I was certain that I would never want a family of my own. I wouldn’t have entered porn if I had. I scoffed at the idea of being tied down in any way. But four years ago my brother was in a motorcycle accident, and I found myself thrust into the role of caregiver to my 4-year-old and 6-year-old nephews. My youngest nephew clung to me half asleep as I carried him from my car to his bedroom, and as I tucked him in, everything changed. I suddenly wanted a family of my own. That meant I needed to leave the adult business, but I wasn’t even slightly prepared. Like most of my colleagues, I had never considered an exit strategy. Worse, I felt I had no other skill sets.

A day in the life of a porn star might, on the surface, seem like the life of a Hollywood A-lister. Shopping in Beverly Hills, getting $500 facials, and spending thousands on shoes that will rarely see the light of day. But take one look at performer contracts and you will notice some major differences. Hollywood actors have a union, health insurance, and even earn residuals on their projects. Porn actors have none of these things. Once the money jar is drained on fashion, facials, and shoes, that’s it. There’s no more. So retirement is a tricky concept.

In 1983, the poster for a new movie called Mr. Mom showed Michael Keaton as a perturbed dad, his two kids wreaking havoc as he held his baby at arm’s length while his business-suit-clad wife cheerfully walked out the door. Thirty years later, pop culture’s stay-at-home dad hasn’t progressed very far beyond that. Cue the laugh track.

Last month, a Pew study showed that 40 percent of U.S. households now have a woman as the leading breadwinner. Fox News’s Juan Williams said the change was “hurting our children” while a professor of economics and behavioral science at the University of Chicago, Richard H. Thaler, argued in The New York Times that it was leading to the “decline in the formation and stability of marriages.” This despite the fact that, according to the U.S. Census Bureau, 20 percent of fathers with working wives regularly care for their children (by comparison, 23 percent of marriages were found to have stay-at-home moms).

Charles Saatchi has admitted assaulting his wife Nigella Lawson, and accepted a police caution after a five-hour interrogation at a central London police station.

This morning, Tuesday, he told the newspaper for which he writes, The Evening Standard: "Although Nigella made no complaint I volunteered to go to Charing Cross station and take a police caution after a discussion with my lawyer because I thought it was better than the alternative of this hanging over all of us for months."

His admission of assault came yesterday, after a day in which the multi-millionaire art dealer provoked outrage when he attempted to dismiss the incident as a 'playful tiff'.

During halftime of the NBA Finals Game 5 between the San Antonio Spurs and the Miami Heat, a three-minute black-and-white commercial piqued the interest of rap aficionados everywhere.

In the clip, mega-rapper Jay-Z is seen working in a recording studio with—at various points—music producers Rick Rubin, Swizz Beatz, Pharell Williams, and Timbaland. The clip is laid over a strident piano line that segues into cuts of several insane beats.

Oh dear.

During Sunday night’s Miss USA pageant, which was broadcast on NBC live from Las Vegas, Miss Utah, Marissa Powell, took the stage and, flanked by co-hosts Nick Jonas of the Jonas Brothers and Giuliana Rancic of E! News, picked a card from a fishbowl. She drew “Judge No. 3” to answer a question from NeNe Leakes, star of the Bravo reality series The Real Housewives of Atlanta.

Here’s a sure-fire way to get the No. 1 record in the country: engineer a fake controversy by making an unrated version of your video featuring strutting, mostly naked supermodels. That’s the route blue-eyed crooner Robin Thicke took with his single “Blurred Lines,” which sits atop the Billboard charts this week, ending Macklemore’s long reign.

The video, which was banned from YouTube at the end of March, continues to live on in its full naked glory on Vevo—coincidentally, a partner of YouTube—where salacious viewers can view three models, Emily Ratajkowski, Jessi M’Bengue, and Elle Evans, wearing nothing but shoes and nude-hued thongs, as they cavort and dance and flirt with Thicke, Pharrell, and T.I., who are all fully clothed. The group play with weird, nonsensical props—a needle, a lamb—and in between the screen intermittently flashes hashtags (i.e., #Thicke).

In This Is the End, James Franco, Seth Rogen, and Danny McBride play the roles they were born to play: themselves. The film follows the stars and a dozen or so of their famous friends—including Michael Cera, Mindy Kaling, Jason Segel, Emma Watson, and, strangely, Rihanna—as they grapple with the world ending around them. As it turns out, they do so selfishly, obnoxiously, and despicably.

The actors all play exaggerated, unflattering, deplorable versions of themselves, and hilarity ensues when the A-listers act like total jerks and do unfathomably shocking things. Who reveals an alarming cocaine habit? Who has sex with the devil? If you’re one of the people who helped the film earn $32 million since its release Wednesday, take our quiz to see if you can match the bad deed from the film with the star who commits it.

When Lauren Conrad first hit television screens in 2004 on the MTV reality show Laguna Beach, no one thought that the then-18-year-old would still be going strong at 27—but she is. It’s been four years since Conrad last appeared on one of the network’s quasi-scripted cinematic dramas, leaving Laguna’s spinoff show, The Hills, in 2009. But the consummate Cali girl is still booking major magazine covers: she was just announced as Marie Claire’s July cover girl last week, following massively successful covers for fashion titles like Lucky and Glamour. Last week also marked the release of Conrad’s eighth book, Infamous. And that’s not to mention the sustainable e-commerce site on its way, which will add to her already-successful fashion and beauty lines.

All this makes Conrad something of a reality-star anomaly—and it reflects her exhaustive campaign over the last nine years to get young women to love her. To be sure, she attracts more of the Pinterest kind of crowd than the type of girls found on, say, Bang With Friends. Her fans may not be the world’s edgiest, but unlike her fellow small-screen celebs’, Conrad’s fame is not one built on bitch-slaps and drunken sex-capades. The most controversial thing she has done was outrage literary purists with a DIY video on how to make a “Bookshelf Box,” where she slashed apart the entire Lemony Snicket series to construct a book-binding-embellished storage unit.

Conrad is the button-nosed poster girl for women who dream of dinner parties and white linens. She’s embodied that archetype from the moment she first appeared on Laguna Beach, with her perfect blonde ponytails. “Lauren Conrad markets herself almost as a Martha Stewart,” Katherine Riley, a Los Angeles-based Lauren Conrad fan, told The Daily Beast (she even once wrote a college thesis on Laguna Beach and The Hills’s effect on reality TV). “She just kind of seems disgustingly perfect sometimes.”