That’s My Story

10. Details about your “private” life.

9. Anything if you  have been hitting the bottle a few too many times.

8. Your complete address and telephone number. If someone wants it send a message, do not do a wall post.

7. Fights with your significant other or friends. Stick with nasty text messages.

6. The results of every silly Facebook quiz you decided to take. A few are ok but some people post everything. It is a bit overkill.

5. Negative things about your boss when he is one of your “friends.”

4. Stories about friends that are supposed to be private.

3. Overkill PDAs. Sweet comments are nice but don’t gush.

2. Your every movement. Updates are good, but no one needs to know what you are doing at every second of every day.

1 . Photos of your second marriage when you are still married to your first wife. For more on this visit dailyamerican.com/articles/2010/08/05/recent_news/recent255.txt

I will be the first to admit that I often check out celebrity news websites. But some “celebrities” have no business on legitimate news sites.
These “celebrities” include the parade of mistresses associated with cheating Hollywood.
I read several newspaper website daily. While I won’t name the site I couldn’t help but notice the headline “Blush ‘Bombshell.’”
For a second I thought “no, it can’t be.” I unwilling clicked on the link and to my disappointment saw a photo of the woman who resembles a “dirt bang’s binder from 7th grade metal shop” (Thanks Tina Fey for letting me borrow that joke).
Apparently Michelle “Bombshell” McGee is going to be stripping at a club in Pittsburgh. Why is this tattooed stripper famous? Oh that’s right she was too dumb to realize Jesse James was married to one of my favorite actresses Sandra Bullock. It’s called Google.
So basically because she is a (insert derogatory remark about character here) she gets not just an interview but a question and answer session with the publication. I typically am fond of the work this reporter does. He has covered some real news, such as the Cyril Wecht fraud trial.
Here is an intelligent except:
Q: Tell readers why they should come out and see you at Blush.
A: It’s going to be hot, hello. Boobies and a strip club. How can you go wrong with that? Boobs, tattoos and booze. That’s all you need.
When news sources printing smut like this it legitimizes these “celebrities’” place in the world. Or I can use my less mature argument — Michelle McGee just looks gross and I should not be subjected to see her in a bikini when I go to a news website.
Her 15 minutes has to be up already.

As a college student I studied the media coverage of the Natalee Holloway case — a beautiful young girl who went missing on her graduation trip to Aruba.
So needless to say, I have always followed her case.
When five years to the day Holloway went missing the prime suspect Joran van der Sloot “allegedly” killed another woman in Peru I was shocked.
Needless to say I started following news reports very closely again.
One news report that completely disgusted me was one where Van der Sloot apparently boasted about numerous marriage offers he has received.
According to an Associated Press report the jackass has received numerous marriage offers while confined to a Peru prison. He is quoted as saying “One of them even wants me to get her pregnant.”
I don’t think I will ever understand why a woman would write a man, who “allegedly” killed two woman, a letter proposing marriage.
While every other thing that comes out of Joran’s mouth is a lie I believe he is getting these offers. Jail house pen pals are fairly common despite what horrendous crime someone commits.
My first wish is that these woman who write to tool boxes like Joran would receive the mental health treatment they need. But if they are not suffering from an illness, then they need to get a clue.
There are plenty of nice, single, not murderers out there to choose from. So write one of them a letter.

There are several Internet rumors that someone is trying to sell photos of the late Gary Coleman taken hours before he died and after he was taken off life support.
Apparently the seller is asking a five-figure price for the photos. Some sites say it is his ex-wife Shannon Price behind the morbid sale. Another site said three of the four photos have been sold to a tabloid and will hit newsstands later this week.
Whoever took the photos of the Diff’rent Strokes star in his last hours, hooked up to ventilators, must have had this sale scheme in mind. A photo session was organized to snap the pics while Coleman took his last breathes and after the life-support was stopped. To me it is completely disrespectful to even consider selling these photos, described as graphic. While I am sure one of those junk publications will print these sad photos but I urge people to boycott the publication for printing them.
It is bad enough that someone tried to sell them but the fact that a buyer was found just makes it worse.
Coleman died May 28 at Utah Valley Regional Medical Center after suffering a brain hemorrhage following a fall at his home. The former child star rose to the top and then toppled down. He had a tormented life — please don’t torment him in death.

