Showing posts with label Nadya Suleman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nadya Suleman. Show all posts

Octomom soon to become Octomom�

Making full use of her uterurs-turned-ATM, Nadya Suleman has filed to trademark the name "Octomom" so she can use it to sell merchandising, according to The Smoking Gun:
In her April 10 USPTO filings, the 33-year-old mother of 14 identifies herself as "Nadya Suleman, AKA Octomom," and notes that she wants to use the "Octomom" handle on products such as dresses, pants, shirts, and disposable and textile diapers. Suleman also wants to secure a trademark to use "Octomom" in connection with TV variety programming. As seen in the below excerpts from Suleman's USPTO applications, she had to sign a letter consenting to "the use of my nickname as a Trademark or Servicemark." The USPTO applications, which cost Suleman a total of $825 and only include a bland logotype, were filed for her by a Whittier, California law firm.

Since I love capitalism and reckless breeding so much, I came up with some catchy slogans for Nadya: Octomom: Why Work When You Have Frozen Embryos and Access to a Shoddy Practitioner of Medicine?
Octomom: Have You Whored Your Kids Out Today?
Octomom: Why Buy Huggies When You Can Pay Extra to Make My Face Even More Pervasive Than Ever? [Smiling Nadya Suleman here.]
Octomom: Because Fuck What Kim Kardashian Says.
That last one might actually catch on. My bad.
Source: thesuperficial.com

Octo-Mom: From the pole and into our hearts

I've pretty much steered clear of the whole Octo-Mom fiasco, but this story involves stripping which, for the sake of journalistic integrity, I'm honor-bound to post about. The National Enquirer reports:
Nadya confessed to a close pal: "I had not even kissed a boy. But I entered a dance/lingerie contest in a club near my home. I danced and paraded in lingerie.
"Then, when I was 19, I went to a gentleman's club and performed as a topless dancer. But I only did it one night. I quit when I found out I was expected to perform lap dances on the customers."
Wow. Who's stupid enough not to realize stripping involves lap dances? Oh, right, Octo-mom. Good thing those genes are being passed on - times eight 14. That said, I can only imagine how this story ended:
OCTO-MOM: Gee, stripping is hard. If only there's an easier way to make money...
OCTO-UTERUS: Get me OUTTA HERE! I'll talk! I'll talk!

Source: thesuperficial.com