Danielle Powell Was Expelled For Being Gay, Then Billed For Tuition

When Danielle Powell attended Grace University, a Bible college near Omaha, Nebraska, and in doing so she signed a statement agreeing to follow the rules outlined in the student handbook. One of those ‘rules’ was the promise not to engage on “sexually immoral behavior” like "homosexual acts" and Powell, who’d never had a thought about dating a woman, signed the book. Trouble is, Danielle Powell is now in love with a woman, though she says she does not identify as a lesbian, and Grace University has expelled her for it just before graduation.

"I love who I love based on my emotional connection with that person. It has nothing to do with gender."— Danielle Powell

But, falling in love with a woman, and calling herself a lesbian or not, has caused the school to send Danielle Powell a bill for $6,000 in scholarships that Grace now demands she pay back. Powell learned of the bill when she was denied a transcript transfer because of an outstanding balance, making it impossible to transfer to another university.

Now, here are the rules by which Grace University seeks to monetarily punish Danielle Powell because she fell in love with a woman:

The university’s student handbook notes that scholarship credits will not be applied until the semester is 60% complete, and that students who leave before that point will owe the balance because Title IV of the Higher Education Act of 1965 requires colleges to return federal scholarship dollars on behalf of the withdrawn—or suspended, or expelled—students.

Powell finished just 54.89% of the semester before she was notified of her expulsion via a letter from Grace’s executive vice president, Michael F. James:

“Despite serious reservations, the student development office decided to readmit you [after being suspended when Grace first discovered Powell’s lesbian relationship] based largely on professions you made to various faculty and staff members that such behavior had not and would not be repeated. [Powell said she simply agreed she ‘would not engage in any sort of premarital sex while attending Grace.’] The prevailing opinion is that those professions appear to have been insincere, at best, if not deceitful. I have had conversations with enough individuals with first-hand knowledge of your behavior to become convinced that it would be impossible for the faculty of Grace University to affirm your Christian character, a requirement for degree conferral. Therefore, it would be unethical for us to re-admit you knowing that we could not allow you to graduate. For you, it would be a tremendous waste of time and money.”

Oddly enough, though, James says in the letter that Grace University will provide transcripts “and any other assistance” needed for Powell to transfer to another institution though they clearly have not done so.

“I don’t think a lot of people are aware of the fact that you legally can be kicked out of a school in 2013 for being gay. Yes, this is a legal, financial petition, technically speaking, but there’s a lot of morals and social injustice tied into it that is getting I think some necessary exposure, and that Grace University will be held accountable for at some point.”—Danielle Powell

Powell, who chose Grace because she could play volleyball there, liked the intercultural studies program, and knew the institution did good overseas humanitarian and social justice work, says "no knowingly gay person would ever go to this institution."

Which is who she was when she began at school; but then she met a woman and fell in love, and had a relationship—as most college students do—and after they had broken up, her former girlfriend told a staff member of their relationship. “You can either come out about this or I’m going to,” Powell says the staff member told her, and she did.

At first, the school, and the intercultural studies program, handled it internally, but then Powell was ordered to move off-campus and her ex was sent to work on her academic project in Seattle a month earlier than scheduled.

Seriously. Banish the lesbian? And then send the other one away?

Then, when word of their relationship worked its way up to administrators, the two women were flown back to campus to attend a judiciary hearing in which they were questioned separately about their relationship and their remorse.

They were both suspended; again, because they’re gay. Powell was told she could re-enroll for her final semester if she agreed to a restoration—please say they don’t mean Pray The Gay Away ex-gay therapy—involving mandatory church attendance, meetings with counselors and mentors, and keeping in touch with a dean.

Powell says her sexual behavior was not ‘directly’ addressed, though the idea of ‘restoration’ seems to imply that Powell would have to turn her back on her orientation and deny it ever existed, and never ever be in a same-sex relationship again.

