In which RFK Jr. learns why it is never a good idea to let psychotic women talk to you.
My husband was the first to voice concerns. From the beginning, he was skeptical of her motives, worried she was using me to gather gossip and leverage my access for her own benefit. I brushed off his concerns, but over time, I couldn’t ignore the signs.
As I reflect, my overall take is that I was a pawn. It’s clear that her initial curiosity toward Robert F. Kennedy Jr. gradually morphed into something more, to which I offered insight and proximity. It started with innocent questions about his character, policies, and public appearances, but soon escalated into an invasive fixation on his personal life. Olivia would ask me almost intimate questions about him and his relationships with staff and his wife after each campaign stop — who he was seen talking to, what his mood was like, and whether he showed any signs of flirtation. There was an undercurrent of fascination that went beyond journalistic intrigue, bordering on obsession. Her constant desire for updates, coupled with the tone of her inquiries, made it clear she wasn’t merely reporting: She was weaving some kind of fantasy. I could sense her emotional investment growing. In that shift, the gossip centered less on politics and more on tracking and dissecting his every move. I noticed that whenever I criticized him, pointing out what I disliked or disagreed with, she was quick to defend him. I found it odd. Her judgment as a veteran political journalist seemingly dissolved as the months progressed. She appeared like a dazed schoolgirl discussing RFK, having lost the ability to view him objectively — a red flag I noted. She had become a full-fledged Kennedy fangirl.
My suspicions were further confirmed when I noticed some of the gossip I shared began leaking…
Friends of Kennedy believe Nuzzi set him up. They recount that just two weeks after New York Magazine published her article, she made a flirtatious remark during a phone conversation. In response, Kennedy blocked her number. A few weeks later, Nuzzi emailed him, asking to be unblocked, claiming she had urgent information about a hit piece being prepared against him. He unblocked her for that conversation, but later that night, she sent him a provocative picture, prompting him to block her again.
For most of the next 8 months, Kennedy kept her blocked, except for a few occasions when Nuzzi contacted him from different emails and phone numbers, insisting he unblock her for urgent discussions about an imminent hit piece. Once unblocked, she bombarded him with increasingly pornographic photos and videos that he found difficult to resist. After brief exchanges, he would block her again.
I tend to doubt Olivia Nuzzi was a professional honeypot charged with entrapping Kennedy in order to discredit and disqualify him. I think she’s a garden-variety media whore with a liberal dash of psycho, based on my own run-in with her back in 2016.
She’s just not very smart, and she’s not attractive enough to serve as an credible honeypot for an Alpha who has been ploughing his way through Hollywood actresses and wannabe actresses for more than 30 years. But she clearly is psycho enough, and enough of a fame-whore, to get obsessed with the current standard bearer of the Kennedy name and glamor beyond her usual flirtation game. As one source put it:
“I’m not saying she was inviting me to sleep with her, but working with Olivia is very different from any other journalist, male or female. There’s a fine line between sexual seduction and informational seduction — and she crosses it. All the time.”
Which underlines yet another reason to never talk to the media. If you’re a man of any stature at all, even if you’re a very minor public figure, keep your distance from those attractive young women who are just ever-so fascinated with your brilliant mind and so impressed by your manifold accomplishments. Treat them with the same cold disdain you’d treat a sycophantic Gamma you know is trying to get something out of you, and refuse their every request, insinuation, and invitation.
And if they send you pictures, spam them immediately. You’d be better off paying for subscriptions to porn sites than to permit any level of engagement with that sort of creature. If you’re lucky, if you’re very lucky, she might only be a genuine psycho who, for one reason or another, actually happens to be obsessed with you. More likely, she is a paid architect of your planned demise.
If you’re not content to have everything you do and say published on the front page of The New York Times, then don’t do it.
Sometimes something similar happens to ordinary men like myself. I've occasionally been hit on by younger attractive women I don't know or hardly know. That always makes me suspicious when it happens, especially when my own behavior towards these women has been entirely restrained and proper.
Sexual directness, particularly if you don't know her well, is a huge red flag that signals personality issues.
It's an instant turnoff. The deviation from typical demure female behavior is both jarring and disturbing.
A couple of examples:
A female co-worker I was merely cordial with sent me an explicit offer of weekend fun through company email. Instant turnoff. I promptly gave her in-person feedback regarding proper email etiquette.
In my personal life, my then-girlfriend, out of the blue, pounced on me and said she was
going to r*pe me. Instant turnoff, harsh rebuke followed by an argument.
Her response,"This has never happened to me before! I never get rejected!" The relationship basically ended there.
This is my perspective as a regular guy. Women are not so sexually direct and aggressive with everyday men.
Obviously "rock stars" are treated differently and probably lose the ability to identify dangerous women from normal women who are making extreme efforts to secure them.