. Maybe a sequel to The Tudors?

Shen Wei: photographer – check out the Concubines of New York.

San Bernardino District Court: where I had to go for a speeding ticket.

– Fenton Bailey

I Saw You

Missed Connections in comic form. Poignant. (More at Flickr; t/y Nick)

Celebrities at Large: American Idol Edition

It's common knowledge that once they've made it to Hollywood, the American Idol contestants are kept under strict guard, locked away and shouded in secrecy inside a highly fortified mountain redoubt (possibly called the Renaissance Hotel) where Guantanamo-style security forces keep a watchful eye on Simon Cowell's investments. Escape is impossible – if Hollywood was burning to the ground around them (as it almost did today), the Idol 9 would just have to accept a fiery death. So how was it that Idol favorite and Shrek look-alike Melinda Doolittle managed to elude her AI overseers long enough to make a break for the Bank of America at the corner of Sunset and Vine? For 15 glorious minutes this afternoon, Melinda was able to bask in the normalcy of getting her hands on some cold hard cash money just like us regular folks, most of whom tried extremely hard not to stare at her stubby, rhino-like neck and the puffy, pudgy, Vienna sausage-shaped nubbins she calls fingers – which can barely wrap themselves around a microphone, let alone grasp a pen long enough to sign the back of a check. And why would the one person who's almost certain to win American Idol even need to go to a bank? Doesn't Simon keep her fed and clothed? Does she need some quick cash to pay for a weekend of hookers and blow? Or maybe she needs to pay someone to wax and detail those giant teeth of hers? Whatever the case, Melinda was tight-lipped – which is quite a feat, given the size of her choppers. She simply scooped up her precious dollars between her doughy digits and waddled off into the smokey sunset.

– Chris May

S Is for Search

I had the Google to remind me of my recent searches on the Internet again. We're on S this time:

Salon
Senator Barbara Boxer
Senator Diane Feinstein
send up a flare
shopping for cosmetics
SinuCleanse
Sippie Wallace
South Beach Diet
Supreme Court: "Bong Hits 4 Jesus"

I remember that I sent a letter to 'S'enator Diane Feinstein asking her to support impeachment of the motherfuckers in the White House. She wrote back politely that she did not support impeachment. I responded that as a consolation could she please get Barbara Boxer or Nancy Pelosi to help her with that rat's nest on top of her head? I'm still waiting for her response. I also 's'hopped for cosmetics. This scrubby face-washy genius thing that, apparently, will no longer be carried in stores in the United States. I'm not telling you what it is because I plan to hoard. I also investigated the use of 'S'inuCleanse because, well, I was around in the '80's and one does eventually pay the price. I also started the 'S'outh Beach Diet. Not because I'm fat, but because one bite of pizza and I come to three days later in some sleazy motel licking ice cream off a hooker's ass. When it comes to sugar, I have no off switch. Oh, and also Bong Hits 4 Jesus.

– Ray Cochran

WOW TV: World of Wonder: Podcast 03-28-07

See more at World of Wonder.

James starts things off with The Secret, which he's been reading and has become rather quickly a positive-thinking slavish apostle of, despite being a self-described "cynical bitch by nature." Much discourse and debate (and some hilarity) ensue. Interesting point: Is The Secret a secret Scientology tract? Randy reveals his daily secret activity. Donny Osmond's The Great American Dream receives some discussion. Sanjaya's ponyhawk sparks superlatives from James, his arms thrown skyward, along the lines of "hairdo of the gods!" and "the Jackie Onassis of our times!" and "the Grace Kelly of 2007!" Gwen Stefani's career-damaging American Idol appearance. Dancing With the Stars. That backflip! James posits that perhaps "poor Heather Mills" is really the good guy and Paul McCartney is the monster – and an angry pod squad wrestles that thought to the ground and beats it to death with its own prosthetic leg. Interesting point from Fenton: What stands out in the singing competition is not the singing but the hair, and what stands out in the dancing competition is not the dancing but the leg. More chat on that, etc. James admits to having a jewelry hard-on from The Tudors the likes of which he hasn't had since 300. "History as just pornographic romp," says Fenton. "Why didn't we think of that?" In fact, James, bringing up The Secret again, says that since he's been chanting, "Tudor, Tudor, Tudor," for the last three months, he feels responsible for the series. Perez Hilton's high-school pics. Beverly Johnson's cold sore. The View feuds. Joy's change. Rosie doesn't embrace positivity, James believes. More opining on Rosie until James feels, he just feels he has gone too far. (By the way, that guy sitting up there? No idea. Ignore him.)

