Steve Harvey Almost Divorced Over $20 Million Tax Lien Considering how he dogged his ex-wife Mary out, it’s surprising karma didn’t bite him in his azz. According to Sister 2 Sister: There was a time when Steve Harvey’s people thought his marriage might not work out. Steve seemingly can’t say enough great things about his wife Marjorie Harvey whenever the topic of relationships come up. However, not everyone in his circle has always been so complimentary. He revealed to Essence that not long after their wedding the comedian-turned-talk show host was slammed with a $20 million tax lien. The lien came after it was discovered that Steve’s accountant had been holding onto years worth of the funny man’s tax returns without filing them. At the time, the people in Steve’s camp advised him to keep the devastating news from Marjorie. “She’ll leave you,” Steve recalled them saying. “This is the happiest we’ve ever seen you. …Nobody is going to stick around with this kind of mess.” Ignoring their advice, Steve decided to be honest with Marjorie about the financial situation because he was confident in her dedication to him. “I said, ‘If this woman leaves me over this, I will be the most surprised man on planet Earth,’” Steve shared. “ Marjorie stayed.” No one could be more thankful about that than he is because he doesn’t know that he’d be where he is today if she’d left. “Every great man has a woman… I didn’t say successful man, I said great man,” said Steve. “Do you think Dr. Martin Luther King was anything without Coretta? You take Michelle out of Barack Obama’s equation, and he is a whole other dude out there. Two thumbs up for strong black matrimony-dom. WENN
Hold on to your lucky jerking sock, because the nude releases on Netflix this week are sure to blow you away! First up there’s Twilight (1998)- not the neutered vampire flick- but the 1998 crime drama featuring Reese Witherspoon ’s first and only nude scene. Reese’s pieces! Five fine ladies go full frontal for the space oddity The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976), and director Brian De Palma brings us Hall of Fame worthy nudity from Angie Dickinson and Nancy Allen in Dressed to Kill (1980). More like Un-Dressed to Kill, isn’t it? Finally Kelly Lynch gives up a rare back beaver shot in Road House (1989), and Madonna shows off her material curls in Body of Evidence (1993). See pics after the jump!
He’s almost better known as the father of Willow and Jaden Smith these days than as a movie star himself, but Will Smith is known as something else today: A birthday boy! The new 45-year old continues to battle against divorce rumors, insisting all is fine between him and wife Jada. He was also responsible for After Earth this summer, a film dubbed the worst in cinematic history by some critics. Let’s not remind him of that on his big day. Let’s simply raise a glass instead and toast the A-lister and former Oscar nominee. Submit your very best birthday wishes on September 25 for this star and the following ones as well: Catherine Zeta-Jones (44) Scottie Pippen (48) Michael Douglas (69) Barbara Walters (84)
The flaw in social media is that a devil hooker who sells her kids off for her own personal gold digging fame….can post half naked bikini pics of herself…even if it is something no one really wants to see because she is the vagina that shat out some of the worst fucking humans to grace the earth…even if their pay check tells a different story… Now that’s not to say she looks bad for a 100 year old…I mean it’s just to say that I would totally K-Fed her if that damn menopause wasn’t standing int he way…. Remember…this is either photoshopped or proof that she’s a demon sent from hell trying to win us over… Stop masturbating to this…seriously…it’s weird….
U.S. astronauts attempt to return to Earth after debris crashes into their space shuttle, leaving them drifting alone in orbit in this third Gravity trailer. Here we see the gravity (so to speak) of what the protagonists played by George Clooney and Sandra Bullock are up against, and it does not look good. See the directorial vision of Alfonso Cuaron, and what James Cameron is already calling “the best space movie ever done,” in the Gravity trailer below: Gravity Movie Trailer Enough to pique your curiosity and then some? We thought so. Whether it’s Oscar material or not remains to be seen, but it’s certainly going to be closely watched, given the performances of the two big names. Gravity lands (so to speak) October 4 in 3D, 2D and IMAX 3D.
Guys have been waiting for nudity from pouty-lipped, epically-jugged actress Scarlett Johansson since the first peek of her see-through panties in Lost in Translation (2003). Here at Skin Central we thought we’d be eagerly anticipating a Scarlett strip scene onscreen for years to come. Well, hold onto your pants fellas, because the Hollywood Reporter is reporting that Scarlett makes her nude debut in Jonathan Glazer ‘s Under the Skin ! The film has the volcanically voluptuous star playing an extraterrestrial come to experience Earth life, which includes naked time in a sexy new Scarlett skin! More after the jump!
