Does the whole Simon Cowell poking at Paula Abdul (physically) thing bother anybody else but me? I realized last night that if I have to see Simon Cowell poking at Paula Abdul one more time, I’m going to fly to Hollywood and throttle him.
When she stands up and starts hitting him and telling him to stop touching her in the Ford theater on national television, it’s probably a good indicator to Cowell that his actions aren’t seen as friendly and amusing.
If he’d been doing that to Randy and Randy bashed him in the face, he wouldn’t do it it again. Instead, he picks on Paula; even worse last night cause she’s got the broken nose and bruised ribs. She’s already maybe half his size.
And you know, it’s got the same sort of whiff as the whole Harlangate thing. “Me and Paula are friends!” isn’t an excuse. It’s even more deplorable when it’s so fucking obvious that you’re being an ass. It does make you wonder: if Simon has problems backing off when someone publically tells him to knock it the fuck off and starts hitting him, what’s going to keep him from “knocking it off” in private? Will she have to claw his eyes out?
This is why I find Twisty’s whole discussion about “consent” (and… continued here) so damned amusing. What a different world we would live in. Not neccessarily a better one, mind, but oh fucking boy would it be different, and it sure does throw shitty behavior like this into stark relief.
