Bourdain’s Ex-Girlfriend Outed as a Sexual Predator

August 20, 2018

By Karen

The New York Times published a story about Asia Argento and a teenager. Continued association with Argento after this could have had serious, lasting repercussions for Anthony Bourdain’s reputation as a man of integrity were he alive today to give a shit.

Argento is paying a financial settlement to a young man whom, as a minor, she allegedly assaulted. This would seem to negate her role as a #MeToo movement leader. If she were a man, they’d immediately vilify her and trample any shred of career she may have left. Just ask Al Franken.

It’s a complicated story, so I’ll just lay it out chronologically…

1997 — Producer Harvey Weinstein performs unwanted oral sex on Argento in a hotel room in Cannes when she’s 21. She and Weinstein date on and off for years later, but Argento keeps memory of his clumsy first move in her back pocket.

2004 — Argento meets 7-year-old actor Jimmy Bennett, who’s hired to play a son to her prostitute mother character in a movie, The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things, which Argento also helps write and directs. The film includes a scene where Bennett’s character is raped. (Two other child actors shared the role, so I don’t know if Bennett was actually in the rape scene.)

In the years that follow, Argento and Bennett maintain a cordial mother-son relationship on social media.

May 9, 2013 — Bennett, now 17, visits Argento, 37, in her hotel room in California. He still lives with his parents and has to be driven everywhere. Argento asks for them to be alone, serves liquor, then removes Bennett’s pants, performs oral sex on him and initiates intercourse. Afterward, they take selfies in bed together for Instagram. The age of consent in California is 18, so this could make Argento’s actions statutory rape whether Bennett was willing or not.

April 2016 — Anthony Bourdain and Argento meet when she appears in a Rome episode of Parts Unknown.

September 2016 — Anthony Bourdain moves into his own apartment shortly before he and Ottavia Busia-Bourdain announce they’re splitting up.

February 2017 — Bourdain and Argento let it be known they’re a couple.

October 2017 — Ronan Farrow writes a story for the New Yorker that includes Argento’s 1997 Weinstein assault. This propels her into leadership of the #MeToo movement, along with fellow Weinstein accuser Rose McGowan. The women become best friends.

Meanwhile, on the West Coast, Jimmy Bennett sees this and starts having bad flashbacks to Argento’s hotel room in 2013.

November 2017 — Bourdain’s attorney, Richard Hofstetter, receives a notice of intent to sue from Bennett, addressed to Argento. It asks for $3.5 million in compensation for assault and battery, lost wages and intentional infliction of emotional distress. Argento hires her own attorney, Carrie Goldberg, who specializes in defending victims of online attacks.

December 2017 — Bourdain writes about #MeToo: “I stand unhesitatingly and unwaveringly with the women. Not out of virtue, or integrity, or high moral outrage —  as much as I’d like to say so  — but because late in life, I met one extraordinary woman with a particularly awful story to tell, who introduced me to other extraordinary women with equally awful stories.” (quoted from today’s story on CNN.com)

April 2018 — The suit is settled for $380,000. Bennett receives an initial lump sum of $200,000, with the remainder to be paid over 18 months.

June 5, 2018 — Photos of Argento in Rome with 28-year-old journalist Hugo Clement are published online while Bourdain is in France shooting Parts Unknown.

June 8, 2018 — Bourdain dies by suicide.

August 19, 2018 — After receiving via encrypted email from an unknown source documents and photos about the Bennett-Argento lawsuit, The New York Times publishes the story.

Surprise, surprise, CNN also did a story, which consists almost entirely of quotes from The New York Times piece. Not surprisingly, the Bourgento angle is buried near the end. CNN says they have tried to reach Argento, Bennett and various involved parties but are getting crickets like everyone else.

Now, the questions…

Did Bourdain know he was dating a female sexual predator when he was singing her praises for the #MeToo movement?

Would Bourdain excuse a rape? Apparently so. He didn’t walk away after the intent to sue hit last November, but is reported to have helped Argento “navigate” it.

How did Argento spin it to Tony make herself the victim, or at least blameless?

Where did Argento get $200,000?

Who supplied the information to The New York Times?

Rose McGowan, in a stunning display of hypocrisy, tweeted that her heart is broken. And…

Like what? Argento basically admitted culpability with the settlement. Are they going to try to make Jimmy Bennett the bad guy now?