Separate But Sequel

Debbie Does Dallas...Again supervising producer Chris May writes:

In the pantheon of great Hollywood traditions, the Career Reviving Role is right up there with the Trip to Rehab and the Disasterous Short-Term Marriage on the list of things a celebrity can do to get back in the spotlight when everyone in town has written them off. Granted, the degree of difficulty is much higher, but if you can pull it off, the payoff is fantastic. Just ask John Travolta, Frank Sinatra, or Liza Minnelli. Of course, you only get one shot, and if you screw it up, you’re stuck with bad marriages and rehab as your only options (again, just ask Liza).

And what’s true in Hollywood is also true in the adult film industry, as you’ll see in tonight’s installment of WOW’s new documentary series Debbie Does Dallas…Again, which follows the fine folks over at Vivid Entertainment as they attempt to remake the '70s cheerleader-porn classic.

Is Paris Burning?

How typical that while we were at lunch with no cell phone or camera, Los Angeles would burn to the ground. Well, maybe not all of Los Angeles, but Hollywood Hills, certainly. And maybe not to the ground. And actually it was more like a Hollywood hill. But believe it when we say there was enough white, gray, and yellow smoke, leaping up from licking flames and billowing gloriously into the sky and nearly blotting out the sun, to give tourists and shop owners alike along Hollywood Boulevard camera-phone stories for days. Fortunately, WOW operates out of a virtual high-rise building – soaring four stories! – and when we returned from lunch we found Thairin Smothers, our very own Jimmy Olsen, camera slung around his neck, on our rooftop observatory. (Photo: Thairin Smothers)

WOW TV: shotby thairin: Holly Woodlawn sings WALK ON THE WILD SIDE

See more at shotby thairin.

Wanna look at never-before-seen footage of Andy Warhol SUPERSTAR Holly Woodlawn singing live on the Club Cherry stage? You can at shotby thairin on WOW TV. It takes a minute to load but be patient, it's worth it. Take a walk on the wild side, Mary!

– Selected by Thairin Smothers himself

And the Wrist Is His Story

Ryan Gosling sports his "ridiculous" self-inked wrist tattoo at LAX after a trip to Las Vegas. “A tattoo should never be meaningful,” he told London's Guardian, “because at a certain point you’re going to hate it, and it might as well make you laugh.” Meanwhile, is that a phone in his hand or is he just pleased to scratch his ear? (via Just Jared)

Of Interest

Britney Spears and Norman Bates' mother

Series Series

The second in a series of paintings of Tori Spelling by Cabeza de Vaca. Revisit the first painting here and find out how to purchase de Vaca's work. And don't forget to check out WOW's series Tori & Dean: Inn Love Tuesdays at 10:30 on Oxygen.

Hagiography

Britney in Hollywood, Nicole and Keith in Brentwood, Jake in Beverly Hills. (Photos: celebrity nation)

Of Interest

Johnny Depp with Winona Ryder at the Golden Globes in 1991 and Johnny Depp just the other day on the set of Sweeny Todd. (Photos: Lewis/Bauer-Griffin; celebrity nation)

Sharp Couple

Kirsten Dunst in London with her new boyfriend Johnny Borrell from Brit band Razorlight. He's pretty, but why isn't she a friend on the band's MySpace? (Photo via Image Shack)

Who Am I?

