Ashley Dupre: From prostitute-to-politicians to, uh, paid journalist
So today in front of a Manhattan office skyscraper on East 42d Street, a mob of paparazzi was hanging in front.
Naturally, a reporter needed to know the stalkee's identity.
"A journalist," one piped up.
Wow! A journalist in the news, said another journalist discreetly slipping her dangling press tags inside a black overcoat.
“Which one?” she slyly inquired.
Yup, that’s ex-Democrat Gov. Eliot Spitzer’s former paid-steady, now a new, also paid advice columnist for the N.Y. Post.
She was being interviewed on a morning TV show in case who knows maybe bipartisan sex talk might sell more copies of the newspaper founded by Alexander Hamilton 208 years ago back before the word "shame" went out of style in America.
A funny thing: When she emerged, Ashley even, sort of, kind of, looked like a reporter gal — the long black overcoat, the black shoes that were almost sensible. Only a tan gave her away. Reporters are never tanned. More like sallow, wan and pasty.
"Sure, she's made some mistakes," the Post says right up front without revealing precisely how much $,$$$ Dupre got paid for said mistakes with Client No. 9 and others.
Think this will help Rupert Murdoch's N.Y. tabloid?
In Ashley's debut column, J. Marshall in the East Village asks for the telltale signs that a man is unhappy in marriage.
Dupre's analysis points out that girlfriends tend to be more attentive to their partner before nuptials.
But once they become wives, the nightie turns into a sweatshirt and the pressured female tends to focus instead on other things like the children, leaving the once primary, still primal male feeling, well, secondary.
"Guys are so easy to please and I don't just mean sexually," Dupre opines.
She offers advice on how to make your fella feel special at home so he doesn't, you know, go looking for happy endings elsewhere.
Speaking of elsewhere, Dupre weighs in to the Post on America's current top -- or bottom -- serial philanderer:
Here you have all these girls accepting gifts, money, trips from Tiger in exchange for sex — all the while knowing he is married. And now they all can’t wait to tell their stories in exchange for even more money from the tabloids? And I was the hooker? At least I kept my mouth shut.
Until now anyway.
-- Geraldine Baum
Photos: AFP / Getty Images (Before: Dupre with her big sunglasses but without her press credentials); N.Y. Post (After: Dupre as an unbottoned-up journalist).