There's poor taste, and then there's REALLY poor taste

Poor taste, in my mind, is Heidi Fleiss opening a 60-acre brothel for women. Really poor taste is her decision to make convicted rapist Mike Tyson her "big stallion." Likewise, poor taste is anyone who tries to profit off of a tragedy. Really poor taste is O.J. Simpson's latest money-making attempt: He wrote a book and taped a TV interview in which he hypothetically details how the double-muder of his wife and her boyfriend might have happened. Both are entitled "If I Did It, Here's How It Happened." Is your stomach turning yet? Although both the book and the interview will never be made public (they've been pulled by, apparently, the only sane people involved in the deal), Simpson has already spent all the money he was given for both. I guess it really is hard out there for a pimp.