“At that point I was like, I’ve worked really hard for this. I guess some people weren’t happy about that decision, so they continued to investigate my life. The dean of students actually was calling people that knew me and investigating whether or not I was in a same-sex relationship.”—Danielle Powell, on her decision to go through with the program and re-enroll in January 2012

But the investigation into her activities didn’t stop, and one of Powell’s mentors warned her that people were asking questions; shortly thereafter she got the expulsion letter, followed by the bill.

Grace officials declined to comment on Powell’s case, citing the Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act:

“Our student Code of Conduct, which is clearly outlined in the Student Handbook, states, 'Any student involved in sexually immoral behavior, including premarital sex, adultery, and homosexual acts, is at minimum placed on university probation and may be subject to a Judiciary Hearing.’ Prior to beginning classes at Grace University, all students must review the handbook and sign a document agreeing that they ‘will live according to the university’s community standards, policies and procedures as outlined in this handbook.’"

Still, it makes one wonder if Grace University punishes the heterosexual, sexually active students as readily and as harshly.

Michelle Roger, left, and Danielle Powell

For now, Powell, who is married to a woman, Michelle Rogers, creator of the Change.org petition ... you can sign it HERE—they were married in Iowa—is living in Omaha. And while she is pleased that her story has gained traction as a civil rights issue, she really hopes it calls attention to how many students are negatively affected—sometimes severely—by compulsory withdrawal.

“I think it’s planting a seed of change at that institution and other institutions like that.”—Danielle Powell.

Now, let’s discuss: Danielle Powell signed the handbook saying she wouldn’t engage in homosexual behavior or premarital sex, and that if she did there would be consequences. But, when presented with that handbook, Powell had never had a same-sex attraction, so signing it seemed a no-brainer.

Could she have left school when she realized her attraction to other woman? Surely; but then she’d give up a great part of her education at a school where she thought she’d be best prepared after graduation.

And again, I cannot help but wonder if Grace University uses spies to watch the straight students and then punishes them accordingly.

What’s good for the gay goose is good for the straight goose, too.

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Texas Governor, Miss Ricky Perry, Signs 'Merry Christmas' Bill Into Law

Down there in Texas, sitting amongst a bevy of sleigh bell-ringing Santa Claus impersonators, Governor, and Not Gay, Rick Perry signed a law that protects Christmas and other holiday celebrations in Texas public schools from legal challenges — but also stressed that freedom of religion is not the same thing as freedom from religion.

But it is, Blanche, but it is, if my religion is no religion.

This was all a show put on by Miss Ricky to shore up her Christian conservative credentials before traveling to Washington for the Faith & Freedom Coalition's "Road to Majority" conference with fellow wingnuts, dingbats, asshats, and hypocrites, Marco Rubio, Rand Paul and fellow Texan Ted Cruz.

Perry’s new legislation, which he calls the "Merry Christmas bill," was a bipartisan measure that sailed through the state House and Senate to reach Perry's desk; bipartisan in Texas doesn’t translate into bipartisanship for the rest of the country where we understand the meaning of Separation of Church and State.

His bill will remove legal risks of saying "Merry Christmas" in schools while also protecting traditional holiday symbols, like the menorah or the nativity scene, as long as more than one religion and a secular symbol are also reflected.

"I realize it's only June. But it's a good June and the holidays are coming early this year. It's a shame that a bill like this one I'm signing today is even required, but I'm glad that we're standing up for religious freedom in this state. Religious freedom does not mean freedom from religion."—Miss Ricky Perry

Miss Ricky’s press conference, and his apparent love of jolly bears with white beards in his offices, might have been spurred on by the fact that during the last Sunday of the Texas legislative session, Representative Donna Howard, a Democrat, offered the Texas House this prayer:

"We are fortunate to live in a country where we have the freedom to exercise the religion of our choosing while also being free from having any religion imposed upon us."

As she finished, many of her Conservative religious zealot colleagues held their own prayer session.