If you really want to know who this is, the reveal is after the jump.

It's Only a Bitch Part

Mr Posh

Now that she's orchestrated this pooftah haircut for him, it's become more difficult to tell Bex and Vix apart. Next move, pec implants? (via Just Jared)

Here Kitty

Radio Killed the Internet Star

Jeffree Star will be on Andy Dick's radio show The Shit Show tonight! It will be LIVE on Sirius satellite radio on Howard Stern's channel (Howard 101) @ 9pm-10pm (Pacific time). Don't call now, but call when I'm on the air. 9PM west coast time. That would be midnight for you east coast hoes and 11PM for you midwest sluts. Here is the number: (888)-STERN 101. Talk with you all tonight!

XOXO
Jeffree

Blog Force Trauma

"It seems that WOW isn't alone in dealing with nasty, threatening posts," says our San Francisco friend Quartknee, who sent us this link to a San Francisco Chronicle story today about a blogger named Kathy Sierra whose anonymous commenter posted death threats and images like the one here, causing her to shut down the comments section of her site and sparking a heated web debate on free speech and the nature of online discourse. (Here)

Sierra detailed the incident on her blog on Monday, and the site has received more than 1,200 comments since then. At issue are a series of threats, filed by an unknown person for unknown reasons, on Sierra's blog and on a group of sites dedicated to criticizing the philosophies of Sierra and others. Hundreds of bloggers have offered up their own posts in her defense, including many from women in the tech world who say they've been the victims of similar threats and harassment. In Sierra's case, no one is clear about why she would be singled out for such particularly nasty threats.

The Booze Brothers

Liquor DiCaprio and Kevin Bottley made an alcohol run in LA last night like little kids without ID. Actually, looks like DiCaprio went in while Bottley drove around the block. (Photos totally via PopSugar)

Oat Couture

So I got my miniature guide horse, because I always get lost trying to negotiate my way around Fred Segal, what with all those different stores and corridors and the restaurant and such. But then I'm like, what about sneakers for my miniature guide horse?? I can't take my miniature guide horse to Fred Segal without SOMETHING on his feet, right? Thank God for this.

– Harry Redlich

Prince on Jackson

Danforth Prince, president of Blood Moon Productions, publisher of Jacko, His Rise and Fall: The Social and Sexual History of Michael Jackson by Darwin Porter, the first biography of Michael Jackson since 1992, says he has just "emerged from the black hole of editorial work [...] and too many Frommer's Guides," and sends us a very recent videotaped interview, in which he talks about the book and the potential pitfalls Blood Moon dodged in treating a living celebrity so frankly. News of the book is already out there, but it will be physically available to the public on April 1. Here's a review from the London Book Fair.

That Leggy Blonde

And speaking of Heather Mills, who visited an online gambling site to bet money that her leg wouldn't fly off while engaged in the mambo moves on Dancing with the Stars, has cut her dance practice down from 40 hours a week to three and fears she'll have to quit the reality show due to severe back pain. Honey, was that backflip worth it? (And by the way, ever caught Pamela Anderson carrying her spare tits around like that?) (TV Crunch via Lipstick)

A Horse of a Different Cover

In a surprising bit of crossover promotion, Daniel Radcliffe is portrayed on one of the myriad covers for the latest and final Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Harrows, as his Equus character, Alan Strang.
(Illus: Steven Corfe)

Another Country Heard From

Popbitch is so bitter. Everywhere else is reporting how Madonna's clothes were causing stampedes! Here's the scene at an H&M store in Toronto a few days ago. (Photo via Drowned Madonna)

– Steven Corfe

Wet and Wily

Frank at OMG blog has a photo of Pelé, the Brazilian considered to be the world's greatest footballer. He's in the shower with other dudes, after a game we assume, and you can see his pénis full-on. So it's not safe for work. But when you jump to the site to look at Pelé who, by the way, is 66 now, watch out for this scary predatory guy who looks like he's been there all day. You know the type. The photo was taken in '77 but he's probably still there, waiting. For you.

