Genevieve Sabourin is Guilty of Extremely Bad Taste

My mother once was head accountant for Stapleton International Airport in Denver, Colorado.  Mom was a busy, cheerful woman who could travel farther and faster on high heels than any woman I ever knew, then or since.  Another thing you need to know about my mother is she was mad (mad!!!) about Lawrence Welk.   No, I can’t explain it.  Yet, on a weekly basis, we all had to sit down in front of the television while Mom watched the only program which didn’t put her immediately to sleep, the Lawrence Welk Show. 

One day word reached mother that Mr. Welk had just flown in and was in the airport.  Mom wasted no time in heading to baggage claim.  She had a bead on him in a heartbeat and walked up to personally welcome him to Denver.  She then proceeded to ask him a question that had been preying on her mind.  “Why don’t you play as many polkas as you used to?”  Welk told Mom that he still played lots of polkas and then proceeded to grab her in his arms and started vamping one out.  He and Mom whirled a quick polka around the baggage carousel and finished to wild applause.  My mother loved telling that story to her last day. 

Had Genevieve Sabourin (Alec Baldwin’s convicted stalker) been given that dance, she evidently would have assumed that Lawrence Welk was ready to leave home and hearth and set up housekeeping with her.  This silly, simple-minded little strumpet was actually convinced that Baldwin was ready to parley a one-night stand into a divorce, alimony, and child support.  No, I don’t buy Baldwin’s, “…I only invited her to dinner as a favor for a friend…” gambit.   But neither do I buy Sabourin’s tale that she was anything other than an easily available skinny piece of diversion.   After a contentious trial, Sabourin has been found guilty of stalking.  She will spend 90 days on Riker’s Island, learning how the other half lives.  If you think she looks older than her 41 years now (she does) wait until she gets out of jail.  

Stalking is a sick, nasty form of obsession.  Clearly, most of us do not have so thin an opinion of ourselves that we can only thicken our self esteem by latching on to a celebrity.  Nor do we have so grand an opinion of ourselves that we feel we have something to offer a celebrity that they simply can’t get anywhere else.  So whether it is from a lack or an abundance of ego, most of us would never become stalkers of the rich and famous.  

In my opinion, what Genevieve is really guilty of is extremely bad taste.  Of all the men in the world, why would she fixate on Alec Baldwin?  If what you want is an older man (always my age group of choice) there is Sean Connery, Tom Selleck, my husband...don’t even think about it, Missy!  Why Alec Baldwin?  This pasty faced, petulant, slightly overfed, and thinly talented man is nobody’s idea of, “Mr. Dreamy.”  In five years he is going to look like William Shatner, but without the Canadian charm and silky voice.  Baldwin is the kind of guy that you end up with on a blind date and can’t wait to ditch—as well as the friend who fixed you up!   Sabourin is a pretty ordinary looking woman, but surely there is a better choice for her fixation than this misogynistic, homophobic, nasty little mental lightweight. 

Wise up, Genevieve.  If my Mom could let go of Lawrence Welk, you can give up Alec Baldwin. 

Choose wisely ladies, and keep the faith.