Miss Perry did not mention Donna Howard or her prayer, but he did invite cheerleaders from Kountze High School in East Texas to the signing ceremony; they were briefly barred by their school district from displaying banners with bible verses at football games.  Miss Perry, while signing the bill and ogling those jiggly bearded men’s bellies and nether regions, says his new law was for believers such as the Kountze cheerleaders, who wore red "I cheer for Christ" T-shirts.

And the bill's sponsor, Republican, of course, Reprehensible, er Representative Dwayne Bohac says he drafted it after discovering that his son's school erected a "holiday tree" last December because any mention of Christmas could spark litigation.

"We hope that this is a fire that will take off and become laws in the other 49 states."—Dwayne Bohac

I hope people in the other 49 get fired up and remind the state of Texas and wingnut dingbat asshats like Perry and Bohac that not everyone is Christian, and that not every one believes in God, and that everyone is represented by his “Merry Christmas bill.”

But then Rick Perry cares not a whit for people who don’t think like he does; you know, people whose brains fire on all cylinders.

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HGTV Star and Food Network Star! A Recap and Rant...Part Two

DESIGN STAR!!

I love a loft. The exposed brick walls, hardwood floors, high ceilings and wide-open spaces are cool, and funky and a bit of a challenge to design, so I was kind of anticipating this week’s challenge.

Until …. Since the loft features mostly warm wood-and-rustic-brick tones, the group—at Boris’ Miss America smile prodding—picked cool tones for the walls: purple and teal. How.Eighties.

They also decided that their ‘clients’ were a fashion gal and a rock star. How.Eighties.

Cris and Tylor: The Living Room

Tylor instantly tells us he doesn’t like Cris because she was on the bottom last week—maybe he’s used to bottoming, I dunno—so, well, you know that means Cris will out-do Tylor this week. The suspense of it all!

Tylor found an old VW hood and was going to paint it and turn it into wall art. I pictured fabulous high gloss sheen, but Tylor pictured dirty graffiti and the number 85. I know!

Cris found and old camera and tripod and put lighting package through it and made a floor lamp. And that’s what saved her. A lamp.

The living room was cool, and I liked some of the auto-bike-themed wall pieces, but the VW misstep killed me. I do think Tylor redeemed himself by turning a cigarette machine into a coffee table.

They’re safe.

Brooks and Jeribai: Den/Workspace

Jeribai instantly picked Brooks as his partner because Brooks won last week for his Smell-o-Design. And then this week, feeling rock star client-ish, Brooks air-guitars around the space until an idea comes to him. Luckily, the idea was a guitar cable chandelier because that was cool.

Jeribai—looking good in a muscle T—was more about corrugated metal along one wall. It was cool, but it was a bit of a yawn; as was his Find A Vintage Piece and Repurpose It.

He bought a stool and recovered it. He turned an un-upholstered stool into an upholstered stool.

Now that screams Design Star, no? No.

Brooks, for all his wackiness, and for all his I’m’a teacher and stuff, was a bit nervous during his Camera Challenge when he, um, painted an old record player, closed the lid and called it a table.

But, the cable chandelier, and the metal wall saved them.

Anne and Tiffany: Bedroom

Anne, for being on the bottom last week, turned into the Little Dictator this week. If Tiffany suggested something Anne said, ‘No.’ I was waiting for the bitchslap that never came.

Tiffany found an old sign to repurpose as a headboard and she wanted to paint it but Anne said, wait, what, ‘No.’ Which, I admit, was a good call. The bad call was Tiffany putting a string of blue lights inside the piece to light it up. I would have painted the wall behind it, and let that shine through, but I’m not on the show so they didn’t get my idea.

Anne’s repurpose was an old desk as a table. I know! But she was good on camera, so she gets points there. Still, and this kills me, while the bedroom was probably the best room, Anne got the win because she picked out good bedding.

Yes, the judges praised her for redeeming herself this week and getting sheets and blankets.

She gets the win this week and I say, Design Star, my ass.

Abby, Boris and Jessie:  Foyer, Dining Room, Kitchen

Jessie instantly declared, ‘I’m the loft queen’—though I thought the real queen was Boris—and you know what that means for Jessie.

