Nancy Grace drives me insane. She’s seriously psycho. Every once in a while (like tonight) I’ll watch her, just because I like to keep my imitation of her honed. But she just pisses me off with her disgusting opportunism, thinly disguised as compassion. Tonight, Natalie Holloway’s poor dad was on her show (why do people subject themselves to this woman?). He’s suffering, he’s in pain, and at the end of the interview (or whatever you call that thing she does), Nancy said to him in a voice just dripping with concern: “I just don’t understand how they could call Natalie a bitch and a whore while she was just laying there dying.” I’m paraphrasing, but that was close. She says things like this just to twist the knife that’s already in a someone’s heart, just to elicit some dramatic response. But bless Mr. Holloway’s heart, he didn’t say a WORD. There was just this looooooooooooooong silence. He didn’t take the bait, didn’t respond her transparent ruse.
How do you respond to that crap? She’s such a witch.She did the same thing with Elizabeth Smart. Elizabeth was on the show last year, promoting a bill that Orrin Hatch was trying to push through. But Nancy Grace was trying to be all tabloidy with her fake, nicey nicey passive-aggressive questions about the kidnapping. Elizabeth Smart tried to avoid these questions gracefully, but good ol’ Nance just kept twisting that knife. Finally, Elizabeth got angry and said basically,” I tdon’t appreciate what you’re doing.” It was a great!
The more disgusting and prying, the more she tries to elicit some emotional response, the more faux nice Nancy G becomes. She’s generally very harsh and abrasive, but when she’s twisting that knife, she tries her best to soften her voice and pretends that she knows what it’s like to be gentle and compassionate. It’s hilarious, I tell you.
Nancy once suffered her own personal tragedy– years ago, her fiance was murdered by some muggers in Georgia. I seriously doubt that anyone took advantage of her tragedy by asking her to sit through an interview while they dragged her around by her emotions, saying things like, “I just can’t imagine what that would have been like for you, Nancy (twist, twist). I mean, how horrible. There he is, the man you love, soon to be married, heartlessly and ruthlessly murdered in cold blood by thugs (twist, twist).” If she didn’t start crying, they’d just go on in a softer, honey-twinged southern accented voice, the special voice they used to make the tears start flowing– “Imagine for us, would you, Nancy– what do you think your beloved soon-to-be-husband’s last words were? What could his thoughts have been as he lay there on the sidewalk in that pool of blood?”
No. I doubt that anyone did that to her.
Ugh.
