I don’t know if she’s jealous of his luscious, natural curls or what but Wendy Williams decided to come for Howard Stern on her show by encouraging her fans to buy his new book, despite the fact that he’s “gone Hollywood”. Pretty petty coming from a woman who credits Howard with helping to get her where she is. But also, who fucking cares? Well, Howard does, that’s who! Howard was incensed by this accusation and, according to People, “spent a chunk of his popular SiriusXM radio show” mercilessly (and frankly, needlessly) reading her for filth. Maybe he’s jealous of her luscious boobs.
Here’s what Wendy had to say about Howard’s new book. My favorite part is of this clip is the audience’s scandalized GASP when she says the title which is Howard Stern Comes Again.
If you just can’t with Wendy’s face, here’s the crux of what she said that got Howard so riled up.
Howard is so Hollywood right now. And Howard, I love you, but since you’ve gone Hollywood, everything you say is so predictable. Every story is going to be about, ‘Oh, I love this one, and then we went on their yacht.’ He’s a Hollywood insider, which sucks.
“You started like me, being of the people. But at some point you sat behind the microphone for too long and now you are the people,” Williams added. “It hurts.”
And she’s right, it is painful seeing someone more successful than you being invited on yachts when the only boat you’re likely to see is a magic eye sailboat painting in the waiting room at the clinic. But Wendy doesn’t need me to pile on here. Here’s some of what Howard had to say after talking shit about her tits and saying she makes RuPaul look like Margot Robbie (both should sue).
Jealous bitch. … You are nobody to me, you’ll never be me, Wendy. You’ll never be me. You can pretend to be me, you can pretend to be like me, but you’re not. You don’t have my wit and you don’t have my talent. … You couldn’t have that career. You’re a fly.
What cause I know Jimmy Kimmel? Who am I hanging out with? She doesn’t know who I’m hanging out with. She doesn’t know what I do in this world. She doesn’t know who I’m fucking with.
What have I done to this woman? Nothing. I’ve been gracious to her. Worry about your husband, not me. … Fuck you and your dumb show and your mystery illness. She disappears for two months, nobody knows why, and now she’s questioning me? Thanks honey. …. I never fainted on my show either.”
I’m not somebody you want to fuck with, honey. I don’t want to hear your bullshit. And you’re not a nice person. Nobody likes you, that’s why you can’t go Hollywood.
For a couple of shameless, muckraking, shit-talking gossip queens, they sure do have thin skins. If I were Jimmy Kimmel, I wouldn’t invite either of them on my yacht.