A Sale of Four Titties

It was a big week for sex tapes, Carrie Prejean coming clean about her solo video done when she was a mere teen, for a boyfriend's delectation, and Jennifer Lopez managing to nab a temporary restraining order against her first husband's pesky attempts to market their honeymoon fooling-around epic, which is apparently way better than Maid in Manhattan.

What the gals will do for their menfolk! Sheesh!

But not surprisingly, I'm more with J. Lo than with Carrie on all this.

The husband, Ojani Noa, is a skank who signed a nondisclosure agreement ages ago and who has still gone out of his way to try and feed off his long-dead relationship with a superstar, just to stay in the spotlight and in the black. Leave J. Lo alone!

Carrie, however, strikes me as more perpetrator than victim. She's a preachy, bible thumping hypocrite who has to continually address more and more indiscretions that don't mesh well with her deeply religious grain.

The only shocker about the deposed beauty queen at this point would be if a tape turned up of her doing something actually in the bible.