Star Jones weighed in on Barbara Walters’ new book “Audition.” Walters has outed herself as a “lover of the light brown” in the book, admitting to a 1970s potentially career-ending fling with a black man who just happened to be a US Senator, Edward Brooke.
She also dished on Jones’ whole “portion management and Pilates” conspiracy to keep the public from knowing about her gastric bypass surgery when she was a co-host on “The View.”
Being a former (current?) attorney, Jones had no problem writing her opening bitchslap.
“It is a sad day when an icon like Barbara Walters, in the sunset of her life, is reduced to publicly branding herself as an adulterer, humiliating an innocent family with accounts of her illicit affair and speaking negatively against me all for the sake of selling a book. It speaks to her true character,” Jones told Us Weekly magazine.
Man, that stung. And it stung from a woman who marketed her wedding to the highest bidder and shilled shoes for Payless!
Now I’m no big fan of Star Jones. Mostly because I think she’s a little self-involved (little?), but I’m a fan of all Effie Whites, black women who refuse to leave even when your name has been removed from the marquee, your final check has been cut, the security guards have come to escort you from the set and your man is running off with the good wedding China. Do you hold your head in you widdle hands and cry. No, no, no. You stamp your foot and you belt it out! You’re not going! You don’t wanna be free!
People, of course, are flaming her criticism as pure bitchatude, but let’s remove ourselves from Star’s ego and really take in what she said about Barbara.
Star basically says Walters is an old bitty who is ruining the name of old bitties (like Rue McClanahan or Betty White) because she has run out of things to say. That Walters is no longer relevant or interesting, thus she has to rehash Disco Jungle Fever affairs of more than thirty years ago and drag up the carcass of her famed fall out with Jones.
Star is saying Barbara is pathetic. Pathetic with a capital “P.”
No matter how you feel about Star, she has a point. Something just doesn’t set right about taking out the trash in a tell-all, instead of revealing something that was your own personal cross to bear (like Mike Wallace’s bouts with clincal depression). Walters could have just kept the memoirs about her career, her life, her many ex-husbands, but everyone had heard and read that already. So she chose to embarrass an old ass man’s family and, I don’t know, for SHITS and GRINS, kick now bony Star Jones around for ol’ times sake.
Really, Barbara? Really? This is what it has come? You’ve got me agreeing with Star Jones?
Even if she only said it because her feelings were hurt. Even if she was only bitchslapping you because she is, in fact, a BITCH. That doesn’t make it any less true.
You couldn’t do the dignified thing. You couldn’t be Kathrine Hepburn. You couldn’t even be Christina Crawford of “Mommy Dearest” fame. At least she waited until her mother died and wrote her out of the will to get even. No. You had to go all Kitty Kelly.
Don’t believe that because you’re so high up on your mass media horse you have become as noble as that stance. Admit it. You needed drama to sell a book. It’s OK. Everybody does it. And by everybody, I mean the whores. I know you’re thinking, whore is a really strong word, but it’s really not that bad. Not when you think about it. And you’re with some really high quality, literary whores who are millionaires and stuff. I’m sure you like standing astride the gossip loving masses next to Joe Canseco, LaToya Jackson and Karrine Steffans, that special place where you will enjoy the glow one can only get by pissing on the people who got you there.