Actually, I would have voted it “Catfight of the Year,” but you never know what’s going to happen in the vast desert of daytime TV, where this might be superseded by another clash of the titans any day now.
Faithful reader, I confess to never having caught these two celebrities on the forums that bring them to an amusement-deprived nation’s attention-- Omarosa Manigault-Stallworth (even the name exhausts me!) on Donald Trump’s The Apprentice, or Wendy Williams on her eponymous radio show.
But, surfing the channels the other night, I was staggered by a half minute or so of such choice insults from these two ladies that I became convinced that they could form the core of a little coven all their own—if they could ever meet again without scratching each other’s eyes out.
Initially, I only caught the choicest bits on TV—a minute’s worth about the Angry Black Woman, the nose job, the Botox, the oh-surely-well-meant (!!!!) suggestion of Restylane, the counterthrust about the wig. Seeing it over five minutes, as in this clip, is so much more entertaining, what with Wendy’s glacial stare, Omarosa’s barely suppressed cackles, the mutual attempt at Moving Right Along before it all came apart again, and the audience doing its part, whooping it up and leaping to its feet at the end of the five-minute segment.
If you’ve ever wondered how thrilled Kramer must have felt on Seinfeld when he exclaimed, in wonder, “Oohhh….Catfight!!!!”—watch this, before Fox—which has done so much to elevate the national cultural discourse—yanks it from the Web.
In the past, I always chuckled at the great H.L. Mencken one-liner, “When women kiss, it always reminds one of prize-fighters shaking hands.” In this instance, I think the two parties involved should bypass the preliminaries and head straight for the boxing gloves…
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