Rielle Hunter said at the outset that people told her not to go on “The Oprah Winfrey Show.” That turned out to be extremely good advice that went unheeded.
“Oprah” is for wronged women, not space-age mistresses, who arbitrarily make certain areas off limits while happily spilling their guts about others. Hunter insisted that the hostility toward her stems from people’s personal baggage. “It doesn’t have to do with me,” she said.
That might have been somewhat true before, but the antipathy I felt had everything to do with her — and it had nothing to do with her role in John Edwards’ infidelity involving his cancer-stricken wife.
No, what I really hated was Hunter’s hypocrisy, which came through loud and clear even with Winfrey delivering a relatively soft if not exactly sympathetic forum.
“I am a really private person,” Hunter said, while proceeding to air her laundry in public, and peppering her talk with new-age aphorisms.
When she saw Edwards, there was something “alive and authentic and real about him.”
She wanted to help him “see his authentic self.”
She is a “person who’s committed to truth,” but she was blinded by “the power of the love.”
Using the Woody Allen defense — i.e. “The heart wants what it wants” — she said, “Our hearts were louder than the minds.” Why is it always “hearts” and never more in the neighborhood of “genitals?” That at least I could appreciate.
It’s not entirely clear why Hunter chose to do the interview — which Winfrey, of course, timed for the start of the latest rating sweeps — but if the goal was to improve her image, she didn’t help herself.
Rielle, get real.