More Gruesome Twosome
Steve Sickler OC Register
“Wow. My column about Gretchen Rossi of "The Real Housewives of Orange County" accused of being a floozy was extremely popular. I guess any time someone's accused of being a floozy everyone wants to read and comment about it. Even Tamra Barney and Jeana Keogh got in the fray, with Tamra sending me "xoxox"s and Jeana questioning if I was being too hard on poor Gretchen.
I think it's important we get the truth out into the open. And, as I said last week, in this case we're not sure what the truth is. There are some interesting photos floating around posted by her ex-boyfriend, who claims he is ready to take a lie-detector test to substantiate that he was Gretchen's bedmate while she was engaged to a dying man.
Is calling her a floozy too harsh? The dictionary says floozy is a term that means, "a woman is vulgar and promiscuous." Well, if these stories are true, she is definitely promiscuous. Vulgar? Well, that means "crude or indecent," "tasteless or ostentatious," and "lacking refinement." I'm sure Tamra would agree all these words apply to Gretchen, especially when it comes to Gretchen fooling around with her son (while still engaged to old what's his name).
Now, most warm-blooded males would welcome any single, hot looking floozy not related to them. Heck, some men in the back hills of West Virginia might even bend the "related to you" rule a bit for the right floozy. And that is the crux of the arguments being waged in the comments about last week's column – some say she is single so we should all just sit back and enjoy her antics while others feel all the "caring" she professed for her dying fiancé was a scam.
That's why I jumped into the middle of all this nonsense. Anyone who is comforting a man likely suffering through his last days should be appreciated, especially when she looks as good as Gretchen.
If I was single, in my midsixties and diagnosed with an incurable disease, I probably would be praying to God for a bunch of things. Happiness for my family, peace, my place in heaven and someplace down the list I might say "God, if you really have been happy with my life, I wouldn't complain if you sent a hot blonde my way to take the edge off during my last few months." I'd be in church every Sunday thanking him for Gretchen.
So, she offered that comfort, great. And maybe that was it. But if she was hooking up with this Jay guy then she shouldn't have become someone else's fiancée. That's just not right. Especially if he didn't know she was sleeping with someone else. Why was she engaged? Was she hoping the right PIN number to his ATM was finally whispered in her ear? It's the potential fraud part that stinks.
Now, the latest news is she started seeing Slade Smiley while she was living with Jay. And everyone knows about it. Seems Slade and Gretchen are popping up all over the place, like lunches at all the nicest places in Newport. There are even high quality pictures of bikini-clad Gretchen rubbing suntan lotion on Slade's newly built abs.
Personally, I don't buy it. It's just too convenient for the Bravo network that both of these single reality-TV buffoons get together. So Slade doesn't have the dough to pay his child support on time but can take Gretchen out everywhere? Even onto yachts?
My suspicion is Bravo is footing the bill to entice everyone to watch next year's shows. Oh boy. Just what we need nowadays is more fraud. First, Slade appears as the rich mortgage broker. Then there were the mortgages themselves. Now we have Slade with Gretchen. Hmm. Maybe they are really meant for each other. “
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And yet, none of this negative publicity is working. Tamra still comes off as a bitter, silly jealous moron. Jay comes off even worse, trying to prove a point that doesn’t matter, and not very manly, at that. Pizza, well, Pizza is Pizza, best taken with an oregano shake. Vicki is mentally ill.
The winner: Gretchen Rossi
RHOOC….the show that keeps giving and giving and giving………
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