Putting me in an even better mood was this scathing review of creepy Jim McGreevey's autobiography, The Confession. McGreevey's forced coming-out as a "gay American" skeeved me from jump. It's not like he just decided to come out; he had to because his utterly unqualified boyfriend started blackmailing him after McGreevey shitcanned him from his 110k-a-year job. He's just a scheming liar who got shoved out of the closet because he couldn't keep it in his pants. That he happens to be gay is just a semen-soaked smokescreen to cover the real issue—that he's a corrupt cheater who should be shunned, not held up as some shining example of homosexuality.
But that story can't hold a candle to the one about the Florida bazillionaire who married his daughter! Ewwww! This tawdry little tale is so disturbing that I actually shrieked as I read it! Here's just a tidbit:
After the trip, according to e-mails submitted in court documents, they mailed each other vibrators. Referring to one he sent his daughter, McMahan e-mailed her on September 10, 1998: "I unpacked the toys and checked them out. The thing excites me just looking at it. I promise you have never seen anything like it. Interestingly 'it' is actually smaller than I am!
No wonder she fucked him—daddy had a monster cock! Gross! There's more and I heartily encourage you to read the whole ugly thing.
Oh, and I watched Ugly Betty last night and against my better judgement, completely loved it. My close, personal friend Vanessa Williams, plays a Miranda-Priestly-like character, but the star of the show is definitely young America Ferrerra, who was so cute in Real Women Have Curves.