If I thought I could believe a word of what Candy Spelling has to say, this would be a non-story. But something about the widow of Aaron and mom to Tori rubs me the way Dina Lohan does. Specifically, they seem to share a knack for fame-whoredom and self-unawareness.
So that’s why I think it’s probably not a coincidence that a few hours before the launch party for Tori’s new book Mommywood, Candy was pimping out their relationship for attention. On her blog (NSFW due to the schmaltzy music that auto launches), she posted this open letter to Tori:
I’m a mother who, like every mother, wants communication and a great relationship with you, my daughter, and your family. I’d love to work it out the way all families try to resolve issues. In private. But, as I wrote in my book, I was a celebrity by marriage, and then a celebrity by motherhood. That means my life is public. I’m used to it. It comes with the territory.
What makes it so difficult is to hear you say things like, I’d like to call my mother, or I love my mother but don’t speak to her, or I think she has my nanny’s phone number. I don’t want a reunion via talk show or to speak through the press. I want a relationship with you and my grandchildren.
I am hopeful.
Yeah, OK, because it kind of sounds like she’d love a televised reunion. Or maybe just a little press conference, nothing fancy. Just as long as they serve those little crustless sandwiches that she likes so much. Oh, and make sure Access Hollywood is invited, won’t you? Be a doll and refill her mimosa.
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I think Candy Spelling should be Public Enemy #1 just for assisting in the creation of The FUGLIEST Celebrity Ever to Scare a Baby. Tori Spelling’s face makes me mad. I can’t even look at her without throwing something, which is why I’ve taken to raiding Target for throw pillows, so I won’t hurt people.
What was this post about? Oh, yeah–”LEAVE ME ALONE, I INSIST THAT YOU…hey, where are you going? Come back here and LEAVE ME ALONE! With a CAMERA!”
yeah, I want to be private and I want to have a private meeting with you, which is why I blogging to you publicly, so we can, you know, meet in private. Ever heard of a phone?
She’s kinda GILF-y for a 104 year old. Plus the largest, most expensive private residence in California, and enough diamonds around her neck in that picture for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life. You say she’s single again right?
**Puts on sexy jewel thief tuxedo**
Alright, who pulled out the ungly stick and went swinging at those two hag-bags?
Swede, I’d say Aaron Spelling, but that would have narsty overtones, and I hate to speak ill of the dead, especially as I’m trying to turn over a new leaf.
But it’s true.
Sad but true, Beige. All the nose jobs in the world don’t necessarily a beauty make.
good god what 2 creepy looking chicks. and holly you’re right, she is very dina lohan-esque. ick!
WOW that is a lot of jewelry. Something tells me that I could save all the money I make for a year and still not afford even one of those earrings. I also like how classy she was while plugging her own book; you know, just a casual mention, it’s available in all the better stores, but that’s not the point, I really just want to talk to my daughter.
Can I be an adopted daughter while you’re at it, Pasta?
Huh. I didn’t realize raccoon eyeliner was a genetic trait.
I just really can’t bring myself to accept that Tori Spelling is famous outside the confines of her own skull. She’s so ugly she probably has to sneak up on a glass of water; she couldn’t act hot if she were doused in lighter fluid and set alight; and she doesn’t seem bright or particularly civic-minded. Nor, apparently, can she knit or cook. Unless she has some ferocious and as-yet-undiscovered skills as a fighter pilot, I say she needs to be a lunchroom lady somewhere.
“Celebrity by motherhood?” what the hell does that even mean? It’s not like everyone is banging down the door of Tom Cruise’s mom to interview her.