Under the settlement, Bennett can’t sue Argento, and there’s no gag order, so they’re both free to talk about it. However, nobody on any side of this matter would talk to the NYT about it beyond verifying the authenticity of the documents and photos.

Argento is mum right now, but her pattern is to shoot her mouth off, so we’ll see if she doesn’t try to somehow twist this. Her brand is becoming more toxic by the minute.

Wherever Harvey Weinstein is today, he must be laughing his ass off and thanking karma for being such a bitch.

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Open Letter to CNN: Cashing In On Bourdain?

August 17, 2018

By Karen

Dear CNN,

Anthony Bourdain fans mark today as exactly 10 weeks since we lost him to suicide while filming Parts Unknown in France.

I was pleased this month when you announced that you and Zero Point Zero are putting together a final seven-hour Season 12 using remaining episodes Tony had filmed.

You created a mystery by omitting Florence, which Tony completed with his then-girlfriend, Asia Argento, the week before he traveled to France.

Yesterday, Vanity Fair broke the news that you’re planning a feature-length big-screen “definitive documentary” about Bourdain’s life and work.

Your EVP for talent and content, Amy Entelis, told Vanity Fair, “Because he did reveal himself in the series, there was still a hunger to know more about him.”

I’m quite familiar with this “hunger.” I wrote some blogs about Bourdain in 2007 and Cats Working suddenly became “Bourdain Central.” It remained so for several years until Tony took the plunge into social media himself.

Cats Working has seen a resurgence since his death because readers knew I was covering him when few did, and I’ve promised now to tell his story until there’s nothing left to tell.

In describing your documentary, Entelis said, “We just want to make it perfect. We want to make it exquisite for Tony. We want to do him justice.”

The word “exquisite” has fluffed my tail. Because of your almost-nonexistent reporting on Bourdain’s passing, I expect the most disingenuous puff piece in the history of film.

You cite fan interest as a factor in all your Bourdain-related decisions. What fans want to know is what really happened during Bourdain’s last week of life and why.

The French authorities’ announcement on June 8 was so sketchy, yet 100% conclusive, it didn’t pass the smell test. Aside from a belated admission that Bourdain had alcohol in his system (How much? Who knows!) all we know is that he was cremated five days later (presumably without an autopsy), and his brother Chris received the ashes on June 15.

Since then, there’s been nothing except unconfirmed stories on social media from unverifiable posters who claim to know something.

CNN calls itself “The Most Trusted Name in News.” I used to believe that. But on this story about one of your own, instead of doing your job, you’ve filled the void with personal tributes to pass as news.

Meanwhile, you’ve re-run Parts Unknown omitting episodes that included Argento, like Rome and Southern Italy. Most noticeably missing was the one she supposedly directed in Hong Kong early this year, about which Bourdain said on camera to Anderson Cooper, “Of everything I’ve ever done in my life, this was probably the professional highlight.”

So, CNN, why are you apparently boycotting Asia Argento? What’s your beef with her?

Since Bourdain was your employee, can you shed any light on why his appearance and demeanor seemed to decline beginning in 2016? Or didn’t you notice, even though the progression was painfully evident the last few seasons of Parts Unknown? When he died a few weeks before his 62nd birthday, he looked 80.

You must realize that Tony’s faithful fans have seen hundreds of hours of his globe-trotting. We’ve read reams of interviews discussing his personal and professional life. We’ve read his multiple books describing his travels and personal demons.

What’s your documentary going to add to that? The only missing pieces I can think of are the true and full circumstances surrounding his unexpected and unexplained death.

I can understand your desire to protect the family, particularly his daughter, but Bourdain didn’t die in a vacuum. Many people know something, even if your crackerjack reporters totally missed the story.

Eventually the truth will come out. It would be nice if it came from “The Most Trusted Name in News.” But I fear your documentary is just a cynical ploy to cash in one last time on your biggest globally recognized talent. If so, shame on you.


Confirmed: Anthony Bourdain’s Apartment On the Market

August 14, 2018

By Karen

If you’d like to stay connected to Anthony Bourdain and can afford $14,200 a month to rent, his sunny two-bedroom, two-bath apartment is now available in Time Warner Center at 25 Columbus Circle in New York City.

Unit 64F has actually been available since July 31. An eagle-eyed Cats Working reader spotted it within days and sent me a link at the beginning of August when we were speculating in the comments where Tony’s home base must have been. We were following a few clues dropped in interviews about nearby restaurants and a description of his views from a 64th floor.

