I was at the Orthodontist Office with my son this week when I saw a TV blurb about Rielle Hunter's spread in GQ magazine. If ever the term spread was applicable it was in this case.
Ms Hunter, to those who don’t know already, is the infamous ex mistress of John Edwards. John Edwards, who claimed he didn’t, then decided that he indeed did, father her out-of-wedlock child. John Edwards, who was in the midst of a presidential nomination run when he decided to diddle with Rielle, while his trusty campaign aide ran interference, all while she was a "campaign videographer" on the payroll.
Rielle seems to have a knack for dropping trou, repeatedly. She admits she dropped them within a few hours of meeting Edwards. Dropped them a bunch of times during their affair. She even dropped them for a private video session with John, preserving for posterity her proclivity to show her posterior. That video was ordered to be turned over to the Superior Court of North Carolina pending some eventual litigation, thankfully.
The most recent dropping is the one that gets me. She’s a grown up, she can drop her drawers wherever she pleases. If she pleases to drop them with a married father of three, whose wife is battling terminal cancer, who was seeking the nomination of the presidency of the US, that’s her business. What gets me is the spread in GQ.
Rielle can loosely be called a member of the media based on her work as a videographer. She can also be loosely called an actress for having appeared briefly in the movie, Overboard under the name Lisa Hunter. (she became “Rielle” sometime in 1994) I can loosely call her foolish based on her behavior both before the exposure of the affair with Edwards and after her child’s birth came to light. The GQ spread being the most foolish.
I can understand wanting to tell her side of the story. I can understand her need to rehabilitate her reputation and improve the public’s perception of her. Although I’m not quite sure what her target audience was in choosing GQ. GQ’s readership can hardly be thought to be a group that would condemn this striking woman... especially knowing there’s a sex tape out there. She’s intriguing and almost fodder for fantasy. I don’t think the readership at GQ cares if she “really is a good person” or not.
Now that the spread is out there on newsstands everywhere, and the folks are less than enamored with Rielle, she’s chosen to come out to the public as “upset” and “angered” at the photos GQ used. The photos of Rielle once again dropping trou. The photos of her looking rather "come hither" sans a pair of pants. The photos she knowingly and willingly posed for.
Hey Rielle….when you walked into the shoot and saw the bed…that was your first clue as to the intentions of the magazine. When they said, “here, take off your pants and wear this white man’s shirt and pearls…oh and unbutton the top three buttons”, you should have made haste for the door. It didn’t matter how respected you thought the photographer was, GQ was calling the shots here. Once the lens of the camera captures your image you no longer control it. Surely you must have known that being a "campaign videographer" and all. Right?
If your reputation wasn’t already in shambles when you walked in to the shoot, dropping your pants during it clinched it for you. Next time try and get a magazine like Vanity Fair to talk to you. Wear something befitting a woman who wants to be taken seriously. And while you’re at it apologize to Elizabeth Edwards. If you think you are upset at those “oops I dropped my pants” shots….imagine how she feels about them.
Better yet...borrow a page or two from Elizabeth's playbook and learn how a woman conducts herself in public.
Indeed.
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