Two Things

Brit expat Heather Mills' campaign to be loved by America is an uphill battle. Though she scored sympathy votes with her backflip on Dancing with the Stars, the Jimmy Kimmel audience last night was lukewarm to her abrasive charm. (Wethinks she's getting more mileage out of that missing leg now than when it was attached.) Meanwhile, Popbitch says her decision to accept that one-time payment of $25 million and two houses in the divorce settlement from her Beatle ex may be because there's camera phone footage of her at a party indiscreetly taking the piss out of Paul's first wife Linda and his daughter Stella which got her lawyers rushing to work out a quick settlement.

Also from Popbitch comes word on that other expat (in the other direction), Madonna. Apparently, her "fashion" [Popbitch quotes, not ours] isn't flying off the racks as expected nor creating queues outside the shops, which doesn't surprise the store's designers. There was a move to limit the launch to just accessories after focus groups deemed the line "cheap" [quotes ours], but H&M higher-ups nixed that idea, not wanting negative publicity or a confrontation with the Material Girl – or should that now be Schmatah Lady?

Mysterious Ways

This story about Jonathan Joseph Lind who beat church organist Edward Stanley Ayers to death with a claw hammer ("the wounds indicated that both ends of the hammer – the head and the claw – were used") because Lind didn't want the older Ayers to fellate him, is as gruesome as parts of The Hills Have Eyes, but its interest to us is that Google will send it to anyone on Tammy Faye Bakker alert. After scrolling down past the sex, drugs, and gore, wondering how the sweet Tammy Faye could possibly be involved in such a hideous mess, we finally found her nestled in a sentence very near the end of the story: "Ayers had a mischievous sense of humor, which came out when he would blast his Tammy Faye Bakker records in his apartment during services at a neighboring Wiccan church, recalled his friend Rocky Nutter."

It Could Happen

On April 1, probably not coincidentally April Fools Day, WWE owner Vince McMahon and billionaire blowhard Donald Trump will each have a wrestler compete on his behalf in the "Battle of the Billionaires" at WrestleMania 23 in Detroit. And they have more than money resting on the outcome. If Umaga wins, McMahon will shave Trump's nasty head; if Bobby Lashley wins, Trump will take the shears to McMahon. Both parties seem confident, although we think McMahon spoke for all of us when he said, "Hopefully, I'll have really dull scissors so I can yank the rest of it out that I can't cut." (Source; photos Abaca Press)

Idol Chatter

This bit of scuttlebutt from a friend of a friend, described as "totally trustworthy," appeared in our email just now: "So I realized that Blake from American Idol used to workout at my gym. I talked to him a couple times cuz he was always singing in the locker room – not to mention crusing the showers. Funny huh? He's got a nice dick." We can neither confirm nor deny.

Celebrities at Large

Apparently, Zach Braff’s rise from scruffy sitcom co-star to mopey indie-film poster-boy has left him with a serious case of hemorrhoids, since there’s no other way to explain the self-admitted asshole attitude and string of outbursts that have earned him the ire of the entire Scrubs cast and crew. At last night’s wrap party celebrating another successful season of Scrubs, the cast and crew gathered around the poolside bar at the Tropicana in the Roosevelt Hotel. After everyone was well-lubricated, series creator and executive producer Bill Lawrence got up to introduce the gag reel, and was greeted with plenty of enthusiastic, heartfelt applause. The reel itself was nothing surprising – just the usual muffed takes and inside jokes – but what was truly shocking was that once the lights came back up, Braff grabbed the mic, jumped up on a chair, and called for everyone’s attention. Then he launched into a rambling, impromptu apology speech explaining how sorry he was for all the times he’d “barked” at people, yelled at people, and had people fired on the spot for all kinds of perceived offenses. When Braff’s slurry speech finally sputtered to a close, he paused – expecting a warm round of “all-is-forgiven” applause. Instead, he got nothing but crickets and uncomfortable silence, as the cast and crew stood around with their hands in their pockets, collectively wishing they were anywhere but there. Braff finally got the hint, jumping down off his chair and slinking out of the club without another word. The good news is that once he left, the party fired right back up! Julianne Moore (decked out in a sleek black flapper-style dress) led the charge back to the bar, as everyone desperately tried to drink away the memory of Zach’s cringy mea culpa.