We concluded he was was most likely staying in Time Warner Center, although it’s actually only 54 stories high. But CNN has offices there, so it seemed logical they would have helped him quietly relocate without it leaking to the media that he was apartment-hunting.

Turns out Cats Working readers were right. TMZ and People magazine have just confirmed it.

He signed a lease on September 7, 2016, for $13,000 a month. His separation from Ottavia first broke on Page Six on September 19.

Here’s the description from the listing with Douglas Elliman Real Estate…

“Apartment features West exposure with breathtaking city and Hudson River views, floor-to-ceiling windows, kitchen with top-of-the-line appliances, hardwood floors, washer/dryer and ample closet space including two walk-in closets. Building features full time doormen, concierge service, health club, spa, residents’ lounge, screening room, landscaped sundeck and garage. Moments away from shops, transportation, world-class restaurants, and Whole Foods store.”

You can view photos of the vacant unit and its amenities in the listing.


The Case for Deporting Melania Trump’s Parents

August 10, 2018

By Karen

I’m almost numb to Donald Trump’s flabby orange face and whiny voice. But yesterday’s news that Melania Trump’s parents, Viktor and Amalija Knavs, became naturalized U.S. citizens thanks to chain immigration was a fresh gut punch.

The White House won’t say, but it’s assumed Melania sponsored her parents’ green cards. No one knows when, but they were supposed to have the cards for five years before applying for citizenship.

In late February 2018, the Knavses were granted permanent legal residency, although they appear to have no legal residence. They shuttle between Trump Tower in New York, Trump’s golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey, Trump’s Mar-a-Lago resort in Palm Beach, and the White House.

But let’s back up a bit. We don’t even know if Melania’s own 2006 citizenship is legal. Trump promised in August 2016 that Melania would give a press conference and reveal all, but it never happened.

The AP uncovered 1996 records where Melania earned $20,056 for 10 modeling gigs in the seven weeks BEFORE she had permission to work here under her visa. The government today could revoke her citizenship based on that, but we all know that’s not going to happen, either.

So once Trump became the White House’s official squatter, Melania’s retired parents pop over from Slovenia to join the gravy train. Now they flit here and there on Air Force One, housed, guarded and fed at taxpayer expense as administration hangers-on.

The Knavses, 2011, Pacific Coast News

Trump declares he wants only the best, the brightest and the whitest to enter this country, and the Knavses fit exactly ONE of those criteria. Let’s peek into the backgrounds of these new citizens.…

Viktor, 74, was a Communist Party member when Slovenia was part of Yugoslavia under Josip Tito. He chauffeured the mayor of their town, Sevnica (pop. approx. 5,000). He was a traveling salesman for a state-owned car company. By the time Melania was 15, he had a bicycle and car parts shop in Slovenia’s capital, Ljubljana, and owned an apartment that Melania lived in while attending high school there.

Before Viktor married Melania’s mother, he fathered an illegitimate son named Denis, tried to deny paternity and failed to pay court-ordered child support. Melania has never met Denis.

Melania’s mother Amalija, 72, used to harvest red onions on her family’s farm. She also worked in a government-owned textile factory, sewed her two daughters’ clothes, and designed and drew patterns for children’s clothing.

It would appear the Knavses’ citizenship was fast-tracked to slip them in even as Trump’s screams grow louder about stamping out immigrants, even the legal ones.

We’re left with questions…

Will the Knavses now apply for Social Security, which they never paid into?

Will they be on Medicare, which they never paid into?

What’s given is they’ll continue bellying up to the trough we taxpayers keep filling for them as long as freeloading Trumps occupy the White House.

The vast majority of people who emigrate here give up everything to escape poverty and violence so they may forge better, safer lives for their families through hard work. Yet Trump vilifies them, discriminates against them and kidnaps their children.

He’d rather welcome parasites like the Knavses, who offer nothing but white skin.

As of July 2016, the Knavses owned a home in Sevnica and a Mercedes, watched over by security guards. For their own protection, they should be shipped back before Trump’s administration crashes — and it will. They could open a Melania Trump souvenir shop. She’s become Sevnica’s biggest tourist attraction.

BONUS: The New York Times wrote an extensive story on Melania’s Slovenian roots in 2016.


