this article made me feel sad for liza
http://www.nypost.com/gossip/cindy.htm
OUGHTA BE A LAW TO PROTECT THE FAMOUS
November 12, 2004 -- ABOUT this latest assault on Liza Minnelli. I love Liza. Like the song says, "I've seen good times . . . I've seen bad times . . . But I'm still here." And, thank the Lord, so's she. Still standing after everyone around her has tried to knock her down.
The newest lawsuit slammed against her is by M'Hammed Soumayeh. I know him. Everyone who was close to this lady knew him.
M'Hammed originally came into VIPdom decades ago as major-domo for the famous Halston. Think Studio 54's hot, glamour years. Success, excess, unprotected sex. Late nights, boozy-woozy high life, cocaine. The center square, designer Halston, worshipped talent. He adored Liza. She always wore his clothes. Still has some.
When Halston lay dying, he handed on one of his most treasured possessions — M'Hammed. He gave M'Hammed to her. He made M'Hammed promise faithfully to always, always take care of Liza, do for Liza, work for Liza, be there for Liza, watch over Liza, never leave Liza, protect Liza. And so this big, strong wall of protection — loyal, slavish, devoted — became the guardian at the gate for Liza Minnelli.
Call on her personal number, he'd answer the phone. Come to her home, he'd answer the door. Check arrangements like where, when, how, he'd be the point man. She'd work, he'd be in the dressing room. She'd travel, he'd go with her. She'd be in Europe, he'd be in Europe. He'd drive her. He'd accompany her. He was the security blanket. He was the security. He packed a pistol. For her friends it was always: "Oh, Liza's OK. M'Hammed's with her. Don't worry, she has M'Hammed . . ."
What went on inside, in the deepest inside the inside, none of us who made up her outside could know. I always found him caring, respectful. Ask a personal question, he'd defer to her. Ask a private question, he'd say, "Talk to Liza about that."
He was never not there. In her most fragile period, if we had dinner, it was he who'd hold her arm, escort her from her apartment to the elevator through the lobby, put her into my car personally. To accessorize her for that Michael Jackson/Madison Square Garden concert where she met its producer David Gest, I brought over jeweler Nicholas Varney. He dropped a couple of million dollars in diamond goodies onto her kitchen table. Weeks later Nick asked me, "Who's this M'Hammed guy? He's the one took care of the stuff, the one who returned it to me. Who is this M'Hammed guy?"
Enter David Gest. Liza again skinny, strong, hot, glamorous, an international star. David consolidated his hold. Anyone not actively for Svengali himself personally had to go. First to be cut loose were friends he didn't approve. Right or wrong, I don't know. I only know she had an addiction and he called certain people enablers. They were removed. The expected pull between M'Hammed and David resulted in M'Hammed being let go. It stunned us. He'd been her rock. Her lifeline. The only constant in her life. The blood ran. And it was all bad blood.
I had his private cell number. He never took the opportunity to say one evil word — at least to me — about David. Or Liza. Whether David's reasons for seeing M'Hammed terminated were legitimate, whether they went deeper than just jealousy or the need to control, whether he had real cause, as he confided to me he had — who knows?
What the world does know is that whoever held the key to Liza Minnelli's soul has subsequently tried to destroy her. In a bizarre lawsuit, David claims she hit him. Now in another bizarre lawsuit, M'Hammed claims she hit him and also hit on him.
Nobody knows what went on in a bedroom except those who were in that bedroom. But what everybody knows is that today's newest form of employment is beating up on the famous. Sylvester Stallone's housekeeper tried it, Naomi Campbell's assistant tried it, Princess Diana's butler did it, Bill O'Reilly's producer did it, Burt Reynolds' lady friend did it, Gov. McGreevey's man friend did it.
Shouldn't there be a law that protects the famous? If someone is under the influence and acts accordingly, thus harming another, I understand the other person's resentment. I understand anger. I am familiar with how it feels when one you trust plunges the dagger. When you give what you think is your best effort and your best years, and are then made to suffer the emptiness of being unappreciated. But David suing for $10 million, which he, who knows her finances, knows she hasn't? M'Hammed suing for $100 million which he, who knows her finances, knows she hasn't?
This pure meanness is a form of extortion. America hasn't kings or queens. People like Liza are our national treasures. Shouldn't there be a law to protect them?
- Cindy Adams
what could be worse than having to have sex with her
Poor guy 
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because looking at her would make any man shrink out of defense.
i wonder if her and david guest ever had sex
: *awful mental image of a potato humping a monster* 
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