What a relief. The case against Shawne Merriman has been dismissed. Whew!
Shawne is a free man. He can breath easy. And so can I.
For the last few days, I had really been sweating it. Not just because I am a life-long Chargers fan worried about how this case might affect the team.
But because I felt partially responsible for this whole Tila Tequila hangover in the first place.
Let me explain my feelings of guilt. A few years ago, I created a TV show called “The Bachelor.” Although controversial at the time, “The Bachelor” quickly became ABC’s No. 1 show and spawned countless cable rip-offs. One of those dirty derivations was an ugly, little MTV dating show starring a bisexual chick named Tila Tequila.
“I have nothing against bisexual chicks and, of course, I deplore violence against women. But this particular girl is typical of the random skanks who populate most reality TV shows (not mine, of course).
Ms. Tequila has no discernible talent, no Julliard schooling, and, ultimately, no legitimate reason to be a star. What she does have is an ability to chase down the spotlight like Merriman hunts down a quarterback.
Trust me. A girl like Tila Tequila will do just about anything for publicity.
With her show long ago canceled, Ms. Tequila’s celebrity status was about to expire. She was spinning. And not just from multiple shots of Patron.
When these so-called “celebrities” feel their star fading, they become increasingly desperate to keep their names in the news. Fame is a drug and when you take it away from an addict, things get ugly.
Does that mean she was lying about everything that happened at 4 a.m. at Merriman’s Poway home? Not necessarily. But believe me, Tila and her “representatives” were thrilled to be back in the headlines—even for just a week.
Nice career move.