Skip to main content

Celebrity Rambling...

Most people have heard of Howard Stern. He's the radio shock jock who is known for his sexually explicit and often vulgar on-air antics.

But do you know Howard K. Stern? He and those around him might be even more shocking than the other Howard.

Howard K. is described as a "family friend and personal attorney" of Anna Nicole Smith, former Playboy playmate and Guess Jeans model who is now the TrimSpa diet program spokeswoman. Smith was the woman who married the 80-something billionnaire J. Howard Marshall years ago and fought with his son over the estate when Marshall kicked -- all the way to the Supreme Court.

Most recently, Anna Nicole gave birth to a girl in the Bahamas, then suffered the loss of her 20-year-old son, Daniel, who mysteriously died in her hospital room. His death was ruled an accidental overdose of methodone and two antidepressants.

So she's not exactly a stranger to drama. The twists and turns keep coming. Howard K. went on Larry King on Tuesday and declared himself the new baby's father and said he was in love with Anna and planned to marry her. This disputes entertainment journalist Larry Burkhead's claims that HE is the baby's father.

So everyone's like, Amy, why do we care?

I have no good answer for that, other than if you watched The Anna Nicole Show reality series on cable a few years ago, you'd know that this woman's life is a train wreck and way too juicy to ignore.

As described by Wikipedia...
The show followed the exploits of Anna Nicole Smith and her entourage; much of the focus of the series was on the fact that Smith had become morbidly obese after falling out of the public eye, no longer received regular modelling or acting work, and, at the time of the series' debut, was in a precarious financial state after lavish spending sprees and the battle against her step-son-in-law for her deceased husband's fortune. Story arcs included Smith's alleged period of unwilling celibacy (which Smith referred to as "the dry spell); her struggle to cure her miniature poodle's habit of attempting intercourse with inanimate objects; her love-hate relationship with her toothless, redneck cousin; and her "fashion feud" with flamboyantly homosexual interior decorator Bobby Trendy. Perhaps intentionally (as indicated by the series' tagline, "It's not meant to be funny. It just is.") many of the situations on the show were inexplicable or highly unlikely; for example, even in Smith's obese state, it was very unlikely that she could not find a single man willing to have sex with her, as she repeatedly claimed.


I'm secretly obsessed with Howard K. I've always thought his relationship with Anna was a little odd...I mean who goes to the Bahamas to give birth and brings along her lawyer? He was even in a movie with her called Wasabi Tuna in 2004 -- which, incidentally grossed a whopping $7,950 in ticket sales. Also in a bit of interesting timing, he got a divorce in 2002...the same year The Anna Nicole Show debuted with Howard K. as her ever-present legal counsel.

Is Anna his only client? And if she is his client, and he's making babies with her, isn't there something ethically unsound about that? So does this mean he's now unemployed?

These are burning questions that must be answered.
I smell a stinker of a TV movie coming...

Comments

Anonymous said…
I thought Larry the Cable Guy was ANS's baby-daddy?
Jenni said…
I'm still trying to adjust to the fact that it was her 20yo son and not her 20yo boyfriend. She and he look the same age in pictures. Hollywood!!
Brianne said…
That is just so sad about her son.

I am usually one for celebrity gossip and all, but the paternity debate over ANS' daughter is the one thing I couldn't care less about. I'd actually prefer to see pictures of the baby... That's probably wrong, in light of the circumstances.

Popular posts from this blog

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal. ...

Who knew...

'Tis the season for bridal bliss. 'Tis also the season for the accompanying reception dance. And what's a wedding reception without that most unique of all marriage celebration dance numbers: The Chicken Dance. You know the drill. Polka starts, beak-quacking hand gestures, flapping, butt shimmying, and clapping ensue. A fun time is had by all (especially if there's an open bar). What you may not know is that: 1. This oom-pah song's origins rest with a Swiss according player named Werner Thomas who wrote it, most accounts say, in the 1950s. It originally was called the Duck Dance. 2. It is NOT German or Austrian, despite the images its roll-out-the-barrel-ish feelings it might conjure up. 3. A fellow named Norm Edlebeck, who was a bandleader from Wisconsin, introduced America to the Chicken Dance on TV's PM Magazine in 1982. 4. More than 140 versions of it have been recorded worldwide, including Walt Disney Records, together making more than 40,000,000 records (o...

IHATE IHOP Update

Tim went a few rounds, verbally, with the IHOP manager on Sunday and ended up getting our meal for half price. He still had to pay, though. I do not think that these people understand the severity of their incompetence. Or perhaps they just do not care. Someone commented to us that perhaps we should tell the IHOP folks what happened to the last restaurant that did us wrong. Recall the lactating masses who came out in support of us when we were booted from Hoover House restaurant in West Branch because I refused to breastfeed my baby in the bathroom? Remember the stories that ran in every newspaper and on every TV news show in the state -- and beyond? I'd like to point out that the Hoover House (which interestingly enough doubled as a venue for wet T-shirt contests on weekends) went out of business after our little incident. And for those of you who were befuddled and wondering how the police got involved on Sunday...someone from IHOP took the time to run out and write down our lice...