I can’t remember when exactly we nicknamed her “Mama Shai,” but for whatever reason — like with most of our shenanigans — it’s stuck long past my actual memory. It was around the time she was telling us all about sunbathing her labia oil pulling and eating clay, and such; I realize that eating certain clay can be common in countries with zinc deficiencies, but from Shailene it just gave me images of her meditating in her backyard naked and shoveling potter’s clay into her mouth along with spoonfuls of coconut oil. Anyway, live your life, Mama Shai, but nobody try this at home solely on her advice.
Shailene is in Motor City, a nearly dialogue-free and apparently very violent action movie starring Alan Ritchson (absent) and Ben Foster (not a Scientologist), with whom Shailene palled around all weekend having a grand old campy, leggy time. Her boyfriend Lucas Bravo is presumably shooting Emily in Various European Cities right now, which is too bad because I’d have liked a status check on his bangs, but what can you do.
