In the market for a lightly used vintage wedding dress and engagement ring with just a faint patina of marital bad luck? What about a familiar striped workout leotard? Good news, then: Jane Fonda is selling a bunch of her shit.
God help me, I actually enjoyed reading Ivana Trump’s dishy, ridiculous, semi-autobiographical 1992 novel, For Love Alone. Except, of course, for the parts where I kept picturing Donald Trump in the throes of orgasm.