I am going to take a break from my typical blog topics to talk about something a bit more serious than Steeler woes and mistresses.
May 18 is the primary and for some people in Pennsylvania there is a pretty important race. I am not going to sit here and tell you who should receive your vote I just ask that you at least vote.
When I turned 18 I was pumped to be able to vote, but my interest started much before that.
When I was young, my parents took me to the polls when they would vote, even letting me pull the lever once or twice. I can remember people handing stuff out as we entered the Waterford fire hall — my favorite was former state Rep. Jess Stairs’ maple candy.
As I got older I discovered an interest in the political process and the love of politics stuck.
But I realize now that I may be an exception.
The biggest misconception is that one person’s vote doesn’t really matter. Now I am horrendous at math, but try and stick with me on this one.
In Somerset County, officials are expecting a 25 percent voter turnout which will equate to about 11,463 voters. If you assume that there is an equal number of voters for each party then there are about 5,731 people casting a ballot in each party.
So let’s say that there is an underdog candidate. If everyone who stays home and believes “they’re vote doesn’t count” casts a ballot for the underdog, they would win. (even a math dimwit can figure that one out.)
Maybe the people who stay home are upset because there is not a candidate they want to support. If all of those people wrote someone in, instead of voting for the person on the ballot, the write-in candidate would win.
Elections often come down to a few hundred people. I’ll admit that sometimes I have voted for the lesser of two evils, but at least I made my voice heard about the direction I believe things should go.
So I urge people to really consider voting in Tuesday’s Primary. Educate yourself on the candidates. And education doesn’t mean watching 500 political ads that play between your favorite shows. Research what candidates actually say and actually stand for.
One of my friends considers his political view as “Does it matter ?? Really they are all liars.” And often, he is unfortunately correct.
But politicians have been born out of grassroots efforts for change. If you don’t like your choices start groups of like-minded individuals to try and get new people with fresh ideas elected.
I realize that my writing will fall on proverbial deaf ears to the people that have no interest in politics. But like one vote can make a difference if one person decided to cast a vote Tuesday then it worked.
These people make decisions that impact our daily lives and they should be held accountable. It doesn’t matter what any poll says because the one that really counts is Tuesday.
In Monday’s Daily American. I will have a story that outlines all the contested races in Somerset County. Please take the time to cast a vote. Because it really does matter.
And I promise, next week I will get off my soapbox and talking about something a bit lighter.

(Read at your own risk)
I guess it pays to mistress.
Home wreckers Michelle “Bombshell” McGee and Jamie Jungers, sex things of Jesse James and Tiger Woods respectively, have been offered a reality show according to online reports.
While nothing is in writing the show would be a celebrity version of “Cheaters.” The premise - trying to catch cheating celebrities with their pants down.
I see a few problems with this plan. How are we defining celebrities? Is this Surreal Life celebrities, woman who pop-out multiple children, people that get chosen for reality shows or true celebrities. It seems the definition has become more relaxed in recent years. Plus isn’t this what TMZ.com already does?
According to the “women” (I put that in quotes because I use the term loosely) their affairs with Tiger and Jesse lasted months. If it was so easy to “catch them in the act” how did we not know about this earlier. It wasn’t until these “women” opened their mouths and showed text messaged that the public even knew the guys were being sleazy.
I would like to think that not every celebrity cheats on their significant other just as not every person cheats on their significant other. I think all this does is encourages these women to attempt to sleep with celebrities so they can later expose a scandal to become famous.
(I welcome any comments, suggestions and criticism at michelleg@dailyamerican.com)

Anyone who knows me knows I loved Ben Roethlisberger.
I have four jerseys, including a pro-bowl jersey, a set of earrings, a tote bag and other Big Ben necessities.
But the recent allegations makes me wonder if I am supporting someone who assaults woman by putting on the jersey.
There is no denying Ben is a stellar quarterback, but it still remains to be seen if he will even take the field this year.
So perhaps I should get a different jersey — the question is which one?
What about James Harrison. The photo of his Browns body slam was my computer background for months. But he was arrested after a domestic assault with his girlfriend. The charges were later dropped after Harrison agreed to anger management.
That also leaves Santonio Holmes out as well. Now there is always Troy, but injuries have plagued him.
I could succumb and wear a Jeff Reed jersey. While what he did is not as bad as what Big Ben is accused of I can’t get past paper towel abuse.
I am starting to think Heath Miller may be the way to go. In general he is under-rated and he hasn’t been accused of assault, caught with weed or attacked innocent towel dispensers.
But then again, maybe some duct tape over Ben’s name may be the ticket.
(I welcome any comments, suggestions and criticism at michelleg@dailyamerican.com)