Boris and Jessie seemed to dominate Abby, making her paint, and then repaint, the walls, and charging her with all the sewing of drapes for Jessie’s kitchen space, while they shopped and had cappuccino’s and biscotti out and bout.

And Abby took it. Which meant her foyer was like a giant cave with a tiny black table in the center and a purple rug beneath. If that’s the first impression of someone’s home, I’m’a be thinking they living in a crack den.

Boris’ dining room was another big space, with the table pushed against the wall near a banquette. When you have a huge space, why shove everything against one wall. I mean, if I was having dinner there, it wouldn’t be worth the twenty minute trek to the kitchen for more wine.

Speaking of the kitchen: Jessie the Loft Queen tackled the kitchen; didn’t design it, mind you, but she bought accessories and painted the bar and hung the drapes that Abby sewed. She found some old Safe Deposit boxes to use as spice racks, which I thought was a good idea until she painted them gold. Gold? Oh.Honey.No.

Boris gets saved to practice his Miss Congeniality speech, while Abby and Jessie go Bottom Two.

And guess what? The Loft Queen went home. Color me surprised, but don’t color me teal and purple.

MY TAKE

I knew Jessie was going the minute she said ‘I’m the loft queen.’

Boris' smile is creepy.

To hear The Goiter praise someone for buying good sheets kills me.

What’s a Sabrina Soto?

FOOD NETWORK STAR!!

Like Design Star, Food Network Star is down to ten contestants, and this week is all about surprises and food knowledge.

The Mentor Challenge: show the judges that they can use a Mystery Ingredient—and make it the star of the dish—and tell us all about it.

Chad—who shows off his pecs in a T-shirt… thankyouverymuch—gets Salsify, which he keeps calling Sassify until Bobby Flay corrects him like a Harsh Schoolmarm. He makes a Salsify-Corn-Bacon Hush Puppy that Bobby also calls dense.

Danushka—who tries telling us that she’s funny while looking smug and bored—gets Dragon Fruit. She makes a Shrimp Salad put atop sliced Dragon Fruit. She’s called ‘not creative.’ Not funny.

Russell got Arrowhead Root and paired it with some of his Sins, AKA Pecan Pesto which overpowered the starchy root.

Viet is given Umeboshi—salted, pickled plum—and creates a gorgeous looking Crab and Avocado with Umeboshi Vinaigrette. Alton said he needed more Umeboshi and if Alton says it, you know it’s true. But, again Viet, points for cuteness and creativity. 

Lovely uses her Rambutan—a fruit which tastes like peach—to make a bread pudding with Champagne and Raspberry sauce. Naturally, her glammed up sauce overpowered the dish.

Rodney uses Karela, AKA Bitter melon, to make a salad with berries and gin. Alton liked that the Bitter Melon was the star of the dish.

Damaris gets Mango Pickle, which she says, and I’ll take her word for it, tastes like bacon. So, she makes a sautéed cabbage and cauliflower concoction that Bobby Fly liked. Go figure.

Chris, who comes off as arrogant—he makes fun of the Pec-adorable Chad’s pronunciation—gets Bottarga, which is a dried fish rub and very powerful. He uses it sparingly in a salad; so sparingly Alton said he couldn’t taste it.

Nikki, the veggie gal, gets Cuttlefish, and so she, too, makes a salad with a cuttlefish garnish because she likes the veggie to be the star. Alton disagrees.

Stacey uses her Durian—a weird sea creature-looking fruit that stinks to high heaven but tastes sweet—to make a custard. It was good, but her rambling presentation was off-putting.

Rodney and Damaris win the Mentor Challenge and get to sit out the Star Challenge, though they are tasked with judging their fellow chefs. Uh.Oh.

Star Challenge: Chopped, with special guest judge because Giada’s gone shopping, is latest Iron Chef, Alex Guarnaschelli.