Final Bourdain “Parts Unknown” Season to Omit One Episode

August 3, 2018

By Karen

CNN has announced they and Anthony Bourdain’s production company, Zero Point Zero, are putting together a seven-episode final season (12) of Parts Unknown, to begin airing sometime this fall. Only one episode was completed with Tony’s voiceover, and he filmed it in Kenya with W. Kamau Bell, who hosts United Shades of America, also on CNN.

The other locales are Texas, New York, Indonesia, Mexico and Spain. They will include Tony’s voice caught as he was filming, with any gaps filled in by crew from the shoots.

The finale will be two hours long, with one hour a peek behind the scenes with the ZPZ crew, and the final hour a collection of past guests and fans discussing their relationships with and feelings about Bourdain and how he affected them and the world.

What’s missing from this lineup is the episode Bourdain completed filming in late May, the week before he traveled to France and died there on June 8.

That episode is Florence, Italy. Here’s the now-infamous black-and-white photo of Bourdain and his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, Asia Argento, sitting on a bench at the end of filming. [Note: Cats Working no longer publishes photos of Argento.]

Argento recently posted a photo of herself in a car with Tony, holding an umbrella against the sun, the last weekend of the Florence shoot.

The following weekend, Argento would be photographed in Rome by two paparazzi in the company of a 28-year-old journalist named Hugo Clement.

This “lost” Florence episode raises yet another question related to Tony’s death…

Did CNN and ZPZ scrap Florence to keep Asia out, or for some reason related to Bourdain? (I’d understand that it might be upsetting for ZPZ to deal with that footage, now knowing what Bourdain was going to face a week later.)

We may never know. Personally, I agree with CNN-ZPZ’s decision on every level.

AND: Here’s a bit more on the upcoming Bourdain biography

USA Today reported that the bio by Laurie Woolever, Bourdain’s long-time assistant and co-author of Appetites: A Cookbook, will be titled, Bourdain: The Oral Biography and released in fall 2019 by Ecco. The book will consist of interviews, according to a quote from Woolever’s statement…

“After working with and collaborating with Tony since 2004, I’m honored to now be working with his estate, and talking to the people who knew him best, in order to share the story of a life that influenced so many people, in so many ways, all across the globe”


GUEST POST: That Time I Almost Met Anthony Bourdain

July 31, 2018

By Holler Dweller

[I’ve run few guest posts over the years, but this essay appeared in the comments today and it’s well worth reading. I found it spot-on with what we’ve all been feeling about Anthony Bourdain’s passing, so I had to share it. Karen]

Anthony Bourdain never knew me. Certainly no one reading this knows me and I could easily be labeled a “fan,” even a distraught fan, since the tragic event of June 8. But Bourdain’s death has affected me in ways a 52-year grown woman should not be affected. Let me tell you why.

I am one of those people Anthony defended in the West Virginia episode. No, I was not in the episode. No, I am not even from West Virginia. Kentucky. Yea, I know. Kentucky is even worse in the minds of the “civilized.” Yea, I go to church. Yea, I know Bourdain didn’t. Yet, he portrayed more Christianity than what is generally sitting in the pews on Sunday morning.

He gave us respect. A rare gift in our political climate. And we respected him back. But as much as I respected and admired Bourdain, his writing, his travels, just him…and after the West Virginia episode I loved him like a family member. No matter his supposed faults or failings, I believe he was a true moral human being that cared for the lives and situations of others. This was evident. And all the more hurtful to realize that he apparently felt the kind of loneliness and despondency that bears down on generations here in the Coal Belt, the Rust Belt and the Bible Belt. In this, he certainly had much in common with us. Probably more than he knew himself. Probably more than our labelers out there care to know.

I first saw Anthony Bourdain on a No Reservations episode at probably 2 a.m., as a rerun and during my own dance with darkness. I hadn’t tried to kill myself. Entirely, anyway. But I definitely was despondent. I definitely thought about it. Then after crying myself to sleep, waking in fitful screams, muffled by the inability to get a deep breath anyway, I got up to protect my sleeping husband. I took my Buspirone and turned on the TV.

I never watched cooking shows. Why? I didn’t care to eat. Food was just one more drudgery. Why bother? There I saw this lanky guy with a humorous cockiness, but not without merit, walking around speaking in a voice that was better to me than any counselor I had heard. He wasn’t judging anyone. He was sarcastic, witty, lyrical, hilarious and bone-chillingly accurate. He sliced and diced me with words. He was basically showing me that life was in the simple…in the good. In good food. In friends and family. In life. And suddenly…all of that was…good.

