WikiLeaks v. NeNe Leakes:
I have oft said how Shakespeare could have toiled for a thousand years before ever penning a line as brilliant as “Close your legs to married men, trash box!” on Bravo’s The Real Housewives of Atlanta. But now, Julian Assange’s Real Diplomats of Kandahar is giving my girl NeNe a run for her money in the department of DRAMA.
So, I am conducting a thorough analysis of the treasonous, explicit, racy, sensitive, ultra-secretive information that has gone into the public sphere—also, I’m reading the Wikileaks stuff—to determine who is the ultimate “Leake/Leak.”
For, as Sherée once mused, “Who gonna check me, boo?” Now, I realize, it is I who shall do the checking. Boo. (Hopefully with some help from Andy Cohen.)