Ahhhh, OK. I love this.

Sesame Street made a video that’s targeted at their black female audience called, “I Love My Hair” and not only is it just really adorable to watch (I’m almost 27 and still highly amused by puppets. That’s OK, right?), but I’m super crazy about the message of self-love.

If you’ve seen Chris Rock’s Good Hair or like, don’t fucking live under a rock, you know that many black women spend thousands a year on keeping their hair flat and silky looking. Just check out this trailer if you haven’t seen it. There’s a lot of facts that will blow your mind.

“The Creamy Crack.” Kills me.

Anyway, good on Sesame Street for addressing this issue. Self-acceptance is the most important thing you can teach a child.

I don’t wanna jinx it, but it’s not looking good for Kendra Wilkinson and her husband Hank Baskett.

Although Kendra loyally followed her husband to Pittsburgh while he played for the Pirates, she refuses to follow him to Minnesota and is instead going to take Hank Jr. and move back to LA.

The move doesn’t seem entirely unfair. Kendra put her life on hold for awhile to raise their baby and support Hank in his career, and according to the source who spoke to Life & Style, “In her mind, it’s not her fault Hank can’t keep a job. She has a job too — plus friends in LA and family in San Diego. She’s not going to Minnesota and destroy her career.”

Unfortunately, instead of agreeing to do the “long-distance, but we’re rich so we can travel to see each other frequently” thing, another source told L&S that the couple has been having blowout fights about Kendra’s decision to move.

So depressing. I want all the happines in the world for Kendra. She’s my favorite human.

How could you not love this chick?

…And here we were thinking The Situation was the state of his toned abs.

The Sitch has already been sent home on Dancing with the Stars, but before he left, he filmed a segment with his dancing partner that involved him wearing skin-tight pants that showed off a puzzlingly large bulge right about where a penis would normally go.

So here’s my question: Is that really homeboy’s package, or do we think he stuffed for the cameras?

So it looks like the Queen of Good Living has gone and done something that I might be interested in checking out. Gwyneth Paltrow is starring in a new movie, Country Strong (yup, just like in the title of the music video above – a title I despise), and the scenes from the movie as depicted in the music video look kind of intriguing.

Why? Because it’s a movie about an alcoholic country star has-been and Gwynnie is playing the lead role. Anything portraying Gwyneth Paltrow as a washed-up has-been that’s being replaced by, well, practically anyone, is worth seeing in my book.

Gwyn plays the country star who unfolds amidst declining record sales, failing tours, a cheating husband that sleeps with the newest country chippie on the block, and her ongoing battle with alcoholism. The flick also stars Tim McGraw as Gwyneth’s husband, and Leighton Meester as the young love interest.

If you’re a country fan (I’m not) and a fan of Gwyneth Paltrow (um, not again), you’ll probably enjoy this movie. If you masochistically enjoy seeing an overblown harpy lose her shit on screen and flex her ‘acting skills’ (like me), you’ll probably enjoy this movie.

That being said, this’ll probably end up being an Academy Award winner. It’s foolproof.

“I went on Howard Stern yesterday to provide clarity and honesty about what I’m experiencing.  But while doing that I shared too much. … It’s alright for me to be honest about my own feelings but in retrospect some of the information I provided involved others and for that I am sorry and humbled.”

He’s sorry, what, that he outed Jasmine Waltz as Hollywood’s next ‘It Girl’? And by ‘It Girl,’ I clearly mean ‘aspiring actress who’ll sleep with every minorly prolific star to get ahead’?  Because she was probably stoked over the free plug … no pun intended. I wonder if I should create a category for this Jasmine Waltz. I have a feeling we’re going to hear about her again in the near future.

As for your wife, I think you’ve gone and shot yourself in the foot.  No amount of groveling could ever undo what you’ve apparently done — between being the rumored second child and suffering some pretty ill diarrhea of the mouth, your chances of ever bedding Courteney Cox again are probably kind of nil.

I heard a few days ago that Avril Lavigne was chosen to be the cover model on Maxim for November’s upcoming issue and my only thought was ‘why.’ Just a simple, all-encompassing ‘why.’ Avril hasn’t even released any radio-worthy music lately — not that any of her previous stuff, like Sk8er Boi, was ever REALLY radio-worthy in my humblest and most respectful of opinions, but it just goes to show you that there’s a market for everything in this crazy, mixed-up world we live in.

Lavigne, who recently split with former Sum 41 husband Deryck Whibley, seemed to care more about being the drunkest citizen in all of Canada than taking care of her marriage, and dating Brody Jenner (yes, the two are still fucking) did nothing for her already gross and tarnished reputation as it were.

So, to me?  The ‘why’ response seemed rather justified. So I wrote it off as a non-story, and I didn’t even bother filling you guys in to a full degree about the details of her magazine photo shoot. However? I came across the cover this morning and checked it out thoroughly — my lifelong best friend always loved Avril, and always admired her body and her looks (which I always LOLed over, ’cause my friend is so much hotter) — and realized the caliber of people that would choose Avril to grace the cover of their magazine. Read: ones that can publish millions and millions of copies of concrete, made-of-paper magazines, and not proofread the spelling on its cover.

(Check out the left upper-hand ‘Avril Rock’s!’)

So, Avril, what, owns a pet rock? And clearly said rock has ownership over something?  Something interesting, perhaps?  Like the little gremlin that hangs out in Avril’s dirty ear, who tells her to do these odd, fucked up, ‘look at me I’m dahhrunk!’ things?  And so the rock is important enough to be a point of discussion in the upcoming edition?

Well fuck. Mythbusters here I come.