I listened to reruns for four hours and fell asleep to his lyrical prose and commentary. He made me want to be a writer. To do those things. Step out of my non-comfortable zone and actually taste those tomatoes, and garlic and wine. To travel to those places. To find that life…out there.

Instead of a deep dark pit, there was a horizon and, amazingly, I could faintly see it, vicariously through him. I can still see that darkened apartment room. That flickering screen at 2 a.m. Somewhere in one of the episodes, he was walking away from the camera, he looked back over his shoulder straight at me and smiled. He was daring me to try a different life. And I felt like I might. And then. I did.

After a few devastating personal trials, I went back to school. And I kept watching him. When I felt down I watched his shows till I felt that freedom of knowing again that you can choose your reaction to the world and things around you. And just like he would later state that eating a bad hamburger caused him days of serious depression, I found that eating at a new-found place, and traveling to get there, lifted me up out of that Appalachian miry clay.

I tasted food I had never considered, coming from the poor South, and often it and the camaraderie of family and friends, transported me safely away from those long tentacles of depression. My husband, my son and I would often try out new places and rate it on whether Bourdain would like it or not.

Later, when my son begin dealing with his own crippling depression and even drug abuse, Bourdain’s travels and wit encouraged him, too. Giving him a lifelong love of cooking and food that he has always come back to. A chef’s knife, inspired by the one Bourdain writes about in Kitchen Confidential is still my Veteran son’s prized possession. At times he has awoken to his own war- induced fever dreams and…we’ve watched Bourdain at 2 a.m. together.

In the last 20 years since those black periods of my young adulthood, I not only woke up but I rose up. An Appalachian kid with mostly no hope of having much of a life, went to college on a 1.5 GPA, after being told I couldn’t. I ended up with four degrees and multiple experiences of travel and food and new friends along the way. I became a “yuge” liberal to the consternation of people who’ve known me all my life. And even when I tell them it hasn’t changed me and that they are actually closet liberals, too, they just don’t know it, they shake their heads and I…go watch reruns of a guy who gets it. He really…got it.

So, in 2016 while traveling in my big-shot, out-of-the-holler-job, I found myself in the Houston airport. My husband and I are sitting there and I look up. And I see him. He’s doing that same long-legged, lanky-arms, swinging fast-walk. And the hair. And the attitude. I poke my husband. Catch him!

My husband goes running. I am walking as fast as I can behind and I lose sight of both in that sea of forgotten travelers. Finally, I see my husband heading back. He looks sorry as he knows I really…no REALLY…wanted to meet Bourdain.

So, we watch. He watches one way, I watch the other. Like anxious parents. Or possibly crazed Beatles fans from the ‘60s. Not sure what it must have looked like. It’s funny how much you can get to know a person from watching them on TV. And how a person’s walk and manner of holding themselves will let you know who it is, even when you can’t really see them yet. Our plane boarded. I took one last look over my shoulder and we were gone.

How I wish we had caught him. I don’t know what I would have said. I wouldn’t have wanted to bother him. But I would have wanted to let him know the influence he had on my life just because of his “cooking” and “traveling” show. His work was GOOD. He was doing so much GOOD. He himself…was GOOD.

As a liberal person of faith, I would love to tell him that he was gifted by God himself. I do believe that God used that long- ago night and his influence on taking a chance and living a different life as a significant part of my own journey getting back to sanity.

If one word of our meeting could have possibly put that reciprocal flicker of hope in Bourdain’s mind at his moment of desperation, I would have run the harder and screamed the louder through that throng of people like an Appalachian church-girl would never be allowed to do. And I would have proudly proclaimed he was beloved. If only.

May you be at peace. May you have the answers you were looking for. May you somehow know the GOOD that you did for people who can never tell you. And I believe that someday we may find you…by your walk…on those loftier streets.


Bourdain’s Ex-Girlfriend Keeps Stirring the Pot – Why?

July 25, 2018

By Karen

It’s been nearly seven weeks since Anthony Bourdain died by suicide on June 8 in Strasbourg, France, while filming an episode of Parts Unknown with his best friend, Eric Ripert.

A week later, Tony’s ashes were flown home and a small private funeral service was being planned for family and close friends. I haven’t seen other information on that, nor word of any public memorial, although murals and dinners and special menus to honor Bourdain have been spontaneously springing up at restaurants everywhere.

The family has been largely silent, except for occasional pings from Tony’s wife Ottavia here and there that indicate she’s keeping tabs on what’s being posted about him on social media.

