Is it me or does it seem like nobody wants to admit that they just like to cheat? I don’t know anyone who’s faithful nowadays. Do you?

I mean really, people love cheating! Well that is until they get caught, then the tears start falling and the speeches start flowing about how they’ve been secretly fighting “themselves” concerning their very serious sexual addictions and have lost control.

[Laughs] Oh pa-leeeeeeeease!!!

The reality is you got caught! You don’t have a sex addiction problem, you have a “keep your d*ck in your pants” problem or keep your legs closed problem. Let’s call it like it is. If you won’t then I will!!

The whole “I’m a sex addict” routine is a growing pandemic. Case in point, when singer Eric Benet was going through his marital bouts and eventual divorce from la bonita chica Halle Berry, he claimed his infidelity was a result of an insatiable appetite for sex (thank God he’s not a vampire).

Anyways, once the smoke cleared Benet told New York Magazine, “Sex addiction is a real thing, you know. In retrospect, it’s not what I would label my situation,” adding his unfaithfulness was more a result of “Making some stupid-ass, stupid-ass mistakes.” No sh*t Sherlock!

So he continued to play up the story that he had a sexual disorder, and was thus a pseudo-victim, as an excuse for his inability to keep his soldiers from marching on any other women’s berries not named Halle. And they say beautiful people have it all! I doubt it.

On to the next….

More recently, Jesse James and Tiger “just add water” Woods have checked themselves into sexual rehabilitation facilities after getting caught out there dipping into dirty ponds for a lack of better words.

Sex addiction isn’t a disorder that inflicts people once you gain a certain level of money or prestige, so one look at Tiger and you can  speculate that he didn’t pet the kitty much growing up and now that he has money and fame he’s sowing his oats. Obviously he’s dealing with entitlement issues. Many successful, top-of-your-game men have that dilemma.

As for James, checking into a clinic specializing in sex addiction, among other addictions, was a plain old public relations stunt to sanitize his damaged public image and a desperate ploy at salvaging his marriage to actress Sandra Bullock – too bad it failed.

This leads me to my main point. This whole “sex addict” phenomenon allows people to justify cheating, especially for celebrities. I wonder if average Joes can claim a good “sex addiction” to garner the same sympathy as their more famous counterparts?

Truth is people love sex, and wealthy celebrities can afford to create disorders. So my best advice to you is the next time you get caught out there take a few plays from the celebrity handbook and have your closest rehab facility on speed dial.

Oh, and wrap it up – that’s the very least you scoundrels can do!

I want to discuss reality dating shows. I enjoy a good reality show just as much as the next over-opinionated know-it-all. But “reality television dating” more closely resembles a cluster f^#k of human petri dishes than comedic entertainment.

After watching a few seasons of Flavor of Love, I Love New York, For the Love of Ray J, Real Chance of Love, and more recently, The Jersey Shore, my question is, “Why are we so enamored with has-been celebrities looking for a career revival on the backs of chicken-heads and never-were celebrities getting drunk and hooking-up?”

Seriously, even the most reserved church going farm girl turns trick by the end of the season in hopes of being the “one-and-only” for some D-list celebrity. Come on! These celebrities are searching for a long needed payday more than they are looking for love, commitment and whatever other B.S. these lifelong groupies claim they can provide.

I highly doubt, for instance, that Ray J has any issues meeting a companion if he’s truly in search of love. The benefit for him, Flavor Flav, Bret Michaels and other has-beens is a steady pay check and a brief rejuvenation of otherwise flat-lining careers.  Careers that need serious mouth-to-mouth resuscitation – literally – ewww!

And it works!

The celebrity bachelors and bachelorettes gain new found fame, wealth and a new younger fan base; while the show’s participants act a fool, fight, f^#k and suck their way into confusion for high network ratings. And if they’re lucky, possibly gain a spinoff show that allows the world to see just how retarded they really are. (hmmm, does Tiffany Pollard aka New York come to mind?)

The rest ride the wave of the circus-like names given to them with the network logos in front, promoting club nights, charity basketball games, music videos and other life-fillers until their dully lit flames fades out for good. Well at least until a silly “Do you remember?” stunt and event show digs them back up.

Don’t believe me? Besides the new girls who stay plastered to the TV screen during current re-runs of these reality “love” shows, how many names of “loved” ones can you remember from all of your rundown melo-dramas? Do you remember the names of those individuals who gained two seconds of fame for selling their souls to play a role in an episode of the cheap and desperate?

Need a second? Like Kat William, don’t worry I’ll wait!

Six women traveled to New Jersey to have their asses plumped with silicon injections.

However, plans to step out and shake their new assets were thwarted after the sextet became so ill they each required hospitalization.

The New Jersey Health Department reports non-licensed practitioners

“injected the ladies with a mixture of silicone, petroleum jelly and hardware-grade caulk.”

The injections were done in hotel rooms around Newark.

Officials fear more caulk cases could emerge and have issued an alert to hospitals and doctors.

Do I really have to spell out that low budget, hotel room procedures are not viable alternatives for plastic surgery performed by board certified doctors?