Lady Gaga is a try hard bitch…she may be the worst possible creature to walk the earth, or at least the entertainment industry. You know a plastic surgeried up bitch who still looks like a fucking monster out of a horror movie who just tries to be weird because it gets her noticed…in a way she always wanted to be noticed growing up…back when she was just teased instead…and the craziest thing about her high concept that is actually just bullshit…is that the girl can actually sing and all this other shit is just fucking noise…nonsense…that people are actually finally starting to hate on because they’ve caught on… The only thing she really has going for her is that fat ass, that may or may not have a dick tucked into it, but even if it did, I’d still sniff it like I was Miley and Gaga was a fat black thing…because…I’ve grabbed it once while it was in Fishnets at an event before she was famous…and it was glorious enough for me to ignore all the bullshit, even how ugly she is, that comes with her…and focus on what matters. This is like when you fuck a fat chick with great tits, but only stare at her tits to cum, because otherwise…you have to deal with her being a fat chick…only the weirdo popstar version and I’m okay with that.
Seattle-based author and editor Jane Catherine Lotter penned her own obituary before passing away last month, and it’s a wonderful, moving read. Seattle Author Writes Powerful Self Obituary Lotter passed away after a battle with endometrial cancer July 18 at age 60, survived by her husband, a 19-year-old son and a 23-year-old daughter. One of the “few advantages” of dying of cancer, Lotter wrote in her own Seattle Times send-off, “is that you have time to write your own obituary.” Despite penning the weekly humor column “Jane Explains” and a novel, The Bette Davis Club , she didn’t define success in terms of career feats. What did she see as the great achievements of her life? Read Jane’s full obituary here or after the jump below: One of the few advantages of dying from Grade 3, Stage IIIC endometrial cancer, recurrent and metastasized to the liver and abdomen, is that you have time to write your own obituary. (The other advantages are no longer bothering with sunscreen and no longer worrying about your cholesterol.) To wit: I was born in Seattle on August 10, 1952, at Northgate Hospital (since torn down) at Northgate Mall. Grew up in Shoreline, attended Shorecrest High, graduated from the University of Washington in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts in History. Aside from eight memorable months lived in New York City when I was nineteen (and where I worked happily and insouciantly on the telephone order board for B. Altman & Co.), I was a lifelong Seattle resident. In my professional life, I was a freelance writer, editor, and proofreader. Among career honors, I received a First Place Society of Professional Journalists award for Humorous Writing for my column Jane Explains, which ran from 1999-2005 in the Jet City Maven, later called The Seattle Sun. Also won First Place in the Mainstream Novel category of the 2009 Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest for my comic novel, The Bette Davis Club (available at Amazon.com). I would demonstrate my keen sense of humor by telling a few jokes here, but the Times charges for these listings by the column inch and we must move on. Many thanks to Sylvia Farias, MSW, at Swedish Cancer Institute for encouraging me to be part of an incredibly wise gynecological cancer support group. Thanks as well to the kind-hearted nurses and doctors at Group Health Capitol Hill oncology. And thanks to my sister Barbara who left no stone unturned in helping me get life-extending treatment in my final months. I also want to thank Mrs. Senour, my first grade teacher, for teaching me to read. I loved witty conversation, long walks, and good books. Among my favorite authors were Iris Murdoch (particularly The Sea, The Sea) and Charles Dickens. I was preceded in death by my generous and loving parents, Michael Gallagher Lotter and Margaret Anne Lotter (nee Robertson), and by my dear younger sister, Julie Marie Lotter. I am survived by my beloved husband, Robert (“Bob”) Lee Marts, and our two adult children: daughter, Tessa Jane Marts, and son, Riley William Marts. Also my dear sisters Barbara Lotter Azzato, Kathleen Nora Lahti, and Patricia Anne Crisp (husband Adrian). And many much-loved nieces and nephews, in-laws, and friends. I met Bob Marts at the Central Tavern in Pioneer Square on November 22, 1975, which was the luckiest night of my life. We were married on April 7, 1984. Bobby M, I love you up to the sky. Thank you for all the laughter and the love, and for standing by me at the end. Tessa and Riley, I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you. I wish you such good things. May you, every day, connect with the brilliancy of your own spirit. And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not obstacles, they ARE the path. I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend that. And really, that’s a discussion for another time. So let’s cut to the chase: I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) Meditation and the study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon, that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market, the memory of a child’s hand in mine. My beloved Bob, Tessa, and Riley. My beloved friends and family. How precious you all have been to me. Knowing and loving each one of you was the success story of my life. Metaphorically speaking, we will meet again, joyfully, on the other side. Beautiful day, happy to have been here. XOXO, Jane/Mom
