Tori Spelling Still Struggling With The Whole “Self Worth” Thing
You would think that the sadness hanging over the set of the new 90210 would occur every morning when Tori Spelling, Jennie Garth, and Shannen Doherty looked in the mirror. Don’t get me wrong, work is work. I respect these women (I do not respect these women, but something like it; I something like respect these women) for their willingness to face public questioning and ridicule over their career choices and lack of career choices to put food on their Rent-A-Center layaway tables. But at the same time, yikes. The only thing worse than playing the same character you played 15 years ago who’s developmentally stuck reliving the glory days of high school is actually being the same person you were 15 years ago who’s developmentally stuck reliving the glory days of high school. The only difference is that these actresses will be portraying that misery every week while in real life you only have to see it once a year, on the trip home for Thanksgiving.
But no. The sadness hanging over the set of the new 90210 is occurring at the bank. Nikki Finke is reporting that due to contract negotiations, Tori Spelling MIGHT NOT reprise the Donna Martin role. This is probably upsetting news to someone!
Insiders tell me that Tori was hired to reprise her role as fashion boutique owner Donna Martin for just “$10,000-$20,000″ per episode. But then Jennie Garth and Shannen Doherty were signed for “$35,000-$50,000″ a show. When Tori found out her former co-stars were getting paid way more than she was, she got pissed and demanded equal pay. But the network suits have refused. So now my sources tell me that Tori has pulled out of the series, which premieres with a 2-hour special on September 2nd. “She thought she deserved parity, and she’s got a point,” an insider explained to me.
Oh jeez. “She’s got a point”? I don’t think you need to have a point to want parity. This is sad. Poor little Tori Spelling. Also, knowing what they are all going to be making is bumming me out. They’re still earning way more money than I ever will, and I should kill myself, because money is everything, but, you know, I still have my dignity (sort of, although I think it says “blogger” on my tax returns, so I’m the worst.) It’s not even the dollar amount, it’s just the conversation at home, over a celebratory bottle of Freixenet black. “I know it’s not a lot, but this is going to be good for us. We can pay down one of the credit car[gunshot].”