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Bill Cosby Got His Netflix Special Taken Away, So Finally We’re Seeing Some Results

Bill Cosby Got His Netflix Special Taken Away, So Finally We're Seeing Some Results

You wouldn’t think it’d be possible to get good news in a situation where more than a dozen women are accusing Bill Cosby of rape, but that’s exactly what happened. In light of the fact that thirteen — no I’m sorry, fourteen — women have now come forward, Netflix has canceled a planned stand-up special featuring him. Sigh of tiny relief. More »

Whoopi Goldberg Is Siding With Bill Cosby, So That’s A Fun Thing To Wake Up To Today

Whoopi Goldberg Is Siding With Bill Cosby, So That's A Fun Thing To Wake Up To Today

When there are thirteen women (no excuse me that’s fourteen, when you add the woman from yesterday) accusing Bill Cosby of rape, that’s probably a good moment to quietly reevaluate some things and maybe make a phone call to ol’ Bill, if you have his number. But not if you’re Whoopi Goldberg, who elected to air her skepticism right out in the open on The View. AWESOME. More »

Celebrity Sex Dreams: Cliff Huxtable Is Down with Masturbation

Celebrity Sex Dreams: Cliff Huxtable Is Down with Masturbation

I’ve never had a sex dream about a celebrity. (I’m not sure I have ever had a “sex dream” at all, in fact. I’ve had dreams with lots of foreplay, but something generally interrupts before any actual sex takes place. Someone reminds me about something I need to do. Or the woman just suddenly disappears. Or the Nazis show up.) But for about a year between the ages of 13 and 14, I had a recurrent dream of a sexual nature involving a celebrity. In the dream, I am lying on my bed, pleasuring myself, when the door swings open and standing there is Cliff Huxtable. Not Bill Cosby, mind you, though clearly it is, but in the dream I absolutely know that the man standing there is Cliff Huxtable — and he’s my dad. There I am, mid-stroke, looking up at him in shock, but not quite able to stop what I am doing. And instead of reacting as my real father would, with an embarrassed gasp and an awkward retreat, Cliff just said, “Carry on, son,” and shut the door. And I would. Carry on.
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