Judith Regan promised to make Vanessa Grigoriadis her sidekick, had Michael Wolff nipping at her heels in college, and, as we discover in a feature on the main mediabistro.com site today, took a journalist out to dinner once, and told him “she was interested only in subjects that would make great TV.” Rick Douglas recounts how what he thought was going to be a discussion of his book proposal turns into “a two-hour dissertation on the agony of a loveless marriage, abusive husbands, and the all-around rottenness of men.” Oh, and her persistent f-bombs “left me awestruck and squirming in my seat.”
I had lunch with Judith Regan and a bunch of other people once. She seemed nice and she didn’t swear once throughout the entire meal. And then we talked again a few weeks later, and she used more curse words then, but she had plenty to be angry about at the time. And that’s my Judith Regan story.