Everyone knows handlers can be psychotic. They prevent, they block. They stumble all over themselves trying to barricade the star. In effect, they over handle. “He did the red carpet, he’s not doing any more interviews,” one of the handlers told us regarding Psy, of South Korean rapper, dancer Gangnam Style fame, who showed up to a CBS, The Atlantic and National Journal pre-party at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner last night.
Meanwhile, he’s standing there smoking a cigarette — not crack, mind you — but a simple, legal cigarette. The handlers insisted, “Psy doesn’t want his picture taken while smoking a cigarette.” To that end, they even had a tall, broad guy in a suit with a big back purposefully ruining attempted photographs.
A relatively polite female blonde handler told passersby, “I’m so sorry, he just wants to smoke a cigarette with no one taking pictures.” To her cohort, she remarked, “Scooter told me if this fucks up, I’m done.” Uh oh. (And who’s Scooter?) Update: Kate Spencer, a senior writer/producer for VH1 tweets us that, “Pssst – Scooter is his manager, who also manages Justin Bieber.”
Here’s the thing, Psy. You seem like a nice guy — what I could detect from your warm facial expressions a good 20 feet away. But TOUGH SHIT. You come to Washington for the White House Correspondents’ Dinner and to the Washington Hilton for the town’s nerdy version of the Oscars and you expect members of the media to avoid you? We like you, Psy, but it’s not exactly the most astute press strategy to hide behind plants and four nasty-ass handlers and smoke cigs and think no one will figure out a way to snap your photo.
And who died and made your brunette female handler The Decider of who can walk where at the party? At one point a female Capitol Hill aide attempted to walk past Psy to get to where she wanted to go. She was ordered by the handler, not security for Psy we might add, to walk around the other way to get to the other side of the party.
Here’s the exchange that transpired between the brunette handler and FishbowlDC.
Her (pissed off): What is YOUR name?
Me (also pissed off): What’s YOUR name?
Her (still pissed off): What’s YOUR name?
Me (also still pissed off): What’s YOUR name?
At this point she stormed off in a fury to complain to some official-looking party organizer, who did absolutely nothing about any of it. According to a party publicist, similar scenes played out with a number of reporters throughout the evening with Psy’s psychotic handlers.
Can’t wait for you to come back to Washington so we can watch you smoke cigs from afar and fight with your bitchy handlers who have no clue how to actually deal with media.
One of your idiotic handlers attempting to block our shot.
Your distinctive, cool black and white shoes.
A mere sliver of you and a view of the back of the brunette female handler who went on (and on and on) about how no one was to take your picture while you were smoking.
Psy and his handlers, notice the guy on in the foreground attempting to snap a picture of Psy from beyond their reach.
Psy sans cigarette.