Showing posts with label famewhore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label famewhore. Show all posts

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Is it hot in here? Or is it just...you!

Debrahlee Lorenzana is suing Citibank on the grounds she was wrongfully terminated because she was just too damned sexy for bank work.  Ms. Lorenzana claims that just because her business attire is straining at the seams it's not her fault if her male co-workers can't handle the hotness.  The lawsuit alleges the obligatory sexist comments and blah blah blah.

Citibank says she was let go for not bringing in enough new customers.  (How could this be possible with her ostensibly superlative business acumen and indisputable lusciousness?)

Let's dissect this one a bit.  You know me.  I'm not what you call cynical but...I'm getting a faint whiff of famewhoredom.

Debrahlee Lorenzana on what is clearly 
a very nippy day in the Big Apple. 

Right off the bat I'll give Debrahlee the benefit of the doubt on the pornstar spelling of her name, since this has been a common parental conceit since the 70's.  (Just as an aside, I am so grateful that my folks didn't give me a name that every time I did business over the phone I had to go, "...OK...I'm gonna need to spell that for you...")

And really?  Did the execs at Citibank start rubbing themselves when Debrahlee sashayed down the hall?  In today's corporate culture did men who have probably been through a dozen HR sexual harassment seminars risk throwing their careers out the window by making overtly creepazoid comments to delectable Debrahlee?  I suppose it's possible she's such a siren that a guy just can't help himself, but I'm skeptical.

I will grant that Debrahlee is pretty fetching.  But...this is New York City, which like Los Angeles has hot alluring women in glorious abundance.  I see Debrahlee caliber broads every day.  Even at banks.  (And especially when I get home.  Right, Honey?)  In Omaha she'd be a traffic stopper, but for NYC and LA she's not extraordinarily off the charts.  Debrahlee is also 33 years old and appears to be a gal of borderline zaftig proportions.  What is now voluptuous will in a few years be "weight problem".   Not trying to be mean here, but she was the one who put her babeitude up for discussion.

Next, if you go to the link there is a video and a whole bunch of dreamy, dishy Debrahlee photos.  Here's Debrahlee on the sidewalk with protruding nipples.   Here's Debrahlee in the office wearing fuck-me-pumps.  Here's busty Debrahlee in a tight sweater.  And my personal favorite, Debrahlee spilling out of her slinky dress.  Whoo hoo!  And there is plenty more on other websites.   Anybody else starting to notice that for a serious businesswoman Debrahlee sure has a lot of provocative pictures of herself floating around the interwebs?  Forgive me if I'm not quite ready to give Debrahlee the Norma Rae/I Am Woman Hear Me Roar Proclamation just yet.

On the other hand, I could be totally out to lunch on this one and Debrahlee Lorenzana is a straight up, bona fide victim of the corporate male patriarchy at its most base.  Let me reiterate that Debrahlee is real beauty and it is certainly no crime for a woman to have the nicest body that God, cosmetic surgery and 24 Hour Fitness can give you. (As a matter of fact, I wholeheartedly encourage it.)

So when the time comes and the Playboy, Maxim and other stroke book offers roll in, and the reality show producers start asking if she might consider drunkenly climbing all over Brett Michaels on the Rock of Love bus, let's hear what she has to say.  If she says, "How dare you, sir.  I am a serious person.  A woman of substance.  You can take your sleazy, cheap shot at fame and shove it right up your ass!"

On that day The Funeral Guy will gladly eat his hat.  (If he had one.)

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Jon Gosselin...Coming soon to a homeless shelter or a dumpster near you.

Slow news day so I was going through the archives here at TFG and saw that I was way too obsessed with the Gosselins for a time there.  See here and here and here and here and here.  Whew!!  (Quote from my daughter.  "You're too old to be looking at all that celebrity shit.  It's embarrassing that you know so much about these people."  That's me, dear 'ol Dad.  Embarrassing my kid since 1995.)

Be that as it may, I'm going to allow myself a bit of an update.  So sue me.

First up, Jon.  Jon is having a bit of a cash flow problem.  He's on the hook to Kate for $22,000 a month for child support which he trying to get reversed.  Along with just regular bills that has got to be some nut for a dude with no job and few prospects.  What's a guy to do?  Sell your BMW, that's what.  Jon is trying to unload the car that he bought when he and Kate were hillbilly rich.  (Jon was formerly an IT analyst and Kate an RN.  If it hadn't been for that dopey TV show they and all their munchkins would be on food stamps like that fucking leach, Octomom.)  Anyway, he's trying to get $25,000 for his pussy magnet of a car.  Great.  Not exactly a long term solution.  What are you going to do next month, Jon?

Well, like good 'ol boy Joe Buck in Midnight Cowboy, Jon gonna get hisself manwhored out to a rich sugar momma.  (Although whoring didn't work out so well for this guy.)  Rumor has it that some 40-something woman in D.C. is going to give him a go.  Hopefully, for the sake of his future livelihood his oral skills are super scary good since both of his post-Kate girlfriends went to the media to disparage his teeny tallywhacker.  They even said they bonded over the laughter.  Just a couple of new frenemies yukking it up over the under endowed penis of the guy they both fucked so they could get their pictures on the gossip interwebs.  Lovely.  Just for the record, Kate joins the pile-on and confirms that she used to refer to Jon's pecker as "stubby".  Guys?  Hell hath no fury.

Alright!!...alright, already.  It's three.  Three inches.
Are there any other questions? 

Meanwhile, Kate, who is the slightly more marketable one of these two dysfunctional personalities, is desperately determined to keep the fame train on the track.  Her mortifying performance on Dancing With The Stars, was dancing only in the sense that there was music playing and her legs propelled her from one end of the stage to the other.  (I'd like to take this opportunity to gratefully thank Joel McHale and his wonderful show The Soup for sparing me from having to actually watch these awful fucking shows.)  You really had to witness this human disaster "dancing" to appreciate just how abysmally bad it was.  Imagine being a worse dancer than former Majority Leader of the House, Tom DeLay.

You almost have to admire the tenacity with which Kate Gosselin pursues her famewhoredom.   Look-at-me...I wrote a book!!! About faith and family...my kids?...yeah, well...they really like the nanny.  Kate...at Wal-Mart...Kate...getting a Starbucks...Kate gets a new hairstyle...90's MILF!!  Documented for us almost every day.

And now Kate informs us in an interview that she hasn't had sex in 15 months.  "I'm married to my kids and my career." she says.  What a bullshit statement.  She a "mom" in name only and she's made a talentless void of a career out of getting her picture on "celebrity" websites.  A pretty amazing hustle when you think about it.

Hey Kate.  If you're looking to break your dry spell
I showed this picture to my co-worker 
and he paid you the ultimate compliment.
"I'd tap it."

And the celibacy?  She looks good enough that somebody should be giving her a good boinking soon.  Maybe afterwards he'll go on TV and talk about how loose her pussy was.  We can all have a good laugh then, can't we.