I have a dirty secret. I like celebrity gossip. It’s not what you think though, I could care less about where Angelina Jolie adopted her latest orphan from, or how much weight some Jonah Hill lost or gained. No, I only like the really weird stuff that happens with those on or below the D list. You tell me that Brad Pitt is partying at the Playboy Mansion, and I don’t care, but if Corey Feldman is throwing lingerie parties in his “Feldmansion”, and I’m all over that story.