Okay, I admit it. I snuck over to GQ.com and read the entire ten pages of “Hello, America, My Name is Rielle Hunter,” even though I try to keep my nose out of tabloid-esque reportage, particularly if the headline implies a blond mistress, a clueless albeit sympathetic wife and a passel of children, including a baby.
I especially don’t relish the falling of politicians from their lofty perches. See, I already know they are untrustworthy and full of crap, and if they have JD and Esquire after their names, you know that they are slithering just below used car salesman on the food chain.
Don’t get me wrong; I liked John Edwards before the dung hit the fan. Who wouldn’t like a fresh-faced, handsome, energetic and rich bastard who wants to be President of the United States? (Ms. Hunter raises hand and waves maniacally.) There are, however, occasions when the “Other” Woman should fade to black, and this sad situation screams one of those times. It is clear Ms. Hunter wants to extend her fifteen minutes of (in)fame(y) to a longer stretch in history. Rielle Hunter wants to introduce herself to America, but in this case, the first impressions leave a rotten aftertaste in one’s mouth.
First off, there is something more than slightly disturbing about the accompanying GQ photo shoot, featuring a pants-less Ms. Hunter cuddling up with a bed full of stuffed toys, tossing the photographer that “come hither” look. Good God, woman! Barney the purple dinosaur was prominently featured in the photo! You know the world has fallen into an abyss and the end is near when some hotshot editor gives the red light to pictures bordering on perverted. These shots were right up there with those unfortunately weird Miley Cyrus photos from last year. Did we really need to see John Edwards’ mistress’s belly button? I would have still lived a long and meaningful life had I passed.
Ms. Hunter’s paramour might be up for a Federal indictment. It appears that may be illegal to use campaign funds to play sugar daddy. (Imagine that?) The Mistress seems unaware of where her unlimited bankroll was coming from.
As for the article, the question and answer session by Lisa Depaulo, though not exactly political in nature, was strangely riveting, akin to driving by a massive wreck and being unable to avert your eyes. I not only looked, I drove right into danger.
The more I read about how poor Johnny Edwards’ life had been (a living hell thanks to his manipulative and controlling yet terminally ill wife), the angrier I became. The angrier I got, the more I wanted to read to the end and see whether or not this home wrecker had any redeeming qualities. (The short answer: NO.)
Article comments
1 - diana hartman
This is precisely why I wait to indulge myself until I'm in my hairdresser's waiting room. I imagine getting my hair washed is helping cleanse my mind.
2 - Miss Bob Etier
You go girl! Everything I'd like to say, but said so much better...thank you for subjecting yourself to this trash; I was tempted but you rescued me. In the words of my generation, "tell it like it is!" Skanky ho, indeed. love it-Love It-LOVE IT!!! Bob E.
3 - Miss Bob Etier
Wait! Will this qualify her for "Dancing with the Stars"?
4 - Joanne Huspek
I don't know, Miss Bob. Will it?
5 - Baronius
Very humorous article.