Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Terrible People

Amateur Class
CNN's Jeffrey Toobin reportedly "
crossed the line" with Casey Greenfield, daughter of a CBS reporter. Gossip columnists don't give details, but connect the dots with this fun fact: Greenfield is pregnant.

By the way, Toobin, 13 years Greenfield's senior, is still married (with children) to Amy McIntosh.

Toobin declined to talk about his relationship with Greenfield, as did Greenfield herself. Their refusal to speak is sure to arch eyebrows. Given Greenfield's advanced pregnancy, which she tracks on her Facebook profile, those connected dots paint a fairly clear picture: Toobin is the father of Greenfield's child. Greenfield, incidentally, is the daughter of CBS political correspondent Jeff Greenfield. The "brilliant and beautiful" Yale-trained lawyer has seen her 2004 marriage to an LA screenwriter dissolve.

Could this be a clue from the infamous photo as to why Toobin might have been working Facebook
when he was supposed to be covering a a presidential debate?


Pro Level
Rather than trying to clean up her image, living zero Kim Zolciak, from "Real Housewives of Atlanta", is doing the next best thing. She's decided to sue her former publicist.

Zolciak is infamous for her bizarre blunderbussing on that shitty Bravo reality show, from crying about fake hair and
making up a fake cancer story, to feeling entitled to a country singing career when her singing voice sounded like a pile of burnt toast tumbling out of her mouth, to (not-so) secretly dating a rich married "celebrity" named Big Daddy so he'd buy her Cadillacs and things.

Then she started a
ludicrous website. Around that time, Kim hired World's Worst Publicist Jonathan Jaxson to get her name out there. He then shuttered her blog for nonpayment last week — though the taunting message announcing its suspension by her "webmaster" is now gone.

So ol' Kim is suing Jaxson —for supposedly messing around with her website and telling people she was broke (she is). Which all makes pathetic, weary sense. Adding a dash of Jaxson's miserable little spice to this sad soup of polyester hair and hoarse cigarette voices is a natural step for this awful story.

Can you smell that stench? Clearly, the world is dead and rotting. And I had to take a hot and cold shower after typing this because now I'm part of the problem and not the solution.

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