Editorial Note
It has come to The Stiletto's attention that Heather Robinson (a talentless nonentity who finds it necessary to inflate her meager credentials, and who recently called The Stiletto an "obscure blogger") made a spectacle of herself the other evening at a bar in Manhattan's Upper East Side. Robinson accosted a mild-mannered magazine editor engaged in pleasant conversation with two newfound friends, and accused her of being The Stiletto (not that there's anything wrong with that).
The Stiletto’s informant says that as Robinson launched into an apparently rehearsed harangue, the bewildered editor insisted she did not know what the harpy was harping about and asked her to back off. Robinson continued the harassment until the editor was forced to leave the gathering, much to the annoyance of the two women with whom she had been laughing and talking just moments before Robinson aggressively interrupted.
Before the two left, one of them had this exchange with Robinson, according to The Stiletto's informant (The Stiletto was not there with pad and pen in hand taking notes, so these quotes may not be verbatim):
Woman A: Do I know you? You look familiar.
Robinson: I don't know.
Woman A: Maybe we know people in common.
Robinson: I am James Taranto's girlfriend, and he's great in bed.
Woman A: Really? Give him my number.
The two women - whom Robinson had never met before – later shook their heads at that reference to Taranto's purported sexual prowess a propos of absolutely nothing:
Woman A: Can you believe she said that? I guess having a lot of money doesn't mean you have any class.
Woman B: Who cares what a woman with no tits or hips thinks good sex is?
The Stiletto is flattered that Robinson has been so affected by this "obscure blogger" that she is engaging in the sort of paranoid behavior the Upper East Side is more accustomed to seeing from indicted corporate executives.
And while The Stiletto is immensely amused by the snarkiliciousness of Woman A and Woman B in the above exchanges, she has a serious purpose in memorializing them: Robinson has now publicly corroborated that she and Taranto are, in fact, having an ongoing sexual relationship. For the sake of Dow Jones shareholders, The Stiletto hopes that Wall Street Journal General Counsel Stuart Karle will now investigate the ramifications of this admitted relationship.
Indeed, one can only hope that Karle will pursue this matter with the same zeal that he and Robinson have shown in harassing a magazine editor whom both have somehow conflated with The Stiletto. (Yes, the object of Robinson's interrogation was also the recipient of Karle's love letter. And yes, the editor has retained counsel to explore her legal options to make this harassment stop.)
It’s rather mystifying why Robinson and Karle seem compelled to continue pursuing this poor woman, rather than just contacting The Stiletto directly at: thestiletto@thestiletto.info.
Addendum: In Friday’s edition of “Best of The Web Today,” James Taranto describes himself as having “pallid skin, flabby body and complete lack of athletic ability.” From Woman B’s description of Heather Robinson, The Stiletto pictures her as a tranny who hasn’t yet had the necessary operations and hormone treatments to become feminine-looking. Now, imagine the two of them having sex. Scintillating, huh?
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