Seattle-based author and editor Jane Catherine Lotter penned her own obituary before passing away last month, and it’s a wonderful, moving read. Seattle Author Writes Powerful Self Obituary Lotter passed away after a battle with endometrial cancer July 18 at age 60, survived by her husband, a 19-year-old son and a 23-year-old daughter. One of the “few advantages” of dying of cancer, Lotter wrote in her own Seattle Times send-off, “is that you have time to write your own obituary.” Despite penning the weekly humor column “Jane Explains” and a novel, The Bette Davis Club , she didn’t define success in terms of career feats. What did she see as the great achievements of her life? Read Jane’s full obituary here or after the jump below: One of the few advantages of dying from Grade 3, Stage IIIC endometrial cancer, recurrent and metastasized to the liver and abdomen, is that you have time to write your own obituary. (The other advantages are no longer bothering with sunscreen and no longer worrying about your cholesterol.) To wit: I was born in Seattle on August 10, 1952, at Northgate Hospital (since torn down) at Northgate Mall. Grew up in Shoreline, attended Shorecrest High, graduated from the University of Washington in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts in History. Aside from eight memorable months lived in New York City when I was nineteen (and where I worked happily and insouciantly on the telephone order board for B. Altman & Co.), I was a lifelong Seattle resident. In my professional life, I was a freelance writer, editor, and proofreader. Among career honors, I received a First Place Society of Professional Journalists award for Humorous Writing for my column Jane Explains, which ran from 1999-2005 in the Jet City Maven, later called The Seattle Sun. Also won First Place in the Mainstream Novel category of the 2009 Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest for my comic novel, The Bette Davis Club (available at Amazon.com). I would demonstrate my keen sense of humor by telling a few jokes here, but the Times charges for these listings by the column inch and we must move on. Many thanks to Sylvia Farias, MSW, at Swedish Cancer Institute for encouraging me to be part of an incredibly wise gynecological cancer support group. Thanks as well to the kind-hearted nurses and doctors at Group Health Capitol Hill oncology. And thanks to my sister Barbara who left no stone unturned in helping me get life-extending treatment in my final months. I also want to thank Mrs. Senour, my first grade teacher, for teaching me to read. I loved witty conversation, long walks, and good books. Among my favorite authors were Iris Murdoch (particularly The Sea, The Sea) and Charles Dickens. I was preceded in death by my generous and loving parents, Michael Gallagher Lotter and Margaret Anne Lotter (nee Robertson), and by my dear younger sister, Julie Marie Lotter. I am survived by my beloved husband, Robert (“Bob”) Lee Marts, and our two adult children: daughter, Tessa Jane Marts, and son, Riley William Marts. Also my dear sisters Barbara Lotter Azzato, Kathleen Nora Lahti, and Patricia Anne Crisp (husband Adrian). And many much-loved nieces and nephews, in-laws, and friends. I met Bob Marts at the Central Tavern in Pioneer Square on November 22, 1975, which was the luckiest night of my life. We were married on April 7, 1984. Bobby M, I love you up to the sky. Thank you for all the laughter and the love, and for standing by me at the end. Tessa and Riley, I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you. I wish you such good things. May you, every day, connect with the brilliancy of your own spirit. And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not obstacles, they ARE the path. I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend that. And really, that’s a discussion for another time. So let’s cut to the chase: I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) Meditation and the study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon, that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market, the memory of a child’s hand in mine. My beloved Bob, Tessa, and Riley. My beloved friends and family. How precious you all have been to me. Knowing and loving each one of you was the success story of my life. Metaphorically speaking, we will meet again, joyfully, on the other side. Beautiful day, happy to have been here. XOXO, Jane/Mom
