Donatella Versace Less Important Than Backstreet Boy

Dude, you know your career is passing it’s moment in the skin cancer inducing moment in the sun when you get bumped to make way for Nick Carter, former boy bander turned reality star whose latest claim to fame was bumping uglies with Paris Hilton. Pfft. Even my doorman can put that on his resume. Blogger Ross Greenberg witnessed firsthand The Fall Of The House Of Versace:

I was at Geisha House Saturday night for my friend DJ’s birthday dinner. Shortly after being seated, Donatella Versace comes waltzing by, face like a frying pan, accompanied by five well-dressed goons and they are seated at the table next to us. Our waiter was also assigned to Donatella’s table. He comes over to me about 10 minutes later to tell me that when he approached Donatella for her drink order, he was instructed by goon #1 not to speak to Donatella, that the goons would speak for her. Then I noticed one of the managers go to Donatella’s table and shufffle the party off. A few minutes later Backstreet Boy Nick Carter sits down with a table full of girls. When the waiter returned I asked him what happened to Donatella and he said they moved her outside because she’s a chain smoker. I guess they told her to “Get out!”

Kudos to Ross for taking the brave task on of snarking the tanned hide Signora Versace. I am afraid of Donatella Versace and I am certain I am not the only one who fears she might come after me while peeling off her leathery face to reveal she’s a cyborg ready to gouge my eyes out and replace them with yellow snakeskin leather belts decorated with gold Medusa headed Versace logos.