In fact, she’s probably the honorary chairwoman.
And don’t babble, gab, comment, converse, prattle, or spout off about it either.
Speaking of Ashley Judd, she’s going to the be the first guest on her mom’s new 6-episode radio show, which will air on June 8th. They’re going to talk about Ashley’s sexual abuse allegations (which they apparently have not discussed yet – so OF COURSE they should do that in front of an audience), and all sorts of other private family stuff which should be kept private but won’t because Ashley is riiiiiight in the middle of her big LOOK AT ME tour at the moment.
Gag.
That sound you’ll hear in the background will be her “service” dog trying to escape.
She could not be the president of this club. There are many, many words on that and they are all spelled correctly. All of them. Ha!
see, this is what I don’t get about this whacka doodle chick. She claims she is in recovery from major depressive disorder but keeps rehashing her past abuse and history for viewer consumption. She often says that ‘sharing her pain’ is beneficial to her well being but it just does’t sit well with me. Why keep talking about the same thing over and over again? Speaking of over, I am so over the african orphans, and I am sorry that makes me a horrible person. Why can’t celebrities focus on AMERICAN orphans for a change?
What’s funny is when I read “This Club is Totally Ashley Judd Approved” for some reason my brain interpreted that as an actual hand-held club that had been approved to bash Ashley over the head with.
Yeah, I am sleep deprived. This weekend has been trying. House got hit by lightning and fried my tv access, internet access, and then yesterday my power went out. So if my brain has to misinterpret words and translate them into images of Ashley Judd getting clubbed like a seal I will happily let it. Whatever gets me through the day.
Damn ROP! That sucks!
Would you feel better if I gave you an actual club to hit Ashley over the head with?
RoP, that is just awful! Hope this week is much, much better for you.
Wow, RoP, were you home at the time? Scary! Was the damage limited to your electrical stuff? Hope things get better soon for you.
Please tell me, please, please tell me that it wasn’t her mother that abused her, for cryin’ out loud! If I was the other sister, I’d have changed my name and gone into a witness protection program years ago. These two are completely insane.
You guys are sweet. Thanks. Yes, I would feel better if I got an actual club to hit Ashley with. Problem is I’d have to actually put myself in her presence to hit her. Not worth it.
Yes, I was home at the time and it was scary as heck. Loudest sound ever. We were kind of lucky (so far). Only the internet router and DirecTV receiver got fried, which are both being replaced for free. The TV and gaming consoles, as well as our computers, appliances, and gym equipment, are fine. There are some bricks that got blown off the chimney, but nothing too major.
What I’m holding my breath for is the electrician to come tomorrow and tell me what it will cost to restore the power. In the meantime I’m staying with my parents and praying.
And fantasizing about clubbing Ashley Judd. You know.
Dario Franchitti was on Letterman tonight, apparently an annual ritual for the winner of the Indy 500. DF is so unassuming, funny, well-spoken. The polar opposite of his wife. How DOES he stand her brand of narcissistic, pretentious, psychobabble CRAZY?
Anyway, I was on the edge of my seat throughout the interview thinking “please don’t mention Ashley Judd, please don’t mention Ashley Judd, please don’t mention Ashley Judd” – and PHEW! her name didn’t come up once. It was all about racing and the Indy 500. As it should be.
Interesting factoid – David Letterman sponsors an Indy car, and the guy who almost passed Dario in the last lap, Takuma Sato, races for David Letterman. He was very funny, he said to Dario “Don’t come back next year.”
To answer Bone’s question about who abused Ashley Judd, I can’t remember the exact details but her definition of sexual abuse is, shall we say, a little on the all-inclusive side.
From what I can recall from skimming her memoir, some old guy who owned a five and dime cajoled her into the back room when she was about ten and tried to french kiss her. Then she went to Japan to try out modeling when she was in her teens and some guy wanted her to give him a blow job. Oh, and she had to listen to her mom and her stepdad have a lot of loud sex because the walls where they lived were thin. ALL OF WHICH she calls sexual abuse.
I can’t recall whether there was ever what you and I would call classic sexual abuse.
Seems almost like she WANTS to be a victim of sexual abuse. Which is – weird. Maybe she feels like her feminist credentials aren’t bona fide unless she’s been a victim of the “patriarchy” as she likes to call it.