Girlfriend sure got around in the eighties and nineties, huh? What I want to know, though, is why she’s feeling the need to air all of this dirty laundry now—and about a man who’s not even around to defend himself?
Kirstie went and talked to Entertainment Tonight about her affair with Patrick Swayze during the filming of North and South, which was a TV miniseries that aired in and around 1985. To ET she said that despite the fact that they were both married during that time, they fell in love with one another, though they fought it hard. Kirstie said:
“Both of us were married. We did not have an affair. But again, I think what I did was worse. Because I think when you fall in love with someone when you’re married, you jeopardize your own marriage and their marriage. It’s doubly bad.”
You know what’s triply bad? That Patrick was married to Lisa Niemi, the lady he married in 1975 and stayed married to ’til he died in 2009, and that Kirstie is also friends with Niemi. Oh, wait, scratch that—she was friends with Lisa Niemi all the way up until Patrick’s funeral, at which Kirstie spoke at Lisa’s request. Kirstie claims that she doesn’t even know if Lisa had known about her friend’s relationship with her dead husband, which is just super, because now Lisa’s got to hear—through television, nonetheless—that her dear friend and her late husband had an emotional affair, which is sometimes worse than a physical affair, depending on who you ask.
Anyone else think that maybe Kirstie Alley should have just kept her big, fat mouth shut? Jeez.
November 6, 2012 at 4:30 pm by Sarah
So Lisa Niemi, Patrick Swayze‘s wife of something like 30+ years, wrote a memoir about her life with Swayze and enduring the effects of his illness and subsequent death. And it’s sad, guys. Really, really sad. Like, “shed some tears in the morning even after you’ve had that fourth cup of coffee” sad. I think it’s one of those things where it’s like, “Yeah, it was sad that Patrick Swayze died, and damn, wasn’t Dirty Dancing so f-cking awesome?”, but it’s really way more than that. I don’t think people realized how fully awesome Patrick was (as was his relationship with Lisa), and how much of a someone amazing was lost when Patrick passed in 2009.
Ugh. Anyway. From Worth Fighting For, Lisa Niemi on first meeting Swayze:
We were so different from each other, and yet so much alike. I was 14 years old when I first laid eyes on him at Houston Music Theatre, when his mother’s dance school merged with my theatre group. Patrick was tanned, buff, had a dazzling smile and a reputation as a Casanova. I wasn’t just a wallflower; I was an expert, practised wallflower. Our first contact came when we passed each other coming in and out of the theatre, and he reached over and pinched me on the bottom. “Hey there, cutie!” he said in a friendly yet mischievous tone. “Oh, brother.” I rolled my eyes as he passed me.
Little did she know she’d spend the next couple of decades at his side. Later in the book, Lisa talked about how Swayze proposed, and how they moved to LA to pursue their shared dream of the performing arts:
We’d been living together in a tiny brownstone apartment in New York City. Then, in the middle of a tickling fight, he paused, his arms around me. “What?” I asked curiously. His face flushed. “Why don’t we do it? Why don’t we get married?” And on June 12, 1975, we did. From being dancers, we went to working in the theatre, from theatre we moved to Los Angeles for film. We were off to the races. We were living and pursuing our dreams.
The book becomes significantly darker, as Niemi shares what it was like for Patrick to be diagnosed, and then later, treated, for pancreatic cancer:
Over New Year 2008, we were visiting friends in Aspen and raised a glass of champagne for a toast. Patrick grimaced a little when he swallowed but didn’t say anything. A week later, he came to me on a Sunday afternoon, “Do my eyes look yellow to you” I peered curiously. “Yes, yes, they do look yellow?.?.?. Let’s get you to the doctor first thing tomorrow.” Patrick had tests and scans; the results came through the same afternoon. And an alarm sounded inside our heads. There was a 2in-by-1½in mass on the head of his pancreas. What? What does this mean? The doctor was hesitant about guessing. But we pushed. “We-e-l-l-l, it could be cancer,” he said.
As we all know, the final diagnosis ended up being cancer, and Swayze lived only a year more after the heartbreaking news, despite his aggressive medical treatment, return to television, and continued ranch work on the couple’s property in New Mexico:
January 2, 2012 at 10:30 am by Sarah
OK, this makes me sad today. I spent my childhood adoring Patrick Swayze (as I’m sure his wife did; I mean, who didn’t at the time?), and this is the latest wax figure debuted by Madam Tussaud’s. Hopefully you’ll all recognize this Swayze from the epic scene in Dirty Dancing that I used to actually recreate in my dining room. Alone. For hours at a time.
And then you have Patrick’s widow, Lisa, posing along with her late husband‘s figure and giving him adoring looks (which, of course, I’d do the same). HOW SAD IS THIS? How much do you think she wants to take that wax statue home and just sit it in the corner of the living room while she watches late-night television? I mean, I would if it were my husband, sad as it is to say.
This whole thing makes me really, really melancholy, and I can’t imagine the inner turmoil Lisa must be going through, looking at (and posing with) her different-era husband. You can’t tell me that doesn’t smart just a little, tiny bit.
October 19, 2011 at 7:30 am by Sarah
Nobody puts Baby in a corner. Everybody knows that. But apparently it’s totally fine to murder Baby, bury her in a shallow hole, resurrect her, kill her and bury her all over again, and then spit on her desecrated zombie grave, because they’re making a Dirty Dancing remake. No, not another shitty sequel, a remake of the beloved original.
The sacrilege, also known as the remake, will be directed by Kenny Ortega, a guy who also directed a couple of High School Musicals. Other credits of his include directing This Is It, the Michael Jackson documentary, and backing out of directing that horrendous Footloose remake. And what’s more, he was the one who choreographed the original Dirty Dancing. So it can’t be ALL bad, can it?
Oh wait, it definitely can. It can be all bad with a side of horrible and a dash of traumatic. Without the eternally glorious Patrick Swayze and the beautiful Jennifer Grey, what is Dirty Dancing? Do you think for one second that I’m going to sit there and watch Zac Efron charmingly tickle Lea Michele‘s arm? Because I won’t.
Would you watch this monstrosity? And, even better, who do you think would get the legendary roles?
August 9, 2011 at 5:30 am by Emily
Last night the cast of Dancing With The Stars did a special tribute to Patrick Swayze from his Dirty Dancing Days. I’m not gonna lie, it choked me up a little bit.
Despite my hormonal self, I watched One Last Dance — has anyone ever seen that movie? — the other day. It was the last movie he made with his wife Lisa Niemi. Pretty horrible flick if you ask me, but it was just so sad to see how healthy and vital Swayze looked just six years ago.
September 24, 2009 at 7:34 am by Wendie
I love it when celebs pontificate on complex issues such as Middle Eastern politics or life-saving medical treatment, as if being able to cry on cue makes them an expert in every field. Suzanne Somers is particularly adroit at this method of putting her perky little foot in her perky little mouth.
Recently, Somers — whose oncological experience consists of one season of Three’s Company and stage kissing Patrick Duffy – asserted that Patrick Swayze died not from pancreatic cancer, but because his doctors poisoned him with chemotherapy.
“They took a beautiful man,” Somers said, “and put poison in his body. Why couldn’t they have built him up nutritionally and gotten rid of the toxins?… I hate to be this controversial… but I have to speak out.”
Of course! Everyone knows that the cure for aggressive pancreatic cancer is organic veggies and squeezing out a few rounds on your ThighMaster.
It’s too bad Ms. Somers has not yet discovered a cure for leather neck-itis