Team One: Chad, Viet, Russell and Danushka. Their basket contains hot dogs, beer, peanuts and cotton candy. I automatically thought Hot dogs and beer, with a side of peanuts and a cotton candy dessert. I win?

Chad made Hot Dog Waffles with Cotton Candy Beer Syrup. His presentation was good, and the judges liked that he was able to make a good waffle. I liked that he wears tight T’s.

Viet made a Hot Dog and Beer Ramen. If you’ve ever smelled hot dog water, I bet you’d think this idea sucked, but the judges liked him though they want him to be more passionate in his presentation.

Russell added tofu to processed dogs and made a dumpling of sorts. He got props for tofu usage, but dinged for running long in her presentation. Sinful.

Danushka looked bored, and told the judges she was bored, and made a Dog Rocket, or something, with Sriracha sauce. Damaris said she looked bored, and that made Danushka come alive because How dare Damaris say that! They liked the food, hated her personality.

Team Two: Stacey, Lovely, Nikki, Chris. Their basket was Chicken Nuggets, Fruit Leathers, Goldfish Crackers and Apple Juice.

Stacey decided to use her 30 minutes to make a Chicken Pot Pie. She barely finishes—using Chris as a helper—and her Pot Pie is barely cooked.  The judges say that even if she finished, and even if the pot pie was fully cooked, it still would have been awful.

Lovely makes Stuffed Pepper, or Stuffing on a slice of Pepper with Apple Juice. Alex called it too sweet, and Alton called her too smooth—like she’s reading a script—in her presentation.

Nikki—the veggie gal, lest any of us ever forget—makes a Broccoli and Chicken Nugget Deep Fried Spring Roll with a Sweet-and-Spicy Sriracha Dipping Sauce. Alex loved it, and fellow competitor Rodney ‘dug’ it.

Chris decided to turn the nuggets into Fried Chicken and makes a Fruit Leather and Apple Juice Gastrique. He gets done so fast that he’s able to help Stacey not finish her pot pies. But, in his presentation, he mentions having a ‘broken life’ and using food to build himself back up. He’s a former drug addict and alcoholic who says he used food and cooking to heal. Suddenly, I like Chris, and will forgive, a little bit, his arrogance.

MY TAKE

Chris gets saved by his story and his gastrique, while Viet’s finesse keeps him in the game. Lovely, while too robotic, and Stacey, even unfinished, are also safe. Nikki is the last of the savees. Savees? Really, Bob?

So Russell, of the Sins, and Danushka, of the Funny, are Bottom Two and, well, as happens in life, sinfulness always beats boring.

Danushka packs her knives and hits the road on a Highly Unsuccessful Comedy Tour.

Phi Delta Theta Claims They Are Victims Of Anti-LGBT Racist Prank

Iran Becton

Ah, summertime. The days are long and hot, and the racists are out in force. Last week it was a little boy singing the National anthem, and then it was an elected official from Iowa, and now it’s a college fraternity in Chicago.

Iran Becton, an African American postal carrier in Chicago, on a delivery he made to the University of Chicago’s Phi Delta Theta fraternity on campus:

“About a week after Memorial Day, I had an order to bring 79 of the boxes. I came to the address and explained to the frat member that I would have a lot more supplies. I went back to the truck for the boxes about six or seven times. After the last trip, one of the frat guys came out and said it was a practical joke. Another guy said that I should read the name backwards and I’ll get the joke.”

The name on the packages was ““Reggin Toggaf”.

‘F****t N****r”

Oh, my, what a quality prank! I mean, when you can denigrate two groups of people with one prank—two birds with one racist homophobic stone—don’t you just deserve some kind of award? Or maybe you deserve some kind of smack-down. 

Mack Julion, president of a local National Association of Letter Carriers branch, was told that it was a practical joke by another fraternity and now Phi Delta Theta is trying to defend itself from the indefensible by blaming ‘that other guy’—the guy they have yet to name. I guess that makes it okay in their book.

