… many of you weighed in on my post about your inevitable crushes on Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez. And, just as I imagined, I was right: almost all of you were pitter-patter over homeboy and his PF Flyers.

So, I’m now taking it one step further.

Here’s my new premise: If you had a crush on Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez, then you also had a crush on these two mini-studs, here:

(1) Junior Floyd from Little Giants (every girl was obsessed with this cat. Admit it: you were so into him you didn’t want Icebox to have him because you wanted him for yourself), and

(2) Jonathan Taylor Thomas (long before girls panted over “JT”, they panted for “JTT”. This kid was such a little rockstar that very few people even remember his Tool Time character’s name: Randy Taylor).

So here’s my new question, ladies of the late 80s/early 90s… Who was the most crush worthy character of your formitive years:

1) Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez
2) Junior Floyd
3) Randy Taylor

My money is still on Benny The Jet, but I got a hunch this one could go in any direction…

…. on which one of these is the most pointless activity in the world:

(1) Curling, wherein a group of numnuts frantically brush an ice rink in hopes of stopping a puck in a specific area, or
(2) Synchronized swimming, wherein, well, …I honestly dont even know what happens. Something about an interpretive dance being conducted underwater.

Both of these are Olympic Sports. And I can’t decide which one is more ridiculous. Might you weigh in?

… a model eating it on the runway while news anchors double over in laughter? (See post: “This” from 8/20)

A: a model falling off the runway into a swimming pool.

Prepare to laugh. Hard.

… Little Debbie brownies still beat the hell out of Creme Brulee or Chocolate Souffle any day of the week.

We’ve all seen the Youtube clip of this Scottish woman, Susan Boyle, bringing down the house with her rendition of I Dreamed A Dream on Britain’s Got Talent. Her everywoman story became such a sensation that— virtually overnight— Boyle was everywhere we looked. And now it appears they are going to make a movie about her life.

So then, who have they tapped to play Boyle?

Robin Williams.

I swear I’m not making this up. For some reason, studio execs apparently think that hiring an actual woman to play Boyle is such a bad idea that they’ve instead decided to bring in Euphagenia Doubtfire.

Now, this is a slap in the face.

I don’t care what Boyle might say about it to reporters: this is a bummer. And not something one is just “okay” with.

From what I gather, the whole premise of the movie is to chronicle Boyle’s triumphant rise and highlight the difficult things she has had to overcome in her life.

Oh really? Such as having Patch Adams portray her in a movie even though Meryl Streep was interested in the role?

My heart goes out to you, Boyle. You deserve better.

This guy, One Tree Hill actor Antwon Tanner, has just been charged with selling 16 Social Security numbers and three bogus Social Security cards. He was apparently getting 10 G’s per social security number.

Now, I don’t know what I find more surprising about this whole thing: (1) that this clown was making a legitimate living as an actor and still felt the need to do something so stupid, or (2) how much he looks like Nick Cannon.

… if you were a female growing up in the late 80′s/early 90′s, you had a crush on this dude. To this day, when talk of The Sandlot comes up, every female within hearing distance immediately confesses her undying love for Benny (“The Jet”) Rodriguez.

Perhaps the most pined for one hit wonder actor of all time, I’ll bet this dude still runs mad game off that role.

Sixteen years later, Benny The Jet, I salute you, sir.

This murder case surrounding the dude from Megan Wants A Millionaire just took a turn that is so VH1 I can hardly believe it. CNN.com is now reporting that homeboy’s wife’s body was identified— get this— by the serial number of her breast implants.

In all my life I have never heard of this. From what I understand, cops usually obtain dental records or submit the deceased’s DNA for lab results. But not when a VH1 reality character is involved. Apparently in those cases, the men in blue just swoop in and peep the victim’s booby numbers.

Now, like I said when I first posted about this case: I really don’t want to be insensitive to the fact that someone has just died. But everything surrounding this case is just so strange. I mean, what’s next, will this dude be apprehended and brought to justice because of a secret tracking potion in the ink of his tribal armband?

Stay Tuned.

I’ve liked Julia Stiles ever since 10 Things I Hate About You. Even though that was a pretty silly (albeit, highly watchable) movie, something about Stiles suggested she was the real deal.

This satire proves it.

Mocking the way certain celebrities go far overboard in trying to appear eco-friendly, Stiles develops a “fashion line” that is “100 percent green”.

My favorite article is “The Shants”: a shirt that doubles as pants.

“I just thought that was so creative. How he had been liberated from the conventions of fashion.” Priceless.

This is picking up where Zoolander and Derelicte left off.

… about bathroom humor that turns us all into five-year-olds? Good luck keeping a straight face on this one.