Jane Fonda Is NOT Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi’s Marriage Counselor

Jane Fonda is NOT giving marriage counseling to Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi, despite the

latest absurd report from the National Enquirer, which has spent years spreading false rumors of problems for the couple. According to a so-called “insider” for the magazine, “Jane has been counseling Ellen and Portia. She’s become their unofficial therapist. Ellen and Portia get Jane on a conference call and they talk for hours!”

The Enquirer insists DeGeneres and de Rossi are on the verge of a $220 million divorce. It’s been saying the same thing for years. It’s wrong. But the new angle added this week is the allegation that they’ve turned to Fonda for emergency help.

“Ellen trusts Jane, and feels comfortable discussing their problems, which range from arguments over spending and cheating fears, to dealing with Portia’s past history of substance abuse and eating disorders,” says the Enquirer source, explaining that Fonda has dealt with similar issues. The magazine’s insider later adds, “Jane tells Ellen she can be too controlling. She suggested that Ellen give Portia more breathing space.”

The tabloid tipster says, “Now Ellen and Portia credit her with bringing their relationship back from the brink.” Their relationship was NEVER on the brink. As Gossip Cop has repeatedly reported, these rumors of a troubled marriage were NEVER true. The Enquirer INVENTED them, and then INVENTED Fonda’s involvement as the couple’s de facto counselor. A source close to the situation tells Gossip Cop the story is “totally made up.”

Depression 'no joke'; surfer Sunny Garcia asks fans for help

Sunny Garcia was once a dominant force in pro surfing. He won the world surfing title in 2000, and before retiring from full-time competitive surfing he claimed six Triple Crown of Surfing crowns, at his home breaks on Oahu’s North Shore.

But Garcia's popularity stemmed mostly from the larger-than-life status he had achieved while on the tour. His

tirades against judges became legendary. His temper often flared, and punches were occasionally thrown. Sunny Garcia, the beefy Hawaiian, was surfing’s bad boy, a powerful and colossal presence in and out of the water.

Fans loved him, despite the time he spent behind bars–three months in jail and seven months on house arrest–for failing to pay taxes on contest winnings. But today we see a different Garcia, who at 44 has mellowed, but has found himself engaged in a different kind of fight.

On Thursday, the surfer revealed to 63,000 followers on Instagram that he’s battling depression, a mental disease that affects moods and leads to a loss of interest and an inability to enjoy even the most seemingly enjoyable aspects of life.

“I am not as strong as everyone thinks I am,” reads a statement-image along with his post, which is embedded above. In trademark fashion, the words are straight from Garcia’s heart, and sure to resonate with anyone else suffering from this darkest of disorders.

The type or level of depression afflicting Garcia–mild, moderate, or severe–is not clear. But given that he's sharing his feelings on social media and seeking advice, the demons are formidable and he should seek help beyond Instagram, if he hasn’t already.

Depression, which afflicts about 350 million people worldwide, can lead to suicide. That became evident most recently when actor Robin Williams took his life in August.

A person suffering from this illness cannot, in most cases, shake it through meditation therepy north shore or acupuncture... or lots more surfing, as some of his fans have suggested. (However, holistic measures can help and are worth investigating.)

But a person can seek medical help and get back on track via antidepressants, psychosocial therapy, or

It'll be up to Garcia, of course, as to what level of help he seeks.

Meanwhile the former world champ, based on his Instagram feed, has been busy surfing, visiting kids in the local children’s hospital, and teaching children suffering from other ailments how to ride waves.

Clearly, Garcia is no longer surfing’s bad boy, and hopefully he'll be back to enjoying life to the fullest in no time.

psychotherapy–or a combination thereof.

Marital counseling at the store is an idea that is on Target

I don’t admit to be a genius, but I’m telling you I’ve had some pretty good ideas.

One of my best is that water parks should have on-site dermatologists to scan for potentially cancerous moles. Why isn’t this being done? It’s a flesh-rich, almost naked environment that is prime mole diagnosis territory. Think of the lives that could be saved! I can’t be the only person that has been behind someone in line for the Colon Irrigation Tube Slide and not thought, “Wow, that guy’s mole looks suspicious.” Of course, there’s always the off chance that it’s a tattoo designed to look like emerging melanoma, but still, it’s not like Mr. Tattoo wouldn’t benefit from the keen eye of a dermatologist.

I came up with my newest awesome idea while at Target this past weekend. Yes, Target. I find the store very inspirational and intellectually stimulating. I was also eating Pepperidge Farm Gingerbread cookies and I think that helped sharpen my thought process. Ginger has been proven to boost the knowledge noggin. Okay, scratch that. I just checked the ingredients — absolutely no ginger in the cookie. Let’s just go with the sugar invigorated my sensory stimuli. Anywho, as I was munching away on cookies I made my way over to the Christmas lights. I was in need of only a single, 100-count, LED ice white package of bulbs.

When I reached the holiday decor area I had a little trouble getting to the lights. It was jammed packed with people studying and debating their choices. Seriously, it was the Algonquin roundtable of exterior illumination. There were guys debating the superior lighting power of the C7 compared with the C9, the sphere versus the ball and whether the rope light is an adequate substitution for the icicle as it relates to decorating tree trunks.

I was enthralled and was about to ask this collection of bulb brainiacs a question when the bickering started. Not, as you might think, between the glow gurus, but between the husbands and wives. There were spousal disagreements over lighting schemes. For the men, it seems bigger is better (of course). For the women, it was more of a taste issue. Why go for the C9 bulb when twinkle lights will “just look classier.”

This is when I had the stellar idea that retail stores that sell Christmas lights should offer free Marriage Counseling North Shore the two days after Thanksgiving. Call it a humanitarian public service. A therapist could be on hand to not only act as a referee, but to impart knowledge on problem solving and maybe even do relationship building exercises using the holiday inflatable or blow-up as a “yardstick of feelings.”

I have a theory about inflatables. I think they’re making up for some sort of emotional deficiency in a marriage. The more blow-ups in someone’s yard, the less affection they may be getting at home. Is there anything sadder looking than an inflatable suffering from erectile dysfunction? It’s pitiful, those heaps of crumpled nylon littering a yard in fabric tombstones that might as well read “R.I.P. Good Taste.” Then when the blowups are getting jets of air shot up their infrastructure, they bob and weave like they’ve got their swagger back and yet we all know it’s only a matter of time before their spirits are deflated again and again. If that’s not a metaphor for a marriage in trouble, I don’t know what is.

Another holiday light-themed “till death do us part” red flag is the wife who urges, coaxes, maybe even sweet talks her husband into climbing on a ladder that has seen much better days and venturing up and up and away to the tippy top of their three-story house. As the hubby is clutching a spool of commercial-grade C9 lights that act as an unbalanced load, causing him to sway to and fro, he hoists himself onto the roof as the wife cheers, “go just a little bit higher,” which is code for “I just paid your life insurance policy and this will be so much better and quicker than a divorce.”

And don’t even me started on the husband who asks his wife to “plug in” the lights while assuring her that the puddle she is standing in won’t matter because “the electricity is grounded.”

You see, there’s a lot of marriage angst, and in extreme circumstances, death scenarios involved in this whole outside holiday light thing. Imagine the number of marriages that could be rescued — and second-degree murder charges — averted if a counselor, therapist or registered smile maker (they have those in California) lurked around the holiday aisles.

Target, are you listening?








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