Liskula Cohen, model person (and that makes her better than you and me), was described by an anonymous blogger as “an aging skank.”
Liskula was not impressed and sued Google to get the name of the person she really, really wanted to sue for defamation. She won, forcing Google to regurgitate the identifying info, including email address, of the poster.
Now, as a result of the attendant publicity, the name Liskula Cohen will forever be tied to the pejorative noun “Skank,” (adjective “Skanky”) whether she is or not. Turns out the no longer anonymous blogger is a social acquaintance of Ms. Cohen (read “one of those wannabe social gadflies that hang around models and are bitter and jealous that rich men don’t give them cocaine for blowjobs).
In any event, the story goes that a defamation suit will proceed, which raises some interesting legal questions. It is a full defense against defamation to demonstrate that what was said about the plaintiff is, in fact, true. Thus, it will fall to the presiding judge, as a matter of mixed law and fact, to decide whether or not Liskula Cohen is or is not, in fact, “a skank.”
How many one-night stands with men whose names she can’t remember?
How many with men whose names have been tattooed on her lower back or hip and then later removed by laser?
Did she ever give head in the bathroom of a nightclub? The backseat of a taxi? The middle of the infield at the Indy 500? (As if a model would ever attend a NASCAR race!)
Has she ever had sex in exchange for cash, gifts or trips to the Bahamas aboard a private yacht?
What constitutes being a skank?
If I promise to keep most of my clothes on, can I handle the depositions?
Liskula better hope this matter doesn’t wind up before Judge Judy. Anyone who stays out after dark and drinks more than a social glass of sherry is a dirty fucking WHORE in Sheindlin’s world.
There are, of course, some pretty serious implications here for the blogosphere. I have no worries – poverty renders me judgment proof. Go ahead, sue me, ya dirty skank (that’s directed at Sarah Palin. I think Liskula’s hot and would definitely give her cocaine for a blowjob).
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I have some sympathy for Ms Cohen here… Sounds like the anonymous blogger was being a real asshole, and setting out to be a twunt…
I have a woody for Ms. Cohen here.
Watch this….
I personally have slept with this 53 year old cum bucket. Quite honestly, it was the worst sex of my life. She was more interested in injecting heroin into her veins and looking at lesbian kiddie porn than munching down on my preposterously large man meat.
When we finally got down to it, she had more make-up and plastic surgery scars than Micheal Jackson. Trust me. Not one bit of the woman is original equipment. The lips. The nose. The tits. The bleached asshole. For all I know, she was born black and had a dick!
Her “beauty” is all smoke, mirrors, makeup and airbrushing. Without it, she looks more like “Mama” from the movie, Throw Mama From The Train, than she looks like the woman in her pictures.
She was disgusting, but I was really drunk and horny when she picked me up from the biker bar where I was shooting pool. When she approached me, I thought she was drunk too, but it turns out she was totally sober and she just talks with a lisp and is naturally 12 pack stupid. By the time she got me up to her room, there was no going back, especially since she threatened to shoot me if I tried to leave.
Her dried out old vagina was so battered from overuse and was so big and floppy, I wasn’t sure if I was fucking it, her sizable muffin top, or her jeans that she left on her bed in this $15 a night flophouse.
Even though she preformed a rusty trombone on me, she couldn’t even get me to cum. Afterwards, she had the nerve to demand her usual $23.50 fee, but “only in Euros”. So, while she was taking a toot of coke and looking up an abortion Doc’s phone number, I made a run for it and got away before she could start shooting.
And, for my troubles, I still got 3 different STDs off her, even though I used a condom.
Suck on that, you ego-maniacal, thin skinned, skanky assed, cunt!
Dude…you gonna quote something like that, I need a link. I HAVE to know who she is.
Sorry. That wasn’t a quote, I just fucked up the HTML yet again.
That was just me looking to “slander” this ageing skank. If you can’t anonymously say nasty, untrue, stuff about people on the Internet, then (apart from free porn) what the fuck good is it?
I worry this might be the start of a rights-eroding trend. It sets a bad precedent to allow for punishing people for “mean things” they say about people, especially purely personal OPINIONS of public figures, who as I understand it, have a higher slander threshold than your average Joe anyway. (Not that I ever had heard of or seen this ageing skank before this.)
The idea that I may have to take into account the feelings of some poor, hard-done-by, cracked up, emotionally insecure, model who’s brain has been stunted by years of caloric deprivation every time I write anything burns my ass. (Creepy picture by the way. I’ve actually seen more realistic sex-dolls.) The idea that the guy’s comment rises to a level that could justify public identification…or anything in a court of law…is a complete fucking joke.
“Ageing skank”? Boo fucking hoo! Suck it up Princess! No, not that way. Well, OK, maybe just this one time.
The blogger was a chick (and rather a hottie, too – her pick is on HuffPo).
I agree with you. Anonymous slagging needs to be permitted, generally…but there also needs to be some sort of limit…same sort of limits that apply to free speech – not yelling theater in a crowded fire; not inciting riot, mayhem or treason or murder.
There’s a difference between, “Liskula LOOKS LIKE an aging coke whore skank who sucks dick to pay the rent,” and “Liskula sucks dick to pay the rent!” One is opinion, the other is an assertion of fact that, whether true or not, might damage one’s reputation.
I dunno where to draw the line, precisely, which is what we have courts for. You sue, you argue, you win or lose. It’s always these pathetic little squabbles on which larger principles get sorted out. Nothing to be done for that. It took Larry Flynt and Hustler to advance Freedom of Speech last time, and no doubt everyone would have preferred a less greasy appellant.
Larry Flynt is fine by me. If it wasn’t for him, Bob Guccione and the guys who published Swank, I might not have made it through my teenage years without exploding in the subway like a suicide cum-bomber.
And I did read most of the articles, too.