Jeff Vespa/WireImage.com Further fallout from Isaiah Washington's nasty mouth, as well as who's gettin' sassy, classy and brassy in T-town, as of late. Plus, is Paris Hilton ready for Shakespeare?
Whew! Got a correction to run. I want to be very clear about this story, as do the producers of Grey's Anatomy. When I was backstage at the Globes on Monday, in a sea of reporters asking who was wearing what (which is fine, just not my cup o' juice), the Grey's team came back right after winning for best series. 'Twas a heady moment.
And I was not going to insult it, quite frankly, by asking whose outfit was more designer dishy than the rest. 'Cause the doc drama is about what's right (and wrong) with humanity—plus pretty damn good entertainment, right?
So, I first said I love the show (which I do, and not just because I've pumped many a muscle right next to Dr. McDreamy in real life). But then I quickly announced I must ask about one of the "biggest stories of the year"—that being Isaiah Washington's reported slur about his costar T.R. Knight.
Washington immediately denied calling T.R. a gay epithet, saying, "It didn't happen."
Then, in my column, I misquoted creator and head honcho Shonda Rhimes, saying she, too, replied that the incident "didn't happen." That was my mistake, as I checked my notes incorrectly, and I'd like to say I'm sorry to Shonda (though, I must be clear, she did not ask for an apology). But to avoid any more confusion, let's just run the quotes, exactly as they occurred, shall we?
I.W.: "I did not call T.R. a faggot."
S.R.: "I think the best statement is just that things were created in a very odd way by the press that were not necessarily completely reported as true."
T.C.: "Are you saying somebody just made it up?"
S.R.: "I don't think any reporter made it up—we're just excited that we won the Golden Globe."
I feel for Rhimes, trying to make the best of an unfortunate situation right in the middle of what's supposed to be a celebratory moment for her. But the point is, somebody under her watch reportedly said a heinous thing. Tough, right?
And good for T.R., going on Ellen the following day, as he did, insisting that yes, Isaiah did, indeed, call him that hideous word—which, for the record, I hate. Hope you do, too.
But I've used it here in the column a few times because I want readers to feel the awfulness of what it suggests—which is intolerance, ignorance and stupidity. I mean, if you don't quite get how hideous this word is, just substitute the N-word. How does that hit ya, Isaiah?
Oh, and when you deny something in the future, Isaiah, don't continue the slight—in the process of the denial—by repeating the word.
The F-word, that is. And I don't mean the one that rhymes with schmuck, schmuck.
Day job P.S.: Mr. W., I know of more than a few seeing-blood organizations and individuals who are now calling for the plan to get you off the air, by the by. Is that why ABC is "addressing" your notorious existence as we cyberspeak?
Cover your ass P.P.S.: Just as we were closing this column, of course, Mr. W. issued an apology. So sweet of him! Says he's all remorseful about using such offensive lingo, says he wants help and training in how to clean up his potty mouth in the future. So Mel Gibson. So Michael Richards. So, yeah right.
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