Reality of Shameless Fame Seeking – The Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag Story
The two gave an interview to Daily Beast, which appears on their site today. They are now broke, living with his parents in Santa Barbara rent-free. They can’t find jobs, suffering the fall-out of being obnoxious fame seekers with zero shame. It’s hard enough finding a job in this economy, so try adding arrogant, delusional, and lazy to your portfolio.
“We got so deep with how many storylines we had to do to continue the machine.” “So what was one more fake breakup?” Heidi asked rhetorically.
“At that point, we were pulling our last cards,” Spencer said. “We felt the hot-air balloon losing its gas. And at that stage, our income would be selling the photo that would go along with the divorce.” (But their once-lucrative side business was yielding around $300 per photo in 2010, rather than the $3,000 they used to get.)
What the hell happened? What were they thinking? And where did all the money go? “We never had any!” said Spencer in response to the money question. Meaning, it went out as quickly as it came in. Spencer estimated they spent $2 million on Heidi’s ill-fated pop-music career, hiring writers, producers, and engineers who worked with Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, and Lady Gaga. There were lots of clothes, too. “I probably spent a million dollars on suits and fancy clothes,” Spencer said. “My whole million-dollar wardrobe—I would never wear that again. They’re props. Everything we were doing, we were buying props. I bought a big blue monster truck just to drive it on The Hills for an episode. Never drove it again.”
This should be an important lesson for the casts of Jersey Shore and such. Fame is fleeting. I understand you are on the cover of In Touch Weekly (I am talking about you Teresa from Real Housewives of New Jersey), but at some point is it worth it? You sell a story about your impending divorce or pursuit of a new baby just so you can extend your fame a little longer and buy a few handbags in the process. But months later, when the general public has moved onto the next pop culture figure, you will be sitting in your house with a head full of ratty hair extensions and various utility bills awaiting your payment. It won’t be your finest hour.
