Now, are they not a lovely couple, in a May/December way? But not so lovely when you realize it’s also in a child/progenitor way.
Say hi to Bruce McMahan, McMahan’s Furniture heir, former PaineWebber and Bear Stearns honcho and current (clock ticking) chief of McMahan Securities. She’s Linda Marie Hodge McMahan Schutt, PhD (Psych, natch; draw your own inferences), and executive vice president of marketing for Argent Funds Group LLC and McMahan Securities.
You’d think the Westminster Abbey nuptuals of such a pair would rate a brief mention in the Times, wouldn’t you? Well, you’d be wrong.
See, she’s his daughter.
And that, my friends, is the difference between the Times and the Village Voice. (via Fark)
In court papers, McMahan denies that he ever had a sexual affair with his daughter. But he doesn’t explain how his and Linda‘s DNA turned up on a vibrator that Linda‘s husband uncovered in her luggage. McMahan also hints that Linda may not be his biological daughter, despite a DNA test he paid for showing with 99.7 percent probability that he is her father…
Then, on September 13, as this article was being
prepared for print, all five lawsuits were settled on undisclosed terms. As part of the settlement, a federal judge in San Diego sealed the files of the California lawsuit and took the rare step of wiping out any record that the lawsuit had ever existed.
Through McMahan‘s L.A. public relations firm, the parties sent a statement to New Times, describing the matter as a mere “family dispute,” and alluded to taking legal action if this newspaper published this article, which is drawn from the information in the court cases that McMahan has gone to such lengths to hide from public view.
If you’ve ever thought about reading Kathryn Harrison‘s The Kiss, I’d advise you to skip it and just check out this bizarre and twisted tale. It trumps Harrison‘s subsequently-repudiated memoir on every measure that counts: more laws broken, dodgy Dubai dollars, a posh wedding (Westminster! Abbey!), private spas, everyone involved seems to have had more marriages than Mickey Rooney and Elizabeth Taylor combined (with the exception of the blushing bride. She really was Daddy’s girl), incriminating videotape, a vast fortune, lawsuits galore, Eastern European mail order brides, and, if I may remind you, DNA-encrusted sex toys!
What’s not to like?
raincoaster 
Hectic picture!
I hope this kind of thing doesn’t happen to often.. then who am I kidding there are more than 6 billion people in the world. That’s alot of chances.
Yes indeedy. There was a New Yorker story that became a book a few years ago; this Greek fellow found out his parents were brother and sister. They emigrated to America after the second world war so nobody would know, but during the war their village was entirely isolated, so “what could they do?”
Keep it in their pants?
raincoaster,
Are you sure that New Yorker story wasn’t actually fiction? It sounds suspiciously like _Middlesex_ by Jeffrey Eugenides, parts of which were published as fiction in the New Yorker before the release of the book.
However, this story…creepy.
No, it was published as nonfiction, and a long time before Middlesex. Can’t recall the name of the author, though; it was a bit of a slog to get through, one of those “and then Angie died and we ate the fleas off the corpse and then walked uphill to school where they put us in the coal mines” kind of thing.