Paris Hilton let us see hers, and Kim Kardashian's filmed sex romp with Ray J pretty much made her career (and launched her sisters' as well). Yet pretty little prude John Edwards doesn't want us, the American viewing public, to even see his videotaped deposition about his own sexxy DVD. The nerve.
I can understand Edwards not wanting to share the actual film with us. After all, a sex tape, filmed while his wife was undergoing chemo in another state, is a highly personal, moving testament to the magical, mystical love he had (and made) with sidepiece and now baby mama Rielle Hunter.
Besides, after watching the Tommy Lee/Pam Anderson tape (zowie!), it's understandable that he might feel a little insecure in the package department. But to deny us even his thoughts on the matter? That just doesn't seem fair. Also odd is that Edwards is trying to dictate the terms of his deposition. He'll talk about custody of the tape, but not about content? It's not even his case--Rielle Hunter is the one trying to get the tape back from ex-Edwards lackey Andrew Young. You remember him--the married guy who briefly took the fall for impregnating Hunter?
Young then grew disillusioned with Edwards, wrote a book about the affair and sold the film rights to Aaron Sorkin. He's claiming the naughty movie belongs to him because Hunter left it behind in the home he'd rented to her. That's what this court battle is about.
It's hard to determine who's the skeeziest player in this distasteful little affair. Edwards, of course, trashed his career and betrayed all the people who invested their time, faith and money in him. Hunter seems like a scheming political groupie with an over-eager reproductive system. Young is a disillusioned former sycophant who's now out for revenge. Even Edwards' cancer-stricken wife doesn't come off as quite the victim she's often been painted as.
So, whatever, John--keep your deposition private. But for making us sit through this never-ending shitshow, at least show us your nearly presidential pee-pee. It's only fair. C'mon, whip it out.