Meaningless Monday Minutiae

Lloyd Grove's Lowdown lives up to its name in delivering the downlow. In today's installment, we learn that at the height of passion, Carmen Electra apparently likes to scream, "Who's your ni ..., um, daddy?"

So claims ex-NBA star Dennis Rodman - who was married to the "Baywatch" babe for eight days in the late 1990s - in his memoir, "I Should Be Dead By Now," due out Nov. 1.

"Take it, n-! Go ahead, take it!" Electra allegedly screamed during their first romp in a Toronto hotel room, in 1998. "This is yours! Yours!"

Carmen is not amused.

The same column also informs us the Patty Hearst, who was "kidnapped" in 1974 and "forced" to rob banks, says Americans have become a bunch of whining fraidy-cats.

"I was kidnapped by terrorists. It's not like I'm numb to this and think it can't happen. But get real!" Hearst admonished. "There's so much weeping and wailing and memorializing, my feeling is it'd be a lot healthier if people didn't externalize so much and kind of bucked up a little bit."

OK, whatever. One question for you Newspaper Dearest: Are the people you pointed a gun at justified in being afraid of rich heiresses who use grandpa's money to bail you out of a jam?

Some people need to learn to just SDASTFU.

Oh, and stop the presses! Brittney's charity auction reels in the cash, minus one garment: a "jewel-encrusted" bra. Yet, like the auction, life goes on.

And, in closing, I love the headline on this article: "Yoko Ono Appears to Slight Paul McCartney." She is accused of breaking up the Beatles. I sincerely doubt Sir Paul will be bothered by anything she only says.