Emmy Rossum Explains Hollywood Sex Scenes
By Wyatt Earp | February 27, 2011
Now if she could just explain this thing called “sex” to me, I’d be good.
“It doesn’t make sense that the character would wear a bra and care at all about what she looks like when she’s having sex,” Rossum told Chelsea Handler during a visit on “Chelsea Lately” Monday night. “Sex is meant to feel good, and she wants to feel good. Her life is so sh***y in so many ways. Some people use alcohol, some people use gambling, and some people use sex.”
I agree. Lose the bra and release the hounds!
Topics: Babes | 8 Comments »
February 27th, 2011 at 9:49 am
I coimpletely fell for her in “Phantom”. She was absolutely great in “Songcatcher”. I understand “Shameless” is probably good for her career, but it is a morally bankrupt show. She disappointed me but I still like her.
February 27th, 2011 at 11:30 am
You had me at “Emmy Rossum”.
February 27th, 2011 at 12:07 pm
LDIV – Moral bankruptcy usually intrigues me. But then again, I’m a little insane.
Proof – Bam!
February 27th, 2011 at 4:08 pm
I’ve been financing my moral bankruptcy for several years now with Chinese morality, but the interest rates are going through the roof.
February 27th, 2011 at 4:28 pm
Richard – Lousy Asian markets!
February 27th, 2011 at 4:33 pm
Show me the boobies
February 27th, 2011 at 4:37 pm
Only a hottie could say something like this. Those of us who are fat and butt- s ugly know damn well to care about what we look like while having sex.
That’s why turning off the lights and getting under the covers is so essential for people like me to continue to have awkward, fumbling sex that lasts about 30 seconds.
My girl is already disapointed by my complete lack of foreplay, stamina, and endowment.
Do I really need to punish her further by making her look at my horrific naked body under the flickering light from my flourescent light bulbs in my bedroom?
I mean, I’m a selfish bastard in the bed. But I’m not sadistic.
February 27th, 2011 at 4:40 pm
Rick – Me too!
Ed – You and me both! Lights out, under the covers. Only way to get the wife to agree. Just sayin’.