Ex-Pussycat Dolls member Kaya Jones recently #tooktotwitter with accusations that The Pussycat Dolls was actually a front for a prostitution ring. Now Robin Antin, the founder of the PCD, is scratching back at Kaya and calling her an attention seeking liar who was never even in the group to begin with.
According to The Blast:
Robin Antin tells The Blast she was shocked when she heard Kaya Jones‘ allegations, but they are nothing more than “disgusting, ridiculous lies,” and Jones is “clearly looking for her 15 minutes.”
Whatever you may think of Kaya’s motives or timing, it’s not a stretch to believe some shady shit went down with the PCD. At this point in time, I wouldn’t be shocked to hear that Tom Hanks ran an underground naked lady cage fighting ring that was sponsored by Avon. But Robin seems to think Kaya might be on some sour grapes bullshit and doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
Antin is surprised Jones is even talking on behalf of The Pussycat Dolls, because she says Jones was actually just on a trial and never an official member of the group. She says Jones was just one of the many girls that auditioned for the group over the years, but ended up washing out and never became a permanent fixture.
One thing in particular has got Robin’s fur up; she took special umbrage with Kaya’s insinuation that she was the “den mother” who was in some way responsible for the suicide of G.R.L. (another Robin Antin group) member Simone Battle. Robin characterized those accusations as “nasty.” The Blast reports that Robin thinks that it’s “unfathomable and disrespectful to everyone who works towards suicide prevention and awareness” to bring it up. These are gloveless, lawless time we are living in.
Sources close to The Pussycat Dolls tell us the group’s lawyer has been contacted and is drafting a legal letter to send to Jones warning her to stop spreading lies and damaging the brand, or face the legal consequences.
Honestly, it’s all nasty. All of it. Hollywood is nasty. The PCDs are nasty. Politics are nasty. Men are nasty. Who’s that eating that nasty food? Oh, yeah, nasty boys. Everybody’s nasty except for Michel’le and me. We’re nicety.