Oh, Chevy Chase. How we used to love you. We giggled at your SNL bits; we chortled our way through “Caddy Shack;” we quoted long stretches of “Fletch” dialogue from memory. We even rooted for your sad little late night talk show to succeed… when it was clear to us that it wouldn’t.
But then you went rogue on us. You stopped being funny. You made bad movies. You alienated everyone who loved you.
And now this. Never mind the digs at Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn — in either of whose movies, let’s be honest, you’d be lucky to get an uncredited cameo at this point. Frankly, we expect that sort of sour-grapes behavior from you by now.
But admitting — nay, boasting — to national media that you call your own daughter a whore?
“I mean, I can remember the first time I called her a whore. We just laughed for half an hour. Because she’s anything but. But she gets it immediately and laughs. I’d call her every day down at school; she might pick up and say, ‘Whoretown!’ She said something the other day like, ‘Dad, how much should I charge?’ “
That is so wrong, in so many ways, I don’t know what to say…except thank goodness you’re at least wealthy enough to afford plenty of therapy for your hilarious little whore-child.
