STICKTORIA BECKHAM AND TAMMY FAYE

I am sad to say that I actually caught a few sickening minutes of Posh's "reality" show tonight. There are plenty of other reviews bashing it so I won't bother writing another. What's so pitiful is that she's supposed to the most photographed woman in the world! It actually angers me that her and her husband are well-known enough to have nicknames. I could care less about either of them. A former Spice Girl? So? She's nothing more than a haircut. Of all the bobbleheads, she may be the most bobbly--that really thin neck emphasized by implants and her large head. The most photographed woman in the world is soooo undeserving.

But I forget that she married well. I gather that her husband has sports skills, but I don't give a crap about American sports, much less foreign ones. He's a fine specimen of a man, but just because soccer stands to be a new marketing opportunity, some english couple is being crammed down my throat and I'm already sick of it. Well, I guess I wouldn't mind having him "crammed" down my throat. But Mrs. Beckham just seems like a dull snot. This is from the UK's Guardian:

The show - originally planned as a six-part series for which the Beckhams were reportedly going to be paid $10m - was cut down to a one-hour "special" after NBC realised there wasn't much to go on.

Wow. So the most photographed woman in the world doesn't even have enough talent or charm to warrant a mini-series. I guess I can't blame her for wanting the paparazzi to follow her--while pretending to scowl at them--but I can blame everyone else for creating the demand. So I promise never mention her wothless over-hyped ass again.



In contrast, I also watched the Larry King Tammy Faye Baker interview. Tammy requested the interview since she's dying of cancer. At 65 pounds, she looked horrific and was in considerable pain. But even though I denounce her religion as practiced in this country, it's funny how an aging evangelical with garish make-up and a week to live has more charisma than...well, I said I wouldn't mention her name again. Tammy joked, looking like a skeleton, joked optimistically that she'd gained 5 pounds.

I can't help but love Tammy. She said the pain was in her back and "tummy"--so adorably southern! And she wants to be cremated "so the bugs won't eat me." Bless her heart, she still had her customary warpaint on, minus the lower lashes. She even had a kind word for the gays: something to the effect that "When PTL fell, the gays were the ones who came to my rescue." Maybe they remembered that she discussed AIDS on The PTL Club before then president Reagan would even uttered the word, much less addressed blossoming epidemic. It was hard not to cry when the eternally perky, upeat Tammy laughed. A sunny spirit to the end. I'm not writing her off--maybe there will be a miracle!

I don't understand her faith--if she's are "in God's hands" as she claimed, why is he rewarding years of proselytizing with a painful, fatal illness?--but I'm not going to kick her religion while she's down. (Not today, anyhow.) It's a shame to see someone who has been constantly warm, nutty, and entertaining die a long, slow death. I guess she requested the interview to connect with her fans one last time and wish them peace and joy. If she were merely vain and wanting to self-promote, she would never had appeared looking so haggard. As if she'd forgotten, her husband did pipe up at the end to urge people to buy her book, but he's rich and so they can't need the money. She just has a desire to connect. So Tammy, I wish you peace and joy right back.