It wasn't so long ago that Christie Brinkley was on top of the world.
People wanted to give her money for things other than pretending to use and enjoy gym equipment with Chuck Norris. Her rapturous beauty snared men left and right, and then left again and then right again.
Then the beast that is divorce decided to lift its ugly head every time she got married. There's a heavy stigma attached to four divorces – but maybe in this case there shouldn't be. Her current divorce, it would seem, came about as a result not of her actions, but those of her loose-moralled quill-dippin' husband's. It seems he was watering the plant of a recent high school graduate, if you catch our drift.
You do catch our drift, don't you?
It seems Christie Brinkley gave her man (Peter Cook) the boot after she found out he'd been plowing the wrong farmland. He'd offered his would-be mistress a job as his assistant, and 19-year-old Diana Bianchi readily accepted – soon after which he started rubbing her all over his company letterhead.
Bianchi's stepfather is a very angry police officer. The stepfather knew of the affair, and it understandably disgusted him. He confronted Cook right in front of Brinkley saying:
"If I were not worried about getting my pension, you'd be a dead man. Stop dating my daughter."
That, reportedly, is how Brinkley learned of the sexual dalliance – the cat was out of the bag. The girl met Cook while she was working at a toystore (yes, you read that right), he then offered her a job as his assistant. She quit after a few short months as she was uncomfortable with all the gifts-for-sex business. Her lawyer said that Cook:
"first lured this girl into his web by employing her… and then showering her with gifts. Being put in the position that (Cook) put her in, which was to be financially dependent on him… as long as she provided sex — that’s the relationship that the law frowns upon when you’re an employer and an employee."
Tell us about it. One celebrity, let's call her 'Elizabeth Taylor,' kept offering us a Miata a week so long as we continued to prance about her loft in a tiger-striped leotard, all the while dragging elegant purple and pink paper streamers through the air behind us. Sure, 'Taylor' circa 1966 wouldn't have been bad at all, but we're talking yesterday or the day before. She first saw us working a frozen yogurt stand, and her and her wheelchair simply had to make us theirs. She let us go when we got fat earlier this morning.
Celebrities and their handicap-friendly equipment can be so shallow.
[story by Shawn Lindseth]