WHAT'S YOUR SIGN?



As the plot thickens on this ready for Maury affair, good ol' boy John Edwards can rest easy that while he never made it to the Presidency, he did manage to carve a nice little nook for himself in history.

Sandwiched between Gov. Spitzer, Larry Craig, and Jim McGreevey, no doubt. (Poor Larry Craig. His backdrop was a dingy, airport bathroom for Godsakes. At least the rest curled up in 500 thread, Egyptian cotton sheets in swanky hotels after getting their rocks off.)

Anyway, my FAVORITE part (by far) of any sleazy political scandal is when the media-hungry scavengers swoop in from stage left to tell us waaaay more than we ever wanted to know.

We know Jim McGreevey and his wife scarfed down chili cheese fries before double teaming the driver. We know Larry Craig was probably involved in a hotel tryst with some burly guy, Gov. Spitzer wanted to bang that fake-tittied whore without a condom, and Bill Clinton stuck a cigar up Monica Lewinsky's hoo-ha (that one STILL gives me the heebie jeebies).

Don't think the vultures were out sick the day the spotlight flashed on John Edwards with his pants down (or should we call him Love Lips?).
Our stomachs were spared this time and nothing about lube, positions, porn, outfits, or props were exposed (Thank You GOD!).
But it turns out Rielle Hunter is a bit of a looney toone.
Nymag reported this morning that she's a former actress and New York City party girl, a "seeker" obsessed with New Age astrology and spirituality. She told a Newsweek reporter that Edwards gave off "special energy" (ha. I'm going to use that term next time a married man hits on me at a bar), and that she and her ex, Bright Lights, Big City Jay McInerny (that somehow makes sense) are working on a TV show about "women who help men get out of failing marriages by having affairs with them."

YES! I would so TiVO the hell out of that. So was this all "research" for the first episode? Does she need empirical evidence before she pitches the idea to the networks?

Anyway, this passage by Los Angeles Times, writer Sarah Miller is probably the most telling.

"Rielle came bounding up to me. Her eyes weren't just glowing. They were kind of spinning in her face. I am almost sure that she was not drunk: This was how she always looked."

YIKES! Men will go to bed with anything, I swear. So Rielle is kind of like the floozy at the bar who yammers on about rising signs and auras, orders one too many Pinot Grigios, and snags the millionaire in the corner. Damn her!