I know this guy kind of looks like the ball-hog you played soccer with when you were eight years old (or is that just me?), but he’s actually married to the phenomenally beautiful Olivia Wilde. And, apparently, some manner of Italian prince. His name is Tao Ruspoli, but every time I see his name I want to call him Teddy Ruxpin.

I’m just totally jealous of anyone who gets to be with Olivia, I know, but whenever I see a pic of this dude I’m just like “Woah. What?” The twosome made a rare red carpet appearance together at the NYC premiere of Fix this weekend.

Another thing I have to share with you guys: Because I’m not at all a stalker, I went through like a million old pictures of Olivia on the photo agency’s website, and I realized that she almost ALWAYS wears pants or a skirt down past her knees. Wanna know why? Because she actually has thighs:

Not at all fat, but definitely bigger than the average starlet’s chicken legs, and you can tell she notices because she never wears short skirts. This comforts me to no end. The hottest woman in the world has trouble areas. Feel free to cuss me out about in the comments — I still think she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, for the record — but I know I’m not the only woman out there who will feel just a little bit better about herself after knowing that little tidbit.

If I’m going to write 25 paragraphs about The Biggest Loser, it’s only fair I give a tiny bit of attention to one of my other favorite shows, the fabulous Glee. Here’s some sneak peeks for the coming week — looks fabulous, per usual!

Okay, so, if you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that I have a tendency to obsess on things. One of the things I tend to obsess on is television shows. I just get really into a show and think about it constantly, and the advent of iTunes means I can download every past episode instantly, right from my living room couch, and this is a very bad thing for my productivity. This summer I was obsessed with West Wing, and I watched all seven seasons straight through in the space of like two months. Do you know how many hours that is? (If you do, please don’t tell me.)

Right now, I’m obsessed with The Biggest Loser. My amazing trainer Kristen (quick shout-out — check out her website if you live in the Seattle area — I’ve been training with her since the week I moved here and she’s become both my fitness guru and my surrogate big sister) told me I had to start watching because I’d love it, and this season I started watching. And OMG do I love it. I just sit on my couch and watch it and sob with happiness and feel inspired and occasionally even get off the couch long enough to do 20 crunches before returning to the couch and sobbing some more. (This is why I need Kristen. All the televised inspiration in the world can’t actually get me to the gym.)

Anyway. Some friends hosted an early Thanksgiving/gratitude dinner tonight, and while I was shoveling delicious buttery calories into my mouth, the topic of The Biggest Loser came up. And then Bob and Jillian came up. And the table I was eating at was mostly filled with friends of mine who are lesbians, and they started arguing over whether Bob and Jillian were gay. Some of them swore they were both gay, some swore that neither was gay, and some thought that Bob was gay and Jillian wasn’t. I was leaning toward Bob might be gay and Jillian definitely wasn’t, but if the lesbians can’t decide, who am I to weigh in? So I asked on my Twitter.

The consensus? There was none. The opinions were completely varied. Wendie says she’s read Jillian’s book and she’s straight. But then an old friend of mine said that she knows for a fact — and this is possibly the very best gossip I’ve heard all year — that Jillian used to date Jackie Warner from Work Out a long time ago. If that is true I will just explode with reality TV happiness and insist that they get their own show together. I will fucking produce it myself.

The topic sparked such animated discussion, and I like to hear all the possible opinions I can about these things, so I thought I’d pose the question on here. What do you guys think? Anyone else have any fun inside dirt? Can anyone corroborate the story about Jillian and Jackie? (I would die of happiness.) And while we’re at it — who do you think is going to win this season? (My friends thought Rudy.)

Oh, and then a reader sent me this amazing video of Jillian training her BFF Vanessa Marcil, where she actually seems really nice and fun to be around and someone I’d want as a friend. It’s nice to see a new side of Jillian! Now I have to go out and get her book. OBSESSED, I tell you!

Former Major League Baseball player Sammy Sosa might be pulling a Michael Jackson and intentionally lightening his skin. The photograph above shows Sosa at a red carpet event in October of 2003 on the left, and at a similar red carpet event on November 4th of this year on the right.

At first, Sosa denied that he was lightening his skin, and blamed the paleness on both the photographer’s bright flash bulbs and a cream he was using for a “skin condition.” Now, he’s admitted that he uses a cream to “soften his skin” that also just happens to also make it lighter.

Sosa appeared on a Univision program and shed light on his lightened skin:

“I’m doing well, doing well, thanks to God. A little surprised by the tsunami of attention,” Sosa said in a Spanish interview with Univision reporter Tony Dandrades Tuesday. “”It’s a bleaching cream that I apply before going to bed and whitens my skin some.”

“I use a cream to keep my skin smooth and soft. I apply it before I go to bed. When I was playing for Chicago all those years, I was in the sun a lot for 1 o’clock games,” Sosa initially said. “The flashes (from the cameras) also made my skin look lighter. I’m surprised with the controversy this has caused.”

Sosa, who also wears colored contacts said he uses the cream as a moisturizer and is in discussions to market it.

And you know, who hasn’t used a moisturizer that also made their face several shades whiter? Sosa refuses to give the name of the skin scream, but I think we can all believe that he’s telling the truth. It’s not as if he has a history of telling big old fat lies, white or otherwise.

I’ve got some pics of Sosa in the gallery below that range in age from 1999 to present and it looks like the before & after chart on a box of Crest White strips.

Just like that Stanford / USC “upset” I predicted this weekend, I’m gonna go ahead and call this one: Liv Tyler is pregnant.

She’s wearing loose clothes and holding things in front of her stomach to try to cover it up, but there’s no denying that bump. If it were me, you could speculate that a bump like that might be filled with beer and tacos. But this is Liv Tyler we’re talking about here, so in spite of what her rep might say, that bump (that is getting progressively larger) is definitely filled with fetus.

The mystery is, who’s the father? She’s been linked to a UFO (Unidentified Father of Offspring) since earlier this year.

Less than a month ago, Wendie was speculating about the status of Rosie O’Donnell’s marriage to wife Kelli Carpenter. The pair never seem to have good body language in any of their photos, and rumors swirled that the marriage was over. For her part, Rosie was very vague about what was going on, and would only say that they were “working on their problems”.

But then yesterday, on her Sirius Satellite radio program, Rosie dropped a bombshell when she revealed that her wife Kelli moved out over two years ago.

The revelation came while she was talking to a pet psychic about her chihuahua.

“Where did you get her from Rosie? Because she says she came from somewhere. And she said she’s happier with you,” pet psychic Sonya Fitzpatrick said of O’Donnell’s dog Misty. “She’s so spoiled and she loves to burrow.”

O’Donnell confirmed: “She does! She burrows in the bed right next to me.”

And, when asked who “sometimes looks after her,” O’Donnell explained her four children all fight over caring for the pup, which she got three days after Carpenter left. “What happened [was] when Kelli moved out two years ago, I got the dog. Because I wanted another child or something to love. And I got the dog.”

They may be “working on their issues”, but living separately for more than two years is not exactly a good sign.

And really, who can blame Kelli Carpenter? It’s ROSIE O’DONNELL. Could you imagine waking up to that every morning? Dear lord. That woman is so grating I could shred cheddar on her for a taco salad then ruin my sponge trying to wash her.