Toward the end of her 7 p.m. show at Ruth Eckerd Saturday night, Kathy Griffin told a long, funny and rather mind-boggling anecdote about spending her birthday with Cher freakin Cher! at the stars mega-mansion in Malibu. How did D-lister Kathy Griffin wind up chatting for five hours over birthday cake in freakin Chers football-field-sized bedroom suite? Because Rosie ODonnell introduced them, and Cher told Rosie she thought Griffin was a smart, funny chick who itd be fun to hang out with.
Which kind of sums up the increasingly paradoxical nature of Kathy Griffins D-list persona: She does seem like a smart, funny chick who it would be fun to hang out with but now she hangs out with Rosie and freakin Cher! Do you know who I spent yesterday with? she asks us. Gloria Estefan at her fuckin compound. OK, Griffin was visiting her for an episode of D-List but she was still spending the day with Glorida fuckin Estefan. And at this point Griffin is arguably hotter than either Cher or Gloria.
Does this mean her attitude toward celebrities is any less jaundiced, her barbs any less barbed? Well, maybe when it comes to the goddesses Cher, Oprah, Rosie but Paula Abdul? Nancy Grace? Michael Jackson? Octo-mom Nadya Suleman? She killed. Two biggest laugh/gasps of the evening: respective jokes about the surgical enhancements of Jackson and Suleman. If Jacksons nose falls off during a show, she wondered, would he hold his mic up to the hole like Stephen Hawking? And regarding octo-moms Angelina Jolie-esque mouth: Shes trying to convince us on TV that she hasnt had those lips done? Sorry, but it looks like she has a freshly fucked pussy on her face.