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Mediaite ‘White House correspondent’ thinks I’m the head of an Italian crime family

Betsy Rothstein
Betsy Rothstein
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      Betsy Rothstein

      Born and raised in Akron, Ohio, Betsy has been covering and torturing Washington media for the past three years. Early on she studied journalism in England, interviewing punk rockers in Piccadilly Square who stole her notebook and ripped it up. After graduating from Union College with a B.A. in Spanish, she began her journalism career in Cambridge, Mass., working for a Cuban newspaper where she conducted man-on-the-street interviews. She asked Latinos about their love lives. “Do Latinos make better lovers or what?” She soon moved out west to Denver, where she worked for two rival Hispanic weeklies for one year each. Next stop: J-school at Northwestern’s Medill School of Journalism, where she earned a master’s degree. In the years following grad school she worked at the Boca Raton News as a business reporter followed by a brief stint as a press secretary for former Rep. Robert Wexler (D-Fla.). She spent the next decade on Capitol Hill covering hard news, features and gossip for The Hill Newspaper. In 2009 she quit and moved to Portland, Ore. and wrote about the many long-haired men there who distinctly resemble Jesus. They weren’t all kind (one was fat and confrontational) but she got her story. Prior to joining TheDC, Betsy was the editor of FishbowlDC, a Washington media gossip blog.

I’ve been called “pathologically vicious” and “cruel” and compared to HLN’s Nancy Grace (because we look like twins, right?). But never in all my years of reporting have I been accused of deploying goons to commit an online crime.

Until now.

Enter Mediaite “White House correspondent” Tommy Christopher, who has apparently lost all his marbles — or else he never had any in the first place.

Please read the email he recently sent me. It followed a much longer email fight we sustained for about 24 hours, wherein he accused me of having his children “cyberstalked.” That, of course, is as ridiculous as coming up with a fake name while trying to convince people your journalism is authentic — which I wouldn’t do.

Subject line: New stalker stuff


first of all, fwiw, I wasn’t trying to be a jerk at Sam’s thing, I just wanted to make sure you know I was there, and was not looking for a fight. Won’t say hello to you in future.

Since exactly after our last email exchange, someone has been stalking and threatening me about my brother on Twitter, which I have so far dealt with by blocking. If you told someone about our argument, it appears to have triggered this new round of harassment. Whatever our problems, I know you don’t want that.

The harassment escalated today, and while I’m sure you don’t know anything about it, perhaps you could let whoever you told about our argument to knock it off. Would really like to put all of this business behind us.

He sent that email in October. I never responded, but let me give it a try now:

Dearest Tommy,

I appreciate you feeling the need to announce yourself at a party, but when you spend 24 hours sending me emails telling me what a psychopath I am, you shouldn’t be surprised when you approach me to “say hello” and it doesn’t go over too well.

Put this business behind us? What “business” is that? Just because I think it’s ridiculous that you have a fake name does not mean I am responsible for the alleged cyberstalking of your children. I quoted a tweet more than a year ago regarding a fight you had with other journalists about your name not being your birth name. It’s a severe leap in judgement to say that means I am somehow spearheading a campaign to have your family cyberstalked.

When you send me crazy emails accusing me of crazy things, no, I don’t have to keep my mouth shut. I’m glad you won’t be seeking me out at parties. Besides, seeing the apparent access I have to thugs who kill people, launder money and frequent strip clubs (at least in “The Sopranos”), it’s probably not a good idea.