Posh is Already Ticking Off the American Press

By: Laurie | July 7th, 2007

Okay, so let’s say you’re a wannabe superstar. And you’re heading to a new country and looking for lots of publicity. First thing you do?

If you’re Posh Spice Beckham, it’s piss off the press.

Interesting column in the Chicago Tribune about Posh’s demands for her pre-reality-show telephone press conference.

…according to a document from the publicity firm Rogers & Cowan that was sent out by NBC, anyone who talked to Beckham would have to sign a release form that dictated that the interview would be for “the sole purpose of publicizing ‘Victoria Beckham: Coming to America’” and that any articles would run “no later than Monday, July 16, 2007.”

Well, the Tribune doesn’t sign those kind of releases, but more to the point, the thought one would be demanded to publicize a one-off reality show that is likely to be a complete waste of time is just hilarious.

But the whole episode is – or should be — embarrassing for NBC. Why they’d let themselves be hijacked by Beckham’s P.R. representatives is beyond me.

The column also includes the text of the agreement. Bizarre.

Yes, granted, as many of the Posh-lovers say in the comments, the agreement probably came from Simon Fuller, her manager (who apparently thinks he’s God since American Idol), and there’s no guarantee she even knows about it. But, y’know, she did choose him as her representative.

And I’d give this all more thought because it’s so fascinating except that I zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

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Laurie

"and I must admit I was mildly frightened for a second"

Yeah, my brain is nothing if not random. Sometimes I scare even myself.

LOVE the video. I'll have to show that one to my daughter -- she's a penguin freak.

Okay, off to a day of real life. Or actually, off to be in a parade. I am not kidding OR hyperbolizing. (Is that a word?)
Laurie

I hate to admit it, but that is exactly the word that comes to mind whenever I think of her. (Why is it that I would NEVER say the c word of same meaning, but that one just rolls off the tongue? I probably should not admit this.)

Excellent commercial. I blame that song for my mildly sprained knee and the black bruise roughly the size and shape of Ohio currently on my butt. (I know, thanks for sharing, right?) It was what was on my iPod when I wiped out rollerblading while I was trying to avoid three bicyclists. I'm quite certain it never would have happened if not for this song. But I still can't get enough of it.