Filed under: Wonkette, Socialiting, Parties, Juleanna Glover, Jeffrey Weiss, Liz Glover
Juleanna Glover, best known in Washington circles as a tour de force of the hostessing/lobbying worlds, tends to enjoy loads of attention thanks to her professionalism and high power connections. Among her past employers are Dick Cheney, Rudy Giuliani, John Ashcroft and Steve Forbes — most of whom have attended at least one of her famously glitzy Kolorama parties. Even though the Republican power player is currently embattled in a bitter divorce with her lobbyist hubby Jeffrey Weiss, most people who know her admire her seemingly endless grace under fire as she concurrently raises her three young children.
And then there’s her younger sister Liz Glover, who’s making a name for herself in a much different way — namely, by clunking around town toting a pink and green plastic Barbie-themed Polaroid, snapping embarrassing shots of DC’s party set for the Wonkette tabloid, which has mocked most everyone in Juleanna’s Rolodex. She also teaches yoga.
After this week’s party for Meet the Press, several powerful attendees told us they purposely avoided Liz when they saw her inching near them. One person who knows her well called her “annoying.” Another said she’s “riding her sister’s coattails.” And still others are asking why Juleanna is letting her kid sis ruin the familial reputation the lobbyist hostess has worked so hard to build over the years.
Liz herself seems oblivious to the criticisms. Indeed, today’s Washington Post notes that she believes others are the ones with the problem. “They think it might be a weapon,” she said regarding the fact that party-goers often shy away from her odd choice in cameras. She also complained, “In D.C., no one wants to take the picture for you.” Or maybe, Liz, they just don’t want to be associated with you. It’s just your sister they’re after.
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