Could somebody do some testing on Channing Tatum?  He continues to boggle the mind.  One week, the paparazzi snap him jogging shirtless through the streets, appearing to be well into his second trimester.  A few weeks later, he’s sporting cut abs and chiseled cheekbones.  I assume he’s aided either by some photographic skullduggery or some “medicine” heretofore only available to Russian Olympians.  Either way, I’m in – whatever the price.  Tatum recently did a photoshoot for VMan magazine where he appears to have turned back time – and not in the Cher way.  Sure, he’s not completely naked.  For those photos, you’ve got to go to BillyMasters.com. 

He’s probably getting back into shape for Magic Mike’s Last Dance.  He’s described this latest installment as the “Super Bowl of stripping”.  As someone who hosted male strip shows for years, I can assure you that most of my boys wouldn’t cut it at Arthur Murray (which, I realize, is a reference only Joy Behar could appreciate).  And Tatum agrees.  “I want dancing like we’ve never been able to do in the other two movies, because we had to be honest to what the reality of that world is, which isn’t great dancing.”  Of course, rarely did my dancers look as good as Chan in his prime.  An exception would be a very young pre-porn Ryan Idol – who, by the by, has recently been released from prison.  But that’s another story for another time.