Phi Delta Theta

Bob Biggs, executive vice president of the Phi Delta Theta international fraternity, says, “The locals members are baffled. They don’t know who is doing this.”

Maybe they could question the guy who pointed out the bigoted name on the boxes to Iran Becton after Becton delivered every single box; maybe that guy knows something.

I don’t know if Phi Delta Theta is the racist fraternity, or if, as they say, it was another frat house playing a joke on them, and I personally don’t care. In no world, on no one’s side of this, is this acceptable, or funny, or even falling into the category of prank, because the name on the boxes had nothing to do with the fraternity so the joke isn’t on them.

The ‘joke,’ as these people are calling it, is on the African American and LGBT community’s because, you know, we don’t matter, and we can be made fun of, and targeted and treated as something to be laughed at.

Except it’s not funny.

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Steve King: King of the Racist Tweeters

Last week, minutes after Sebastien De La Cruz finished singing the National Anthem at a professional basketball game, racist fools took to Twitter calling him every derogatory name they could amass from their tiny brains and demanding that he be returned to his home country. [See post HERE]

Note: he’s American so he is home.

But, it got me wondering about what kind of fool wants to spout their racism via the interment for the entire world to see and about a minute later I got my answer.

Steve King, delusional Republican asshat Congressman from Iowa is that kind of fool. King, who pushed a restrictive amendment in the House of Representatives basically calling for the end of deferred action for DREAMers, took his opinions to Twitter and Tweeted the following:

And then he added this:

And then these are the “brazen” illegals to whom he was referring:

One of the leaders of the protest, Julieta Garibay, said the protesters—dressed in caps and gowns and carrying signs that said "future teacher," "future lawyer" and other professions—wanted to remind King that "we are here to contribute to the country we love."

"The House GOP has a choice: Will they stand with Steve King and his push to return to deporting Dreamers, or will they do the right thing and lead on immigration reform for our families?"— Julieta Garibay.

I guess the racist fools with Twitter accounts have a leader, and the people of Iowa elected him to  Congress. And here are some folks who pointed out King's racism:

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Sunday Funnies

I Ain't One To Gossip But .....

I don’t know how she does it, but Lindsay Lohan has crack-hustled her way out of the Betty Ford Center.

Now, she isn’t on the streets and endangering all of us with her wack driving, because she just switched up the BFC for Cliffside rehab in Malibu.

Yay! Beach parties and booze, and, possibly, more of her beloved Adderall.

What is irksome is that the rehab switcheroo is AOK with the courts. Seriously. Um, judge? Why not make her stick it out in one place and maybe actually get some real help rather than listening to her midnight sobs about no ADD meds and then letting her leave?

But they all say Betty Ford is better suited for a 30-day program, which Lohan has completed—then why put her there is the first place?—and she’d be better off completing the remainder of her 90-day sentence at a new place.

I thought rehab was where you went to get well, not where you went for a vacation until you got bored and then checked out and went somewhere else. This is part of her punishment, no? This is a criminal sentence, no?

Apparently not for Lindsay.

So, Matthew Morrison. The is-he-or-isn’t-he gay star of Glee. I remember when there were photos of him ALLEGEDLY kissing another man but he says there weren’t him and so …

That’s the most exciting thing about Matthew Morrison. See, he’s boring. Coma inducing boring. And he proves it himself by the things he says.

Matthew Morrison, on the last time he was nervous:

"I'm back in New York for a while, and I guess I'm nervous about the subway. I just want to make sure I still remember how to get around. I got lost yesterday, and it was nerve-racking trying to be the great New Yorker that I once was." 

Wow. That shaved some much needed seconds off my life.

Matthew Morrison, on how he over-eats:

"Last night I broke down and got a Reese's and ate both cups. I try not to have too much sugar, but every now and then you just have to get nasty. That and Almond Joy are my go-tos." 

Dear God! Both cups!!?! I think someone needs to see a shrink about all that binge eating.

