Tales From The Stripped

Here we go with Scott Stapp again. I recently had someone ask me, "If you hate Scott Stapp so much, why do you write about him?".

I will tell you why, my naive friend. Because I possess a thing called "journalistic integrity". It's kind of like real integrity, but not really. It's more like a fabulous pair of shoes that you got on sale but are horribly uncomfortable to actually wear. Journalistic integrity looks good, but in the long run, it ruins all your fun.

So, one of the women in the Scott Stapp sex tape is suing him, along with the video distribution company, for defaming her character and breach of verbal contract, blah, blah, blah. This is an actual quote from the papers that were filed with the court:

"Jane Doe was one of the four women who participated in the sexual acts, after a romantic interlude with Stapp, and under the belief that the video was to remain in Stapp's private possession. For all purposes, she is the star of the females in the video."

"Romantic Interlude"?

Interesting. A lot of people will tell you that romance is dead, but apparently it's alive and well and living on its knees in front of Scott Stapp. I can only assume romance swallows as well.

"She is the star of the females in the video"?

Gimme a minute. I think my sides just actually split open. I think that in this new world of reality television, people are really throwing the word "star" around quite haphazardly.

Susan Sarandon = Star

Topless skank on a camcorder video in an RV with Scott Stapp and Kid Rock = Day-Shift Stripper

See the difference? It's a fine line, I know.

Maggie