Earlier in the year, Pamela Anderson revealed to Us Weekly that she’d been molested as child by a “bad female babysitter” and her first sexual experiences with men were “not consensual.” It was only through finding success in the pages of Playboy that she was able to finally feel “free” and “empowered,” which she credits with saving her life. So given her experience, you’d just assume that Anderson would be sympathetic to the plight of women affected by #MeToo.
She’s not and made that very clear to 60 Minutes Australia:
“I’m a feminist, but I think that this third wave of feminism is a bore,” she said.
“I think it paralyses men. I think that this Me Too movement is a bit too much for me. I’ll probably get killed for saying that.”
Referring to the Harvey Weinstein scandal, Anderson appeared to defend the disgraced mogul. She said mother had taught her “don’t go to a hotel with a stranger”.
“If someone answers a door in a bathrobe and it’s supposed to be a business meeting, maybe I should go with somebody else,” Anderson told 60 Minutes.
Okay, that’s not ideal. But at least she didn’t advocate blowing the abusive monster.
“I think that some things are just common sense. Or if you go in, get the job,” she laughed. “I’m Canadian, I’m going to speak my mind, okay?”
She advocated blowing the abusive monster. Sonofabitch.
As for what happened to the surprisingly well-written Pamela Anderson from the early aughts who used to stand up for women in the pages of Jane Magazine, I’m not smart enough to quantify the effects of boning Kid Rock on intellectual degradation. My guess is it’s a goddamn buttload, but I have nothing to back that up except for poorly-drawn diagrams that look like stick figure Walter White getting eaten by balloons, so let’s go with Option B:
Being weird, maybe-sex buds with an accused rapist who’s been avoiding prosecution by living in an embassy for the past six years.
Despite running a gossip blog during the start of their “relationship,” I honestly couldn’t tell you a damn thing about Pamela Anderson and Julian Assange. I just assumed the two were dating, but it turns out that Anderson lives with French soccer star Adil Rami who she’s been dating since 2017. And yet Anderson still visits Assange in London and says weird shit about their time together:
When asked directly by reporter Liam Bartlett what sort of relationship she had with Assange, Anderson replied: “We like to call it a romantic struggle. It is to educate the world.”
The enigmatic Anderson said the pair’s relationship wasn’t about “holding hands”.
“We don’t have a romantic relationship like that, but I feel very close to him. And I feel closer to him than a lot of people have and he trusts me.”
However, there might be a simpler explanation for what’s going on, according to Page Six:
But insiders question the former “Baywatch” star’s true intentions — saying her much-photographed assignations at the embassy have created a way for Anderson to stay in the spotlight as her acting and modeling career has quieted down.
“Pam thrives on attention from famous men, and she thrives on press,” said a fashion designer who knows her. “It’s no accident she shows up to the embassy in those sexy outfits. They are all very contrived.”
For a Jan. 22 visit, the bombshell dressed like a vixen from a spy film, clad in all black — sky-high heels, a second-skin turtleneck showcasing her pneumatic bosom, giant sunglasses, even a scarf over her blond hair.
As for how these visits even work, who knows? If you put a gun to my head, I’d probably say Pamela Anderson presses her boobs up against the glass while he yells stuff about transparency until a guard separates them because I don’t know how embassies work. But according to The Guardian, Assange literally walks around like he owns the place and has taken over a third of the Ecuador embassy in London. Which means there’s a high probability that foreign dignitaries have walked in on Pamela Anderson having sex with Julian Assange behind a plant. And yet no one will kick him out, so you couldn’t find a better metaphor for being a man accused of rape. It’s a goddamn party.
But, please, Pamela Anderson, tell us about the paralyzed men of #MeToo again.
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