– As told to Chris May
by an anonymous Hollywood gadabout who'd rather not be named

Feels Like Team Spirit

On the heels of such theatrical falderol as Movin' Out and The Times They Are A-Changin' comes the apostropheless Nevermind, a dance production by the Seattle Spectrum Dance Theatre set to the music of the seminal Nirvana album, 15 years after its release. The show presents images from Kurt Cobain's life – drug addiction, sexual confusion, fame, and suicide – and the cast wears what the Seattle Times called "spot-on grunge-rock costumes." The show is not strictly a biography of Cobain, but two of the dancers portray Cobain and Courtney Love. It's directed by choreographer Donald Byrd, who said the backstory of Cobain's tumultuous relationship with Love and his suicide touched him because "it's like sometimes when you're watching Romeo and Juliet, you think, If they had just waited... even if it seems unbearable, it's going to change." Nevertheless, Nevermind played for two performances at the Moore Theater in Seattle; a mounting on or off-Broadway has not been mentioned. (Source)

Jack E Jett Gets a Phoner

"I haven’t done any shameless self promotion in a while," writes Jack E Jett, who has his own channel on WOW TV. "I have missed myself. Anyway, I had the opportunity to interview three gay athletes at the same time. It was the best phoner I have ever had. The interviews, titled "Playing for the Other Team," are on Radar. I can now add sports reporter to my resume."

The three athletes pictured above, John Amaechi (with Lance Bass), Eseera Tuaolo, and Billy Bean, are quite straightforward, so to speak, about being gay. Jett asked Bean what the oddest question he'd been asked regarding his homosexuality was. "I was actually once asked if I was a top or a bottom on a radio show," Bean said, "and that was the first time that I think I was embarrassed in public. When you become public, when you 'come out,' when you invite the public into your private life, there is a sense that you deserve to be asked that question."

Sweet!

The glorious Quinceanera, which was tragically overlooked by the Academy last year, is being made into an ABC Family TV series, according to New Now Next. The Richard Glatzer-Wash Westmoreland (inset) crowd-pleaser about a Latino family living in LA's Echo Park was a rarity for a film from queer directors in that the gays in the story are decidedly not the nice guys. WOW alumnus Westmoreland (Gay Republicans) said that ABC Family, a traditionally wholesome net, is being "great." In fact, he says, "they're encouraging us to be edgy and true to our story." Fingers crossed they get Jesse Garcia and Emily Rios (above) to reprise their roles. (t/y Chris)

Snap!

Party Monster alum Natasha Lyonne at the Grindhouse premiere.

Bad News for Some Jews

Green Leaf, an Israeli pro-marijuana party, has lumped pot with such things as beans and corn that are forbidden on Passover week, which begins Monday. "You shouldn't smoke marijuana on the holiday," said Green Leaf spokesperson Michelle Levine, wistfully. "And if you have it in your house you should get rid of it." (And you also shouldn't give another man's girl a foot massage, don't forget.)

Biblical laws prohibit eating leavened foods during Passover, replacing bread with flat crackers called matza. More recent rulings have further expanded the ban to include hemp seeds, which today are found in some health oils – and in marijuana. Green Leaf is a small political party that supports the legalization of marijuana. Although it is by no means a Jewish religious authority, the group decided to warn its observant supporters away from the drug on Passover.

