"You guys were talking earlier about the news cycle and getting sick of it, and it's so hard to hear about it. I hope that 'Taste the Nation' is an anecdote to that." - Padma Lakshmi probably means to say "antidote" instead of "anecdote". Unless the two words mean the same thing in her native Tamil tongue.
One thing everyone who has been through a breakup will tell you is that it isn't caused by one thing—unless, of course, your mate is bad in bed. That is a dealbreaker.
In the case of the divorce of Ricky Martin and Jwan Yosef, we now know that it's been on a downward spiral for three years—which is particularly long since they've only been married for six! "This isn't something new," said Ricky. "We have been planning this situation for a long time. This is pre-pandemic." I've heard of people staying together for the children—but for the pandemic?
"When the public found out that we were divorcing, we had already gone through a process of much solitude. We were firm that this is what needed to happen for his well-being, my well-being, and for our children." All I got out of that was Jwan isn't that bad in bed. After all, didn't Ricky say it was "firm"? And, frankly, the fact that Yosef spells his name "Jwan" would probably be a dealbreaker for moi!
Isaac Mizrahi is apparently the only gay out there to not know that Andy Cohen identifies as a top. When Cohen guested on the Hello Isaac podcast, one of the fashionista's more pointed questions was, "Are you a top or a bottom?"Andy didn't hesitate to proclaim, "I'm a top." Predictable.
Less so was Cohen's follow-up statement: "I wish that I could...I need to loosen up, as they say." I know some men who could help him in that department.
Then there's Lizzo. And, yes, I do know who Lizzo is. Anyone who can play the flute while twerking in a bathing suit onstage is my kinda gal. Alas, Lizzo is in the news for all the wrong reasons. It's no surprise that she's a big girl. Hell, she called her reality show Watch Out for the Big Grrrls.
Three of her backup dancers (two of whom were vets of the reality show) are suing her for sexual harassment, assault, discrimination and fostering what is called a "hostile work environment." The part that grabbed me was the accusation that the dancers were forced to attend and participate in sex shows in Amsterdam. Allegedly, Lizzo pressured them to go with her.
Meanwhile, the strikes plaguing the performing community continue. And two performers found themselves on the wrong side of the picket line.
First was Stephen Amell, who went public at GalaxyCon in Raleigh, North Carolina, saying, "I do not support striking." He added that he found the strike a "reductive negotiating tactic," "incredibly frustrating" and "myopic." There he goes, showing off that Canadian education!
After being vilified online, Amell explained that, while he stands with the union, he does not stand with how the impasse is being handled. He added, "When you see me on the picket line, please don't whip any hard fruit." I can't promise that.
Zachary Levi was also at a ComicCon—but his was in Manchester, England. During his "presentation" (for which he was paid a pretty penny), the Shazam star said, "I'm not allowed to talk about—this is so dumb—I'm not allowed to talk about any of my previous work."
While this is technically true, it's not actually true. Zachary was paid to attend the convention as a personality, not to promote any specific project. After being raked over the coals (figuratively, I'm sure), he said, "It's come to my attention that an offhand remark I made in jest last weekend is being taken out of context." See, this is why you need writers—we're much better at crafting jests!
"So let me be clear," continued Zach. "I fully support my union, the WGA, and the strike." Either way, I'd still fuck him. As to Amell—only if forced at fruit point.—Or if his cousin were involved.
Since we don't have room for an "Ask Billy" question this week, I'll take a second to tell you that the recently deleted workout videos of Orlando Bloom can be found on BillyMasters.com .
When we're giving you a reason to flex a certain muscle, we've definitely come to the end of another column. Before signing off, we must acknowledge the passing of Paul Reubens, aka Pee-wee Herman. While he was cagey about his private life, it's hard not to love anyone who frolicked with Joe Manganiello. Plus, he did something very clever—he wrote his own obituary. Maybe I'll do something like that on www.BillyMasters.com —the site that's always thinking ahead. If you have a question, drop a note to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I'll get back to you before someone gives me head! So, until next time, remember, one man's filth is another man's bible.