It’s left a huge vacuum for Bourdain fans, who are still searching for answers. Yes, Tony talked about suicide over the years. Yes, he talked about feeling depressed sometimes. Yes, he looked tired and listless in the last Parts Unknown CNN aired.

Bourdain described in his book, Medium Raw, how he fantasized about ending his life during a visit to St. Martin after splitting from his first wife, Nancy, around 2005. At that time, his fame was budding, he wasn’t long out of debt, and he was childless. As he’d say in the intro to A Cook’s Tour, he “had nothing to lose.”

But he didn’t do it.

From then, his life seemed to take two steps forward for every step back until he was an internationally recognized voice for cultural tolerance who attracted an enormous following, as evidenced by worldwide outpourings of shock and grief at the news of his death.

We’re still asking why. Who may have influenced him? What sent him over the edge this time?

And into that void steps his former girlfriend, Asia Argento, 42, an Italian actress he’d been seeing since April 2016 and supporting in many ways.

Because you can Google the dirt, I’m going to skip her history with Harvey Weinstein and the #MeToo movement and her previous relationships with men except one — Hugo Clement.

Since Bourdain’s death, Argento has been active on Twitter and Instagram, ping-ponging from sadness to jubilation to defiance and anger.

People magazine reproduced a photo Asia recently published of herself with Tony during his penultimate Parts Unknown shoot in Florence, taken May 27. This was the Sunday before Argento spent a weekend in Rome with Clement.

[NOTE: I’ll provide links to, but not post, recent photos of Argento because I simply don’t want her face on Cats Working.]

During Argento’s weekend with Clement, two different paparazzi, one in a bar and one in the streets, photographed the couple dancing, flirting, holding hands, hugging. They were seen in the lobby of the hotel where she often stayed with Bourdain.

The photos were published on Tuesday, June 5. By Friday morning, Bourdain was dead. This prompted a backlash against Argento for cheating, although she claimed through her proxy, Rose McGowan, that her romance with Tony was “open.”

People who seem to have been close to Bourdain but are remaining anonymous claim that after the paparazzi photos came out, Tony and Argento were frequently fighting by phone and interrupting the shoot in France.

Ten days after Bourdain’s death, the Daily Mail reported that Argento had posted on social media, “Life’s a bitch, and then you die.”

Three weeks after Tony’s death, the Daily Mail reported on Argento’s continuing grief process by publishing her series of latest “fuck you” messages and a nude selfie.

Now it’s nearly two months later, and Argento has shifted into full attack mode, as revealed by writer Leah McSweeney, who wrote on Instagram that she received an email from Asia’s attorney demanding that she take down her Penthouse opinion piece, “HOT LINES: Can We Talk About Toxic Femininity?”, and apologize to Argento.

Just within the past week, Argento took to Twitter to dispute the timeline of the French authorities. In the U.S., Bourdain was reportedly found hanging and unresponsive sometime early on Friday, June 8, after he failed to show up for breakfast with Ripert. (Keep in mind that France is 6 hours ahead of the U.S. East Coast).

Argento’s tweet said:

She apparently got the date wrong because Tony was in a French morgue by 9 p.m. June 8, so she must have meant Thursday, June 7.

French authorities later added that Bourdain had alcohol in his system.

If her tweet is true, it would seem that Argento has shown her hand. She was in contact with Tony, who was probably drinking, as late as Thursday at 9 p.m., which might explain why he failed to show up for dinner with Ripert that night.

In an extensive interview Bourdain gave to Maria Bustillos of Popula in February 2018, he recalled an argument he’d had with Argento where she said things that hurt him deeply. He explained, “…we’re texting back and forth, ‘cause we only argue by text.”

That indicates he and Asia were texting that Thursday night. And now Tony’s brother Chris has his phone and everything that may still be on it. It remains to be seen if the rest of that story will ever come out.

The question is, why is Argento digging her hole even deeper as a contributing factor in Bourdain’s suicide? Is it an insatiable need for attention, good or bad? Or perhaps it’s because she’s unwilling to let go of the celebrity-by-association she gained from being with Anthony Bourdain, which has been reduced to a sad little footnote at the end of the last page of his life story.

I hope one day Bourdain’s family and friends will heal to the point where they can speak on the record and bring some closure to this loss by providing whatever facts they know about what happened. In the meantime, Argento can spin it whichever way she wants.


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