It’s over for Ladysmith’s most famous woman (no, not my crazy aunt Joanne) Pam Anderson and her thirty seconds worth of husband, Rick Salmon Soloman Salman Rushdie the crusader-eyed weirdo from One Night In Paris, a fact which probably comes as no surprise to anyone who has ever heard of them or their exes… or drawn a breath in an oxygen environment. You’d have to be a pretty dumb bag of hair not to have seen that coming. But the bag of hair went and married him anyway, bless her.
Despite having the Hep, there are a lot of persistent rumours out there about the ways Pam likes to “get hepped” (yes, I just said that), and after viewing her sex tape with Tommy Lee (and the coda, featuring that repugtard, Bret Michaels), I can at least confirm she knows her way around a rolling machine… although I’ve heard she’s much more familiar with reflective surfaces, if you catch my snowdrift. But that couldn’t be the reason for her alleged miscarriage, could it? They look like such clean living kids, don’t they?
I’m not interested in Rick’s, but if you haven’t seen her sex tape, the highlight is not the sex (of which there is simply oodles), but rather the way Tommy & Pam, in complete seriousness, insist on calling each other “lovahh”, which sends me into hysterics every time. I kind of wish she would have another kid just so we could see which 90210 character name would come up next in the lottery (I was holding out for a little baby Brenda!), but alas, it is not to be.
I’m guessing this marriage did at least produce a sex tape, though (one which will probably gestate until the next bumpy PR cycle either has). Old habits die hard, and these two champions are about as desperate as one can be to avoid the glue factory of obscurity…
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Aww, honey. We all go through dry spells! I’m sure it has NOTHING to do with the bad press you got from your last job and your last relationship where you almost took down that internet mogul and then sold his shit online. Employers don’t really pay attention to the internet. I’m sure everyone just assumes you’re busy.
Here’s my question though: can a person with a history of so many scandals, lawsuits and restraining orders even HAVE references on their resume? Liam Donnelly, Patricia O’Hagan, John Stubbs, Neil Boyd, Michael Morgan, Gurmant Grewal… I mean, even your current employer referred to you in the press as “nine miles of bad road.” (What does it say about me that I’m still friends with most of my exes and bosses over the years?)
Most interestingly, The Tyee points out that scandal is actually in many ways the Marsden famly business: “Her father, Claude, was a high school teacher who in 2000 had his teaching license suspended after admitting to an inappropriate relationship with a 16-year-old student.” Much as one hates to ascribe human feelings to the Marsdenbot, somebody’s obviously working through some serious issues — and not very effectively.
Oh, but in case it wasn’t clear, good luck with the job hunt! (And thanks for reminding me, I must remember to ask my former colleague Michael Morgan if he’ll be a reference for me!).
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After a considerable absence, Poutina has risen from some rather infamous ashes (which we may end up dishing about at some point) and it’s great to be back! This is where you’ll find the most artery-clogging internet junk food, served up sloppily and in true Canadian-style.
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Playing some Fleetwood Mac with the house cover band “The Hudsons”. I love the backup singers’ baked potato pants so much. You can totally go your own way in those.
