For a minute there, I thought Hollywood – collectively – was giving this idiot the shunning she deserved.
I guess it was too good to be true.
Here’s the story:
“It’s official: Nadya Suleman and her brood of 14 are coming to a TV near you.
After weeks of meetings and negotiations, Suleman’s attorney Jeff Czech confirmed exclusively to Usmagazine.com that Suleman signed a deal Thursday night to star in her own reality series.
“[Nadya and the producers] are hoping to have an arrangement whereby several events in the children’s lives would be filmed in a documentary series,” Czech told Us.
“One of the events in the children’s lives might be their first birthday.”
Describing the as-yet untitled show as a “quasi-reality TV series”, Czech said that the production company, Eyeworks, was moving ahead to make a deal with a network.
“They might be several shows aired during a year. There are all kinds of possibilities. It really depends on what the networks want,” her lawyer said.
Czech declined to comment on how much Nadya would be getting paid for the deal, citing confidentiality.
“Her television program will not be like the Jon and Kate Plus 8show,” said Czech. “[Nadya] is looking forward to providing her side of the story.”
I guess this was inevitable.
After the Jon and Kate car crash which turned into a ratings bonanza for TLC, you knew somebody was going to smell money through the sea of baby poop that surrounds this opportunistic crazy person.
Of course, this show is not going to be Jon and Kate. For all it’s faults, Jon and Kate started honestly, accidentally – a couple expected a third kid and cranked out three through eight. The cynic in me believes that much of what we’re hearing about the Gosselins currently is manipulated for your attention, but I don’t think it started that way.
It devolved into it. Thanks to the wonder of television.
Meanwhile, this Suleman woman… THIS lunatic… stuffed the Kleenex box of her baby-making parts twice and now has more mouths desperately clawing at her breasts than Madonna visiting an NBA locker room.
It’s gross. It’s wrong. It’s evil, winning.
This isn’t going to be an inspiring story of a woman muddling through: This will be a polished turd, rolled up to the networks all gussied up and sprayed with perfume… the nuggets of undigested corn being pitched to people as diamonds while we all know what we’re really getting. A big steaming piece of crap.
I am not a big fan of reality shows. Never have been. I remember the “Anna Nicole Smith” show – hating it, and the concept, so very much that I thought to myself “Doesn’t anybody understand that SOMEBODY on this show is going to die?”
I was wrong. Almost everybody did.
So here we go again. Meet the new Anna Nicole Smith – the Bizarro Anna Nicole Smith. Probably never a hot moment in her life. Twice as crazy. More kids to screw up. And probably equally as stupid, but evil stupid… like when a comic book bad guy threatens to blow up the world, and doesn’t have the brain to go “Oh, crap… I’m destroying my home, too!”
This is the next crazy person who’s being famous is more important than her life, the life of her kids, or anything else around her.
You would hope child protective services, or at the very least because I think 14 qualifies as a litter, the department of animal control would sweep in and do something before she damages the pups.
Because she will.
I won’t be there to watch it. And maybe this will all fizzle out before it has a chance to reward stupidity, or expect it of the viewing public.
There is nothing inspiring here – if anything, it’s a terrible lesson: “Do what it takes to get famous, no matter the cost to others or yourself.”
I suppose it was inevitable – that somebody would see money in it, and give this moron everything she did this for.
And while it’s unsurprising, it doesn’t make it any less disappointing.
