Category: made for the maury show

I have no clue how i missed this story!!! Apparently this Sunday, this white woman, Margaret Seltzer a.k.a Margaret B. Jones just got exposed James Frye style for trying to publish a memoir depicting herself as a half-white, half-Native American girl growing up in South-Central Los Angeles as a foster child among gang-bangers, running drugs for the Bloods.

Come to find out, the WHOLE thing is a freaking lie.
According to the New York Times, this homegirl is “all white and grew up in the well-to-do Sherman Oaks section of Los Angeles, in the San Fernando Valley, with her biological family. She graduated from the Campbell Hall School, a private Episcopal day school in the North Hollywood neighborhood. She has never lived with a foster family, nor did she run drugs for any gang members. “
Damn Maggie…
Ironically, before being exposed as a fraud, her book, ‘Love and Consequences’ was receiving resounding critical acclaimand on its way to the top of the bestseller list!! Over the three years she worked on the book, Miss Thang was covered in the New York Tmes at least TWICE (um, not to complain but can I even get an honorable mention in that mug?). In her most recent interview (last week) she said,”One of the first things I did once I started making drug money was to buy a burial plot.”
I am ON THE FLOOR.
Guess how she got caught? Wait on it… Her sister saw an article featuring good ole Maggie in the House & Homes section of the New York Times and RATTED her out. Her own sister?
Lord HAF Mercy!!!
But what kills me is that even after getting caught, she’s still trying to justify her actions by insisting that she was simply trying to speak for those people that don’t have a voice. Talking about, “she had met some gang members during a short stint she said she spent at “Grant” high school “in the Valley.”
Uh, survey says- NO.
Read this mess for yourself:

As a woman, I’m accustomed to men making unwanted/ uninvited/ inappropriate advances when walking down a NYC street. Normally, I simply charge it to the game and try to remember to return the favor whenever I see a cute construction worker (nothing like a man in a hard hat). But yesterday while running errands on 34th Street with my girl, Rhea this guy damn near drooled on her as we walked past. I kid you not, dude seemed on the verge of taking a bite out of her face.
Granted, Rhea is a head turner any day of the week. She’s one of those rare (and highly annoying) beauties who even on an ‘off’ day, looks more effortlessly pulled together than most women I know. BUT Rhea is six months pregnant!! And in the defense of well-meaning men with normal sensibilities, you’d never know if you were looking at her behind, since she’s having a perfect pregnancy and still regularly rocks 4 inch knee high boots with the aplomb of a beauty queen. But that was not the case yesterday- this weirdo walked right up on us, damn near bumping into a huge display table because he was so busy trying to get all up in her grill. The worst.
Apparently, this has become a common occurrence according to Rhea. Who knew there were so many men with pregnancy fetishes? I mean seriously, even if Rhea wasn’t happily married- which she is- what exactly could she do with this man? Take prenatal yoga classes?
The whole encounter really made me think about the way Seal scooped Heidi Klum when she was knocked up. And moreover, how that woman STAYS getting pregnant. I’m just saying…. If Seal weren’t a star, would he just be one of those leering men tripping over his feet when pregnant lady walks by?

Okay, for the record I’m a big supporter of the older woman younger man hook-up scenerio. Nothing says happily satisfied thirty year-old woman better than an eager to please twenty-five year man. But there’s a limitation to the stupidity. And I am offically tired of female teachers molesting their teenage students. Like seriously, what in the world can a grown woman see in a fifteen year old-boy besides puberty?

Read about the latest candidate for mandatory sterilization:

And is it just me or does she totally look like that desperate chick at the bar who couldn’t pay somebody to take her home at the end of the night? You know, non-descript facial features, sloppy body, whatever hair and clearly nothing good going on in her life… Boo.


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