I am always searching for pop culture happenings to see if anything piques my interest, and lo and behold, something has. Just when I think this story will die on the vine, it doesn't, and it grows and twists, which is rare in an era of hyperpublicists and iron-fisted curation of celebrity narratives and images. Stories like this require a perfect recipe of timing, luck, and a stubborn cast of players whose room-reading skills are shockingly horrible. Topped with a heavy dollop of gargantuan ego and a pinch of recklessness, garnished with entitlement, this dish is still simmering on the stove.  This story has been developing for months, with recent news that Blake Lively plans to testify in her ill-conceived case against Justin Baldoni next year. Baldoni is counter-suing for hundreds of millions and leaking salacious tidbits to the press, feeding the news cycles with fresh red meat. His astute team has taken the temperature and knows we need a distraction from the bleak political l...

Stars are going through it right now. Michelle Obama thinks she's "up next" after her mother's death (then insisted she was joking) (you're such a scream, Michelle); Smokey Robinson has been accused by several women of sexual assault, to which he's said only, "I am appalled;" and Justin Baldoni's charitable foundation, which advocates for criminal justice reform, has folded, presumably because he's buried in legal fees given his ongoing fracas with a tacky B-movie star with a ballooning A-movie star ego.  But just because the stars are going through it on Hump Day, doesn't mean we have to, right? Leap out of your chair, whirl delightedly, greet the day, and count your luck stars that you're not Michelle, Smokey or Justin. Now that's something to hump and be happy about.