Q: When did Michael Jackson get a sex-change operation?
Jenna Jameson: Looking at the man in the mirror, thinking she should change her ways
My God — it's adult film star Jenna Jameson!
Pictured here at Sunday's Oscar ceremony, Jenna is decked out in what appears to be Oscar de la Cryptkeeper. Deflated volleyballs by Rawlings.
Look, T.A.M.S.Y. doesn't even care about Jenna Jameson. It's nothing against porn stars — I'm just not that into women whose breasts look like they were installed by a team of landscapers. Call me old-fashioned.
Still, I can't help but be disturbed by Jenna's decade-long evolution from sexy college co-ed to icky collagen cokehead. [photo via Attu Sees All]
Because it's not just Jenna. Plastic surgery is destroying the faces of all our nation's most beautiful and/or glamorous and/or easy women.
The first stage is when their faces take on that weirdly taut Zellweger/Kidman look, like leather stretched around a Precious Moments figurine. Once they've gotten that far, there's no turning back. It's only a matter of time before they follow Jenna into the second stage, whereupon their faces melt off altogether. I wanted to call it Zellweger Syndrome, but apparently, that's already taken.
You might be wondering how Frankenstein Jameson is still able to score hulking masses of himbo meat like the one pictured above.
The thing is, that dude's not even straight. And he's not her date. He just heard that an adult film star had entered the building, and he assumed from the look of things that it was Peter O'Toole. Whom he thinks is a gay porn star from the 70s.
The better question is how Jenna Jameson got invited to the Oscars in the first place. Maybe she was hired as a seat-filler! If there's anything Jenna understands, it's getting your seat filled.
SOMETHING FOR THE HIGHBROWS: What, my porny one-liners aren't good enough for you? Perhaps you might find yourself more stimulated by Nathanial Hawthorne's 1943 short story "The Birthmark." It is tragically relevant.






