Oy vey. Perhaps this blog should simply be titled “O the Times”, because it seems that that’s all I write about. Anyway, I was reading, with no little schadenfreude (which Word can spell—how “continental” is that!), “Giuliani Divorce: It’s Ugly, It’s Operatic. What Did You Expect?’, since Rudy is easily my least favorite former New York City mayor, and anything that lets America see what an unadulterated schmuck il Rudolfo is is jake with me, and the article, by Sarah Maslin Nir, does that in spades.
But what’s particularly interesting, to me, at least, is that Ms. Nir farms out her sickest burns, as the kids say, via links to other publications, roasting poor old Judith Giuliani, who, after all, has no more ex-spouses than her sleazeball husband, via a link, not to any of the dozens if not hundreds of stories the Times has surely run on Judith, but to Vanity Fair, “Giuliani’s Princess Bride”, where she’s unsurprisingly ridiculed for not coming from a privileged background. (She never even saw a horse until she was eleven!) In a side dish, Nir mentions that Judith’s lawyer, Bernard E. Clair, “has represented, among others, Jocelyn Wildenstein in another made-for-tabloid divorce trial (her settlement was reported to be $2.5 billion),” the link for Jocelyn carrying you not to the Times or Vanity Fair but rather tabloid heaven, “Page 6”, where Jocelyn, whom I never heard of until now, is always referred to as “Catwoman”. (Dunno why. She’s kind of old and fat, like me, so I didn’t read enough to find out why.)
Still, Ms. Nir keeps her own (and the Times’s) end up, floating allegations of several liaisons on Rudy’s part, which I am sure are false, or at least I hope they are, because no human being, or indeed any other mammal, should have to see Rudy Giuliani naked.
