Earlier this week we told you about Liskula Cohen, the model who was pissed off because an anonymous blogger was calling her mean names on the internet. A judge ruled that Cohen had the right to know the identity of the blogger behind “Skanks In NYC,” so she could sue them for defamation, and ordered Google to fork over the email address that the blogger used to start the site. At the time, Cohen said she hoped the person wouldn’t end up being someone she knows and considers a friend. Well, after doing some internet sleuthing — using Google, I assume? — Cohen discovered that her nemesis was, in fact, a frenemy! The woman behind “Skanks in NYC” is a “social acquaintance” — her name hasn’t been revealed — who Cohen describes as “an irrelevant person” whom she’d bump into at events and restaurants. So what did Cohen do with this new information? The answer may surprise you. Keep reading »
In today’s installment of GOOP, the newsletter we love to hate and hate to love, Gwyneth Paltrow bores us to tears with words of wisdom about “evil tongue,” i.e. speaking evil of others. Before asking her various gurus and life coaches and self-help experts to help her understand “the consequences of perpetuating negativity or feeling schadenfreude,” she talks about her experience with a “frenemy” and admits that her own tongue, GASP, is occasionally evil.
Back in the day, I had a “frenemy” who, as it turned out, was pretty hell-bent on taking me down. This person really did what they could to hurt me. I was deeply upset, I was angry, I was all of those things you feel when you find out that someone you thought you liked was venomous and dangerous. I restrained myself from fighting back. I tried to take the high road. But one day I heard that something unfortunate and humiliating had happened to this person. And my reaction was deep relief and…happiness. There went the high road.
Naturally, we didn’t give a s**t about any of GOOP’s “lessons” about, um, s**t-talking, but we did go cuh-razy hypothesizing about WHO this “frenemy” could be. Frankly, it’s so obvious, it’s almost sad. Our theory, after the jump. Keep reading »