A half dozen comedians will stand up to breast cancer when they take the stage at Breast Cancer Be Trippin, an evening of comedy to benefit uninsured women in the fight against breast cancer. Breast Cancer Be Trippin will be held Wednesday, February 24th, at the National Comedy Theatre (733 Seward St., Hollywood), home to ComedySportz. BCBT3 begins at 8pm. Tickets are $25.

The evening of comedy includes performances by:

• Cat Davis (Cat on the Prowl)
• Megan Mooney (Comedy Central Presents)
• Whitney Cummings (Chelsea Lately)
• Sarah Silverman (The Sarah Silverman Program)
• Garfunkel & Oates (The Jay Leno Show).
• …and more.

Breast cancer is among the two deadliest cancers for American women. Everyone knows someone who’s been affected by breast cancer – moms, sisters, grandmothers, hair stylists, Christina Applegate. Breast Cancer Be Trippin is designed to get out a critical message and raise awareness among both men and women who might not normally spend time worrying about the disease.

Each day, over 100 American women die from breast cancer. That’s an average of one death every thirteen minutes. Overall, one in eight women in America will be diagnosed with breast cancer at some point in her lifetime. A leading risk factor for breast cancer is late detection. Women are advised to obtain a mammogram every other year after they reach the age of forty, yet a third of women over forty have not received a mammogram in the last two years.

If breast cancer is detected early enough, the patient has a 98% rate of survival, but unfortunately, almost 40% of breast cancer is not detected until the cancer has spread beyond the localized stage. Access to mammograms will facilitate early detection. However, Los Angeles County, alone, has over one million uninsured women – women who do not have easy access to mammograms – and there are nearly twenty million uninsured women nationally.

It sounds cliché, but in this case, a little really does go a long way. Our hope is that Breast Cancer Be Trippin will give people an immediate return for their donation – in this case, a night of comedy. Over the past two years, Breast Cancer Be Trippin has raised over $1,000 for the American Breast Cancer Foundation. For tickets, visit BreastCancerBeTrippin.com.

I really don’t know what to make of this story.

The interwebs have been on fire with rumors that Katy Perry (yeah, that Katy Perry) is dating Josh Groban (the easy listening heartthrob who makes middle-aged women swoon).

Katy Perry did her best to turn the wheels of the rumor mill by getting Groban’s name temporarily tattooed on her right breast… Except she spelled his name wrong. She spelled it with an i instead of an a.

Is that an understandable error on her part? Is her tattoo artist Juliette Lewis from The Other Sister? Or is this joke so meta that only Katy Perry and Andy Kaufman get it?

The world has lost a legend today as we all mourn the death of The King of Pop, Michael Jackson. But with all the attention pointed at the man on stage, I couldn’t help but think about the other side of the show: the fans. Since Elvis and then The Beatles, fans have been screaming until they go hoarse, cheering until they faint and trampling each other at the mere sight of these rockstars and actors. But why?

We’ve discussed the idea of Starfucking already. The girls I’m talking about are not the girls throwing their panties on stage and getting their cleavage signed. Most of these girls don’t even have cleavage. These girls don’t hang out waiting to get backstage for a sexcapade. I’m talking more about the obsessive, bedrooms wallpapered with pictures, crying if he looks at you, my life isn’t complete unless I can meet him Superfans. Teenage girls take fan-dom to a level that is incomprehensible. Superfans spend thousands of dollard to sit in the last row of a Hannah Montana concert. Superfans buy every piece of Jonas Brothers merchandise. Superfans are in the front row of a Michael Jackson concert and touch his hand when he reaches out– only to never wash it again for a year. Superfans cry their eyes dry for Sanjaya.

Superfans need to calm down. These stars don’t even know you exist and the fact that your night, or even worse, your life is made or broken by making eye contact is a little bit pathetic. Chill out. Twilight’s not worth the extremity, nor is Johnny Depp or Zac Efron. Neither are the Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana or any other overrated pop star. Elvis and The Beatles, on the other hand…

Dating coach Kira Sabin hosts Your Weekly Dating Makeover, a weekly internet radio show to help women in the dating scene. Along with her co-host Richard, Kira invited Eddie from Women Be Trippin onto this week’s show.

On the show, Eddie discusses the site, “the exceptions to the rule,” ugly friends, meeting guys at bars, wish fulfillment, the ultimate girl-on-girl insults, man-competition, a $3.7 million virginity price tag, I Remember Andrea, hiding from ex-boyfriends, internet stalking (aka lazy stalking), the lemonade diet, and the brazilian wax.

Women Be Trippin everywhere and all the time. Here’s the next chapter in our list of 101 Ways Women Be Trippin.

