I normally stay far away from pop culture. I hate the endless coverage of this appalling woman and her brood of kids.
Now — nooooooooo! — there’s some idea she may get her own talk show. (Get her a freaking hairdresser, wouldja?)
“I’ve been given the gift of gab,” she told a North Carolina newspaper, reports today’s New York Times. “Why not use it?”
Because you’re insufferable, narcissistic, whiny, fighting with your spouse via cable. You are, however, blond and Caucasian, the sort of self-righteous Mom-from-Hell people just can’t get enough of. Sorta like Pringles, the potato chip which bears almost no resemblance to a vegetable.
“They’re like magnets,” talk show co-host Joy Behar told the Times. Yeah, maybe in that horror-movie-where-the-super-powerful-magnet-pulls-you-to-your-bloody-death-into-the-whirring-table-saw.
If I had kids– (I have none, and certainly not her photogenic eight) — I’d give this one a time-out. Forever.