So word on the street is that Kristen Davis has a sex tape that’s getting ready to hit the World Wide Web. Yeah, that’s right: Charlotte York made a sex tape.

Apparently an ex-boyfriend of hers sold some stills from the video to ClubTaylorRain.com. You need to have access to the members area to get all the shots, and I refuse to do that, but I’ll certainly post what I come across here.

Interesting timing, considering the Sex and the City movie will be hitting theaters soon. If they even think about calling this sex tape Oral Sex and the City, I’m suing someone for total lack of creativity.

Are these real? Photoshopped? Is Kristen Davis in for a wild sex scandal ride?

You decide.

NSFW photos are after the jump.

Update: Photos removed upon request.

‘Nuff said.

I can’t stop laughing.

So Vogue magazine has, for the first time in its history, featured a black man on its cover (in fact, they’ve only had three men total on their cover ever). That man is basketball superstar LeBron James, pictured with supermodel Gisele Bundchen.

The photo has writers and bloggers up in arms.

Say the girls at Jezebel: LeBron “seems to be embodying ugly stereotypes about black men: The wild, savage, white-woman-obsessed beast.”

And over at Feministe, they’re saying that “I see a scary animalistic black man, a primal scream, and a beautiful white woman. Google image King Kong for a comparison.”

I dunno. Personally, I don’t see a problem with this image, but, personally, I’m not black. Gisele doesn’t look particularly concerned to be there (as the girl does in the King Kong image), and LeBron looks like an athlete about to kick some ass. Why do we see a world-class black athlete looking like he’s ready to throw down and think to ourselves “That’s an animalistic black man” rather than “That’s a fierce athlete”? Why is he a black man first and an athlete second? For chrissake, the guy has a basketball, not a switchblade. If that were Jason Kidd, no one would be all like “Oh look at the brutality of the white man,” they’d be like, “Oh, yeah, that basketball dude’s on the cover of Vogue. Gisele’s face looks fat. Wanna go to the mall?”

All the fuss surrounding this photo, to me, is just further evidence of racism.

I thought it was way more offensive when they used that horrendous photo of Jennifer Hudson. I think the big fuss is just because it’s the cover of Vogue, and Vogue has not exactly been known historically for embracing, ya know, other races.

What do you guys think?

Offensive? Yes or no?

Bennifer II — that is, Ben Affleck and Jen Garner, hosted a fundraising event for Barack Obama on Sunday in Ben’s home town of Boston.

Affleck said he and his wife were just doing “their part for society,” which isn’t at all heavy-handed and obnoxious, but whatever.

You know, sometimes Ben Affleck annoys the fuck out of me, but I’ll tell you what I do like about him: he’s a rehab success story. After being a total drunkie for awhile, he got his ass to rehab, cleaned up, and stayed the fuck sober. And now he’s all involved in politics and shit. Which is, you know, annoying, but, still. Good for him. I’m really waiting for Lindsay Lohan to pull this shit. She’s a smart girl, and I can just see her, somewhere along the line, being all sober and preaching politics to us. It’ll be annoying, too, but in a really cute way.

Here’s the first shot of Britney on the set of How I Met Your Mother, with Josh Radnor.

Brit’s episode will air on March 24.

Which is also my birthday.

Oh, happy birthday to me!

Britney Spears was ordered to pay $375K to cover K-Fed’s legal fees in their child custody case. K-Fed’s attorney had originally asked for nearly $500K.

Spears’ attorney was all like “Kevin can pay his own legal bills” and then the judge was all like, “Fuck that, Britney Spears’ special brand of Britney Spears Bullshit is the reason this case dragged on for fucking ever” and then Brit was ordered to pay, as my sister would say, a “shit-ton of cash” to Kevin.

Whatever. This is chump change to Brit-Brit. She’s probably like “Oh, that’s just a week’s worth of Starbucks, just give him the money.”

Heather Mills McFugly finally settled her divorce from the Beatle — to the tune of $48.6 million.

It isn’t even close to what she was asking for originally, but still. I could live on that kind of money, I think.

“I’m so glad it’s over,” Mills said at an impromptu news conference. “It was an incredible result in the end to secure mine and my daughter’s future and that of all the charities that I obviously plan on helping and making a difference with — because you know it has been my life for 20 years.”

Jesus, Heather, no one’s happier it’s over than me. Not only does it mean that I don’t have to read about your stupid divorce proceedings anymore, it means the door is officially open for my ass to get in there and divorce Paul McCartney.