Nothing cements solid confirmation or belief in truth of a denial than out of the mouth of (and the face of) celebrity…………..that’s when things get poppin’.
Over the past several years, whispers and reports have been surfacing about Bill Cosby [and what’s turning out to be]: serial raping women as far back as the 70s and settling out of court with only one (Andrea Constand in 2004).
After the most recent allegation of Barbara Bowman who stated:
In 2004, when Andrea Constand filed a lawsuit against Bill Cosby for sexual assault, her lawyers asked me to testify. Cosby had drugged and raped me, too, I told them. The lawyers said I could testify anonymously as a Jane Doe, but I ardently rejected that idea. My name is not Jane Doe. My name is Barbara Bowman, and I wanted to tell my story in court. In the end, I didn’t have the opportunity to do that, because Cosby settled the suit for an undisclosed amount of money.
Over the years, I’ve struggled to get people to take my story seriously. So last month, when reporter Lycia Naff contacted me for an interview for the Daily Mail, I gave her a detailed account. I told her how Cosby won my trust as a 17-year-old aspiring actress in 1985, brainwashed me into viewing him as a father figure, and then assaulted me multiple times. In one case, I blacked out after having dinner and one glass of wine at his New York City brownstone, where he had offered to mentor me and discuss the entertainment industry. When I came to, I was in my panties and a man’s t-shirt, and Cosby was looming over me. I’m certain now that he drugged and raped me. But as a teenager, I tried to convince myself I had imagined it. I even tried to rationalize it: Bill Cosby was going to make me a star and this was part of the deal. The final incident was in Atlantic City, where we had traveled for an industry event. I was staying in a separate bedroom of Cosby’s hotel suite, but he pinned me down in his own bed while I screamed for help. I’ll never forget the clinking of his belt buckle as he struggled to pull his pants off. I furiously tried to wrestle from his grasp until he eventually gave up, angrily called me “a baby” and sent me home to Denver.
As a journalist, I will write + update happening news stories as my job-if my job were writing for a major newspaper or if I were writing for a major online news-only blog.
As a writer and trained journalism major who writes about stories in entertainment (both serious and for entertainment), one thing I do not like and won’t participate in is being spinned (for publicity)—unless I am being paid a nice chunk of change for it. To that example, I don’t know who wore me out the most (with mounting stories that spinned me: Shia Lebouf or Amanda Bynes). But alls I know is that after some time, no matter how serious (or true) I dropped my pen on them both. As a blogger writing an entertainment blog mag, I refused to keep up with new bar brawls, apologies, plagiarism sightings, suspecting of being on drugs, and with: purple hair, a bartender today, a fashion designer tomorrow, hanging out with Satanist yesterday, threats to kill dad, retracting threats etc.—and so on and so forth.
That being explained, jusssssst when I was about to rest my pen on Bill Cosby (thinking Barbara Bowman was the last one to step up and out of these mounting accusations of rape) in comes one about another woman (journalist) name Joan Tarpis with similar allegations of Bill Cosby raping her stating:
“As more and more of his rape victims have come forward, all telling similar stories the time is right to join them.”
Low and behold here in came another one during the past 24 hours-one that’s not going to look so good for the Cos this time around, because this next one having come forward is more than just some unknown woman and ghost from
Spitfire .
Media Maestro .
Writing Rhinoceros .