Matthew Morrison, on getting angry at IKEA:

"Two days ago at IKEA in Brooklyn. I have a small apartment, and we are redoing it, and it's hard to find smaller furniture. We were shopping for a couch, and I was very short with people because no one was helping us. I didn't go off; I just got quiet. I never lose my cool."

So, he didn’t get angry, he got quiet. Now, if he would just stay that way.

Matthew Morris …. Yawn.

Poor Justine Bieber, he cannot have it all :::foot stomp pout::::.

While he might be ready to fly in space—let’s hope that comes true—and getting tattooed, and getting hit with another paternity suit, but one thing Little Miss JB cannot do?

Get into Lure nightclub in Hollywood.

It seems Justine tried to sneak into Lure during their Toxic Luau Beach Day party but was turned away at the door because he wasn’t old enough. Or was it tall enough? No, that’s at Disney where he can’t ride space Mountain because he doesn’t stand taller than Mickey’s outstretched arm.

A source—and you know it’s Selena Gomez—says, “Someone from Justin’s team had come earlier in the day and told the club that he would be showing up. The club told him they wouldn’t let him in because he’s not 21. Bieber came anyways and tried to sneak in through a back door.”

I will refrain from Justin Bieber getting in the back door; or even getting it in the back door.

See, just as his bodyguard was carrying him inside, rapper Game gave him a shout out from the stage and security saw him and then carried Justine and the bodyguard out the way they came.

I think the kid is still outside the door throwing a tantrum.

So, back to Lindsay, who continues to enthrall, even when she’s transferring rehabs.

Why, you might wonder, did she leave the Betty Ford Center? And what did they think of the cracktress?

Well, she was a raging diva bitch who refused to do anything that was asked of her, so the staff at the BFC couldn’t wait to see her leave; in fact, I bet it was the staff who suggested she get the eff outta there.

A source—Brooke Mueller, Charlie Sheen’s ex, from a room down the hall where she’s attempting her 27th rehab stay—says, “Lindsay skipped group therapy, she refused to go for several days [because ] she thought people were giving out information on her. That was her excuse.”

But skipping group therapy was just the start.

“She was making life hell for those around her every day. Lindsay was demanding her Adderall, which she was not given. But she kept demanding it and was highly disruptive.”

In fact, before a deal was struck to let Lindsay finish her 90 days in Malibu, rumor had it that Betty Ford was planning on kicking her skank ass to the curb.

It’s sad when your own doctors tell you they’ve had enough.

I expect Lindsay to skate through her remaining sixty days and then get arrested for drunk driving when she leaves Cliffside in August.

Now, onto to another diva bitch: Kanye West.

It seems Miss Kanye is fed up with being followed around by photographers, but, um, didn’t he think that would be an issue when he knocked up a woman who’s made a life of whoring herself out for publicity? Think much, Kanye? No, say nothing, I’m’a let you finish in a minute.

It seems Kanye—AKA Yeezus, or something—was walking around New York with his boys … read between the lines … when a photographer asked, from a distance because that bitch’ll swing on ya, “What’s good, Kanye?”

Kanye’s response: “DON’T ASK ME QUESTIONS, MAN!” 

So the photographer said goodbye, but then made a fatal error; he wished Kanye a happy birthday.

Kanye’s response: “ SHUT UP! DON’T EVER TALK!”

Funny, that’s what I say to Kanye.

Ah, Paltrow. Still talking.

She was everywhere for a few months, being named the Most Beautiful and the Most Hated in the same week, and getting all kinds of press for Iron Man and for being such a Kanye-West-Justine-Bieber diva bitch at the Met Gala.

Then she shut up and all was right with the world.

And now, I guess because she’s as over herself as the rest of the world, she’s been warning friends and business associates not to participate in an upcoming Vanity Fair article about her.

Rumor has it that Paltrow was set to collaborate on a cover story, but declined when she realized no one likes her. But, then VF said they would do the story without her, which you know means it’s not gonna be nice, but it is gonna be good, and Paltrow began issuing directives to her minions friends.

