Who would hang a name on yewwww?

First and foremost, the irony here you'd need a Stay-Puft sized Alanis to sing about:

More outrage over GOP's approval of bondage-themed night out than systematic policy of actual bondage/torture.

True. Via Colson Whitehead, via Lizz Winstead. If you are not reading Colson Whitehead's Twitter, you are chexting yourself.

But! Evidently, da club where they ran up the controversial tab is not even a real bondage club. According to the Huffpo, (which knows from sex clubs, evidently "recent reviews testify to Voyeur being something of a 'velvet rope' type of place -- more a haven for celebrities to dip their toes into some sanitized version of outre culture than an out-and-out bondage club. Like a Ruby Tuesday of gothic sex at which you might see Mickey Rourke."

 So. Many. Questions. What, exactly, is Ruby Tuesday the softcore version of? Even The Gurgling Cod, who developed the 120 Days of Olive Garden concept, is puzzled. And why do they fail to mention that Mickey Rourke visits this club in his coke-dealing mime from the 70s persona? And Brody Jenner! I can't think of much that's more depressing than opening a sex club in West Hollywood and having it a) compared to a Ruby Tuesday, and b) having Bruce Jenner's son be your tentpole celeb. But speaking of such things, even though the magazine is much tamer than the book, it's nice to see the People's Pickle get some love from O -- on newsstands now -- look for the issue with Oprah on the cover.