Television is a sucker for sex and sexy pictures. It loves a story with legs—both literal and metaphorical. So the saga of Rielle Hunter, John Edwards’s baby mama, goes on and on.
First the denials of an affair. Then admission of the affair but denial of the payments. Then admission of the payments but denial of the fatherhood. Now the exclusive in GQ Magazine: “Hello, America, My Name Is Rielle Hunter,” complete with a photo spread worthy of Playboy’s Playmate of the Month.
Now the USAToday headline: “Hunter ‘in tears’ over ‘repulsive’ photos in ‘GQ’.” Those are the photos she posed for that she labels repulsive.
The photos are quite nice. It’s Rielle and her Johnny that are repulsive. And the media’s intensive coverage and re-coverage. Her fifteen minutes of fame should be up. Bring back Paris Hilton.
Tags: GQ Magazine, John Edwards, Paris Hilton, Playboy, Rielle Hunter
Ethics Bob 
March 18, 2010 at 1:06 pm |
You are right, Bob, to ask for the return of Paris Hilton. I think it is not oxymoronic to say that Paris has more sense and decency than Rielle. And, yes, the picture are pretty. The story is not.
March 18, 2010 at 4:02 pm |
And to think–I was for Edwards until late 2007. He took me in. So did Elizabeth. America was lucky the way this played out. So was Obama: if the story had broken before Iowa and Edwards dropped out, Hillary would have had a clear path to the nomination, I think.