I hope you’re happy with your slaughter of the innocent.
To say your attack on a 17 year
old school girl’s matric, dance dress was totally over the top and unwarranted
would be a lie – it was far worse than that.
Her story was about her enterprise and ingenuity in getting South Africa’s Olympic swimming, gold medallist Chad le Clos to be her date at her school’s matric
dance. As you know she did this by holding up an invitation placard in the
crowd that was at Johannesburg’s airport to welcome
athletes returning from the Olympics.
But you chose to do your utmost to take
the gloss off what was a particularly momentous
occasion for any school girl, by belittle her in the meanest possible way. And
you were aided and abetted by Nadine
Dreyer, the Editor of the Sunday
Times Lifestyle Magazine, who
allowed your vile venom to appear in
print.
Your article came across as some
kind of warped revenge for what happened to you 50
or was it a 100 years ago at your own matric
dance.
You
told us you designed your dress yourself based on one you saw in Vogue and it made you look like a Voortrekker wagon.
Well judging by the only picture of you
that I could find on the internet very little has changed. You still look like
a Voortrekker wagon only now your wheels
have come off and it would take more
than a team of oxen to pull you up again.
Looking such a mess your bitchy ranting about the dress
style of others can’t have any validity at all, let alone what the Sunday Times seems to give it.
If the way you looked for your own school dance made your
father cry, hopefully he’s not around to see you now. You say you got drunk and
was only allowed back to write your matric exam.
It
was the first forbidding presence of recklessness that would define my life and
it started with an ill-starred frock, you
wrote.
So we can blame all your reckless, trashy sniping at the
world on that ill-starred
frock.
You
began, OK so
the dress was wrong. Anyone could see that, as if this was an established fact,
not your warped opinion.
Surely
your murderous pen could have done better than to describe her dress as a bit like a Swiss
cheese; a hole where you expect cheese. Or it looked a bit
like a bathing suit that Ester Williams, a 50’s swimming star might have worn –
in the pool and it was little more
than an animated rag.
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| Lin on Cape Town Fashion Week |
And when you ran out of your own store of bitchy
remarks you quoted an anonymous colleague, who I don’t believe exists, as
saying It
doesn’t fit.
You had a field day lambasting Melanie’s
dress and evidently just as much fun knocking Jan Gert
Coetzee, the celebrity designer who produced it.
One of his greatest crimes,
apart from the one that appeared on Melanie, was evidently having designed
a dress for one of the Kardashian
sisters.
In your eyes that made him a warrior of the junk genre de jour, of reality TV, of people who are famous for being famous
(whatever that means), people who are not famous at all but think
they are. Not content with that slap down you continued with your
insults by saying, With his platinum curls and sweet lips, he has a terminal
case of celebriphilia.
Your idea of how Melanie
should have looked was for her to have had a simple hair style as her hair augmented
with extensions gave the appearance of boiling
over. So she didn’t even get that right in your expert opinion.
Her dress you believed should have been a chic contemporary
outfit in soft flamingo silk, an ivory and rose cardigan, and a swathe of seed
pearls.
Don’t tell me you saw that in Vogue
as well.
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| 'Sunday Times & the Art of Fiction' by Mathew Blackman |
Didn’t you once say that you had your first reporting job
with the News of
the World?
Well look how far trashing the lives of the famous for trashing’s sake, just to
increase circulation, got that rag.
I
would crucify the photographer in you next article, if I was you, because he
certainly didn’t take you from your
best side - if you’ve got one.
Regards,
Jon, Chairman of the Protect Our
Children from Predatory Journalists Society.
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