The Sephardim, however, are probably floating in a happy little cloud around this time because, since rabbinic injunctions banning hemp were never adopted by Sephardic Jews, they can put the "high" in "l'chaim" at the seder. (Source; t/y Eduardo)

Who Am I?

Who is this number-one international enchantress? Don't immediately stampede to the after-the-jump reveal. Think.

Taboo-boo

The Black Eyed Peas' Taboo, whose real name is Jaime Luis Gomez, was arrested late last night after he crashed his car into a wall in the City of Industry, about 20 miles east of LA. Police searched his car and booked him on suspicion of possessing less than an ounce of marijuana, having a prescribed medication without a prescription, and driving under the influence, which may all be misdemeanor charges, but they're very rock 'n' roll. (Source; menacing mug shot via TMZ)

Hagiography

Keira Knightly in black, Mary-Kate looking almost human, Heidi Klum making ironic fashion statement, Johnny Depp back with the scissors. (All photos via celebrity nation)

Kermit Unplugged

A frog he would a-ruing go. Sad Kermit sings "Hurt." His version is absolutely ribbiting. (t/y Nick)

They're Registered in the 13th-Century

The world's tallest man, Bao Xishun, who last year, you'll remember, saved the lives of two dolphins in China who had eaten the plastic along the edge of their pool, just did something nice for himself. The 56-year-old six-foot-nine herdsman from Inner Mongolia, after a long process of world-wide wife-seeking through advertising, finally married five-foot-six Xia Shujuan, 29, a local Chifeng girl. No word on whether the dolphins were bridesmaids. (Source; AP photo)

Kids Today

Kirstie Alley with daughter Lilly, 14, and son True, 12; Adam Sandler with daughter, Sadie Madison, baby. (Photos via Celebs and Bubs)

Who Am I?

Popular Internet personality as a high-school junior and senior. If you really need to see a reveal, it's after the jump.

Court TV

I saw the series premiere of The Tudors last night, even though I'd been dead set against it for two reasons. Firstly, Showtime has been teasing the series for about, oh, HALF MY LIFE, and secondly, it has a silly slogan, declaring Jonathan Rhys Meyers a "Sixteenth Century Fox." I get it. Rhys Meyers is hot. But this does not a clever campaign make! People, aren't we forgetting that Henry the Eighth looked like this? They're trumpeting their own bad casting – like casting Angelina Jolie as Mother Teresa and then having the slogan: SHE WAS ONE MOTHERFUCKING HOT NUN.

Anyway, bad marketing aside, I was impressed with the show. Rhys Meyers as the petulant young king is great, and appears to fuck anyone who comes within 15 feet of the royal bed chamber. Who knew there were so many illegitimate bastard baby princes floating around the court? I'm now convinced that half of the English population is descended from royal blood, thanks to Henry's prolific seed-sowing. Check out some red carpet pics from The Tudors premiere last night over at our neighbor Popbytes – that Rhys Meyers is such a fox, after all.

– Steven Corfe

Someone's in the Kitchen with Elton

Elton John improvises a song from the cooking instructions for Richard E Grant's oven. Took him two tries at the 88s to get it toe-tapping. Don't know why or when this event took place but it had to have been before 1999 because, look, there's Claudia Schiffer in the audience with David Copperfield. But seriously, who's this? (t/y Eduardo)

Putting on the Dog

Mimi La Rue has a MySpace! And with 194 friends, including numerous celebrities and four-legged pals, the Tori & Dean: Inn Love star's profile ain't too shabby either. Who knew Mimi was born without a neck bone? Or that she finds listening to Enya soothes her during acupuncture sessions (presumably for that missing neck bone)? Find out all this and more by checking out her profile, or why not hit Mimi up for a date. Her profile lists her as single, after all. Oh, and catch Mimi on the second episode of Tori & Dean: Inn Love, airing tonight on Oxygen at 10:30/9:30c.

– Steven Corfe