This is one that I’ve never understood. A girl meets a weird-looking dude on the street. She doesn’t think twice about it. But give that guy a bass guitar and a six-inch stage and he suddenly becomes irresistible.

1) Starfucking.

Starfuckers are attracted to anybody who’s got a stage under their feet and more than three people screaming their name. In fact, a Star’s attractiveness is directly proportional to the size of his fanbase. If he’s the keyboardist for the opening band at a coffeehouse, then he’s mildly attractive. But if he’s the biggest rock star in the whole world (even if that does make him 65 years old), then he’s fucking gorgeous.

What’s amazing is that this doesn’t just hold true for rock stars. Even angry, bitter, unattractive stand-up comics can be the recipients of a good starfucking. I guess all that matters is a stage and a spotlight.

2) Jersey Chasing

Like starfuckers, jersey chasers are only attracted to athletes. It doesn’t matter if he’s Wayne Gretzky or Jack Haley. All she wants is to be able to watch him play on game day and tell all her friends, “That’s the guy.”

The old cliche is that it’s not about the name on the back of the jersey, but the name on the front. Well, for jersey chasers, it’s all about the name on the back of the jersey. They could care less what team he plays for or if he’s any good.

3) “I Just Love a Man in Uniform.”

I’m not disqualifying the sacrifices that men in uniforms have to make, but why does it earn them an automatic fan club? Where does it end? Astronauts? The Coast Guard? Chief Wiggum?

As far as I can tell, there’s no male equivalent for starfuckers. No guy looks at Courtney Love and thinks she’s any hotter just because she was the lead singer of Hole. Nobody finds the Williams sisters more attractive because of their mammoth thighs and seventeen Grand Slams. And girl-firefighters might be some guys’ fantasies, but that fantasy includes hot women, not normal-looking goobers like “Goose” from Top Gun.

If you saw Juno or Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist or What Happens in Vegas, you unwittingly deposited money into the coffers of The Fempire.

The Fempire is a sorority of four screenwriters, the most famous of which is Diablo Cody, the writer behind Juno. I didn’t like the movie Juno, for much the same reason that I don’t like The Fempire. The movie was a thinly veiled love letter from Diablo Cody to America:

Dear America,
I’m cooler than you are.
Love, Diablo.

And now, all that self-congratulatory hipness has multiplied itself by four in the form of The Fempire. I don’t care that these four women get together and have naked writing parties. I don’t care that Diablo Cody still gets butterflies when Steven Spielberg calls her personally. I don’t care that they rent a limo and get drunk when one of their movies opens.

What bothers me is the 21st century “Girl Power” attitude, as if they were the screenwriter-trustees of the Spice Girls’ legacy. They’re not.

A friend of mine (5′8″, 115 lbs) recently came back from England with a story worth re-telling:

I was walking down the street, when I almost got hit by a car. I wasn’t paying attention, and it had to swerve to miss me. As it passed, the driver was, like, “Get out of the way, cow!” I cried for the rest of the day, until someone told me that, in England, cow is a way of calling someone stupid, not fat. After that, I felt way better.

This brings up an interesting point. Every girl knows that there are two insults so atrocious, there’s no way to come back from them. Fat and Slut. Yet, whenever girls are put into a corner, they lash out like giant scorpions, calling each other fatties and sluts, whales and whores, porkers and tramps.

Can’t we all just get along?

Recently, conservative radio host Laura Ingaham called Meghan McCain (Sen. John McCain’s daughter) a “plus-sized model.” I really have no opinion of Meghan McCain one way or the other, but what the hell did she do to warrant being called a fatty? And also, Laura Ingraham talks for a living, and she couldn’t come up with a wittier insult than “plus-sized model”?

Ladies need to cool down their rhetoric, or John McCain is gonna go P.O.W. on their asses.

Stormy Daniels - a porn star with absolutely no background in politics - may be running for the U.S. Senate from the state of Louisiana. After responding to a Craigslist ad, Stormy Daniels was recruited by a political action group who is hoping to remind voters of current-Senator Vitter’s scandalous history. (Senator Vitter admitted to soliciting the D.C. Madam.)

This would be one way to bring diversity to the Senate.

Traffic reporters from North Carolina have no business rapping. Not in the shower. Not in their cars. Especially not on TV, where they’re providing the news to thousands of concerned motorists.

Jennie Stencel has taken it upon herself to be “the wacky traffic reporter from the Tarheel State.” As the traffic reporter on NBC affiliate WXII, Jennie gets into all sorts of wacky shenanigans: She raps, runs with bulls, reads the traffic in Spanish (because Spanish is hilarious!), and shakes her butt in boxers. Meanwhile, thousands of drivers in Forsyth County, North Carolina, are forced to change the channel for reliable traffic news.