Friends? I kid. Friend.

So, this is odd, but when you consider it’s Jessica Simpson, it kinda makes sense.

Christopher Hurst and Tracy Gregory of Louisiana have filed a lawsuit against Jessica Simpson, OK! Magazine and Getty Images for using a picture of their child without asking for their permission.

See? That’s Christopher and Tracy’s baby right there on the cover of OK! Magazine looking absolutely terrified, because he’s in fear she’s gonna smother him with Ranch dressing and eat him.

It all started when Jessica did a meet-and-greet at a Dillard’s in Louisiana in 2011, Christopher took his teenage daughter to meet her, and also brought along his infant son, also named Christopher. While in line, two people told Christopher that he should get a private picture of Jessica and his baby son, so when he reached the front of the line, Hurst put his son on the table in front of Jessica.

A photographer from Getty immediately started clicking away, and never asked for permission from Hurst, and then six months later Christopher saw the picture of Jessica Simpson and his baby on a cover of OK! Magazine.

Christopher and Tracy Hurst’s lawsuit claims the picture is made to look like that of Simpson and her baby, and that Simpson was paid $800,000 by a different celebrity magazine for the first pictures of her baby and Christopher and Tracy got bupkis, nada, zip, zero.

Now, Christopher and Tracy want $75,000 in damages because they believe Simpson was in on the scheme and “knew that she would appear on front of the magazine with [baby] Christopher in her arms and that she had financial motive through the publicity she received.”

To be fair, Simpson is not smart enough to come up with this plan on her own, but she had to have known—we hope—that the baby in the picture wasn’t her actual baby. Right?

More on Miss Kanye.

Remember last week when he made a two-second appearance at Baby Mama Kim Kash Kow Kardashian’s baby shower/TV special?

Yeah, he wasn’t happy about having to be there, but apparently, in a Kimye relationship what’s good for the Rapping Goose is good for the Gold-digger Gander.

Kanye recently celebrated his sweet 36th birthday at Miss Lily’s in NYC with Beyoncé, Jay-Z, Scott Disick, Jonathan Cheban, Nas, Aziz Ansari and David Blaine, but not on the guest list was one Kim Kardashian.

Now, you might say, Well, she’s 18 months pregnant and probably couldn’t fly, but then that doesn’t answer the question why Kanye didn’t have his widdle party in California since he was out there not attending the baby shower?

Plus, you know Kim would’a hauled her ass onto a plane, and paid for the two extra seats she’d need, to be able to get her picture taken with Beyoncé.

The time clock is ticking down on this relationship.

So, I ranted a bit on Thursday about adulterer and Twitter-aholic LeAnn Rimes and her publicity blitz for her new album Spitfire. She was all, This is my best work and It’s so personal and I wrote about being a cheater and Buy it! BUY IT!! Buy it!!!

Alas, no one did. Spitfire debuted at #36 and sold just 10,000 copies its first week.

Spitfire? More like Misfire.

And lastly, let’s end the weeks’ gossip with the Story of Sad, Vengeful Grandma, AKA Demi Moore.

Friends—these are friends?—are claiming fifty-year-old Demi is getting revenge on her thirty-five-year-old ex, Ashton Kutcher, by showing off his, um, shortcomings.  His penis.

According to an insider—and it’s gotta be one of her girls, maybe the one whose boyfriend Mama stole—says Demi has some revealing images of Ashton’s willie on her phone that appear to show he’s a little short in that area.

Demi had previously been known to say that while Ashton was a great lover, he was a little handicapped in the size department. And,  Demi isn’t the first ex to discuss Ashton’s manhood; back in 2003, the late Brittany Murphy went on a talk show and hinted that Ashton wasn’t well-hung and then apologized for the comment.

Or apologized for his lack of endowment.

This whole thing reminds me of something … oh yeah, a heartbroken high school girl whose football player boyfriend dumped her for another cheerleader and so she starts with the Small Dick Talk.

Except that Demi is decades out of high school.