After segregated Survivor, Maury Povich and the National Enquirer, I was fairly confident that we had reached the nadir of human depravity.
Naturally, I was wrong.
The impending release of OJ Simpson’s book If I Did It begs to be new definition of low. In it, Simpson explores how he would have gone about murdering his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her boyfriend Ron Goldman. You know, if he had done it.
Simpson was reportedly paid $3.5 million from Regan Books for the deal. I pretty much blew a gasket upon learning that little nugget.
Judith Regan, the President of Regan Books (and a former National Enquirer reporter), has told reporters that she takes Simpson’s chillingly-real, theoretical depictions of the murders as his confession to the crime. So’she, like the rest of the country, thinks he’s guilty. Then why pay him $3.5 million to put it into a book? Clearly I’m missing something important here.
I’ve always been an ardent defender of American pop culture when it comes under criticism from the class of high-nosed snobs. But I’ve finally encountered something completely baseless. As the self-proclaimed hardest person to offend, I champion political incorrectness and humiliating behavior if people are really that desperate to appear on television. (Nobody is forced to make out with Flavor Flav.) But this, I’m almost surprised to find myself saying, goes beyond the pale.
Regan claims that her deal with Simpson is arranged such that profts will not go to him but a “third party” and his children. But Geraldo Rivera has speculated that he’s already spent much of the money on real estate.
Simpson’s friend said the book project was less about money as it was giving a final “f— you” to the world that already thinks he did it. For the love of God, let’s finally give that to him and not buy this book.
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November 21st, 2006 at 10:25 am
How nice to actually agree with you 100% on your larger point, Michelle. That may be a first.