New York's tacky element. Here she is airbrushed around the nose.
Though Miami has it’s tacky elements, one can’t help loving the penthouse suite at the Fountainbleu Hotel with a view of the ocean. Tacky? Who cares. What city doesn’t have it’s tacky elements (see above). Yes, I know there are more than most here…but for now…shhhh…I need to hear the waves rolling in…not what is in my head. But first, let me point out the desperate attempt that Jules Kirby is trying to make in Page Six today that the editing has made her out to be a stupid bitch. Jules, you can cry your crocodile tears from here to Timbuktu…but you are and always will be a stupid bitch. (A) For agreeing to be in that lame High Society in the first place and (B) For saying “My friends do not tend to be homosexuals, fat or Jewish-y bald . . . I use the N-word sometimes.” You can boo-hoo all you want that the editors made you out to be the culprit. But if you agreed to say those words on camera, you deserve whatever bad vibes you get. Frankly, I am hoping you get a good, old-fashioned, bitch slapping once and for all…and preferably by a chubby, Jewish, black, lesbian with a shaved head. That would make me very happy indeed. That and the sweet sound of the Atlantic Ocean…ahhh…heaven.
