Just When You Thought LeAnn Rimes Couldn’t Get Worse, She ‘Jokes’ That She Once Raped Her Boyfriend
LeAnn Rimes is horrible. I already knew that. I thought her particular level of horribleness, as well as the particular level of rage I feel towards her, couldn't get much worse. And yet she continues to surprise me by getting more and more horrible by the day. Remorse and self-awareness are foreign words to her. Take, for instance, her and her husband Eddie Cibrian's recent appearance on Joan Rivers' web talk show “In Bed With Joan,” in which LeAnn made not one but two rape jokes. Actually, calling them jokes implies they were funny. These were just the insensitive, idiotic comments of a horrible human being.
The first reference to rape comes right at the beginning when Joan gives LeAnn and Eddie their drinks and LeAnn laughs, “This one might be roofied!” But lest you think that's the extent of LeAnn's amusement with the concept of rape, later on in the video (about twelve minutes in) Joan asks her about how she lost her virginity, and here's what she says:
“I was in Monte Carlo … I was 16 … He was my boyfriend for like three and a half years, so he was fine. I think I raped him. I think that's how it happened.”
LeAnn smiles afterward, but I'm failing to see what she finds so funny. The only thing I'm coming up with in my search is that the very concept of raping someone, or perhaps the concept of a woman raping a man, is downright hilarious to her. Hilarious enough that she's willing to say she did it to her boyfriend, whether or not that's the case. And I'm honestly not sure what to think based on her tone. It's scaring me a little.
And oh how appropriate that earlier in the interview, when discussing her childhood in the music industry, she explains that she still has the same specific mindset she did then, in that “If someone tells me no, I'm gonna do it.” Wow… that happens to be exactly what rape is. Funny how things work out like that, huh?
The facepalm doesn't even begin to do her stupidity justice. We need to invent a new gesture, like the facetenthousandpalms, in which the population of a small town sticks their hands on your face. Kind of like what I wanted to happen when she posted that hilarious photo on Twitter making fun of the fact that she's a homewrecker, or when she proudly declared that she tells Eddie's kids about their affair, or really anything she does. UGH.