Sympathy for the Debbie
Acid tongued Andrea Peyser, who for some reason
is billed by the New York Post as 'Columnist of the Year', has come across a
someone who she simply cannot bear, one truly worthy of her trash talk
bashing, "an obese, palpably unhappy woman" with "bleached-blonde hair and a
face surgically improved, courtesy of a tabloid TV show."
And this would be Debbie Rowe (Ms Jackson if
you're nasty), the sad, strange former wife of the sad, strange Man in the
Mirror. There is an unwritten rule about who and how much abuse can be
served to a given individual, and it roughly parallels that persons efforts
to capture the spotlight, as opposed to being captured by the
spotlight.
"Michael Jackson sure knows
how to pick a wife. She must be highly fertile, dumber than sewage, and
possess the self-esteem of a housefly. If possible, that lady should be
certifiably cuckoo."
God knows, Debbie Rowe is undeniably a woman
with low self-esteem, but I'm sure she feels much better now, thanks to
Andrea. The Post sure knows how to pick a columnist, don't they?
"Debbie finished testifying
yesterday, allegedly on behalf of prosecutors who are trying to put away
Jacko for molesting boys. Instead, the obese, foulmouthed brood mare used
her moment in the spotlight to make a public ploy to win back Jacko's
affections. Or just his attention."
True? At least partially. But I've got no
soft spot for those who are proud of kicking cripples, even if the kicker in
question is 'columnist of the year'.
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