According to TMZ, Russell Simmons’ latest in a growing line of accusers comes not only with an awful allegation against him, but with a $5 million lawsuit. A 37-year-old woman named Jennifer Jarosik claims she met 60-year-old Russell Simmons in 2006 and they bonded over meditation, yoga, and being vegan (he was still been married to Kimora Lee at that time). Jennifer was also working on a documentary at the time, which Russell allegedly offered to co-produce and finance. Ten years later, Russell allegedly invited Jennifer to his house. Once there, it became very clear Russell’s motives weren’t to compare mediation mantras or fry up some tempeh bacon.
For a man who supposedly loves yoga and meditation, you would think Russell Simmons might move a little slower and be a little more mindful when it comes to making decisions. But back in December, Russell thought it was a great idea to defend himself against multiple sexual assault allegations by creating a campaign called #NotMe.
Uncle Rush might have stayed a little too true to his nickname and rushed to post that, because he’s having second thoughts now.
In one of the mostly spectacularly tone deaf moves I’ve seen in #thesetryingtimes, Russell Simmons has started his own #movement on Instagram in an effort to express his innocence and defend himself against multiple allegations of sexual assault. Are you ready for the dawn of #NotMe?
Last month, a former model named Keri Claussen Khalighi alleged that Russell Simmons had raped her (while Brett Ratner watched) in 1991. Russell claimed everything was consensual. Then screenwriter Jenny Lumet accused him of alleged rape. Russell released a statement implying it was all consensual. Yesterday, The New York Times published the accounts of four women accusing Russell of sexual assault, three of whom accuse him of rape. Prepare for a case of déjà-vu, because Russell has responded, and he recycled his favorite denial about everything being consensual.
Russell Simmons and Brett Ratner have been friends for a long, long time. When Brett started out in show business directing music videos, he was sort of Russell’s protege. Kind of like the Luke to Russell’s Yoda. Except if recent allegations by a model are true, their relationship was more like that of Darth Vader/whatever dark-sided underling Darth Vader took a shine to.
“Can you believe that I have to suck that to pay the lease on my BMW?” is what Shannon Elizabeth said before her laughs turned into desperate tears and she ran off to the nearest pay phone to call her parents in Waco, Texas to beg them to let her come back home.
Earlier this month, the definition of random decided to show itself in the form of 56-year-old Russell Simmons and 40-year-old Shannon Elizabeth showing up to a Golden Globes party together. It was like two coagulated cum blasts from the past. I guess Shannon is still fucking that
chicken turtle, because here they are leaving 1Oak in West Hollywood last night. I thought the cookie spread and spelt bread (it’s all I had, don’t ask) sandwich I ate for dinner last night was random, but this tops that shit. Russell has gone from Kimora to Sophie Monk to self-proclaimed not-gold-digger Julie Henderson to Lauren from Alias to Shannon Elizabeth. I feel like I need to bust out PowerPoint to properly show all the upgrades and downgrades of Russell’s “dating” history. And Shannon went from the love child of Kevin Smith and Howard Stern to Mark Philippoussis to Derek Hough to the yoga turtle. I’m also going to need PowerPoint to properly show all the upgrades and downgrades of Shannon’s dating history.
But whatever, they’re together now, because Shannon’s AMEX bill isn’t going to pay itself and Russell believes her when she says that she was a 90s baby.