"SHE TOLD EVERYONE HER BOOBS WERE REAL, WHICH was a laugh," begins the story in the most recent Rolling Stone on Jocelyn Kirsch and Ed Anderton, those Philadelphia identity thieves who got dubbed the Ivy League "Bonnie and Clyde." "Bonnie and Clyde, that's only because they're young and good-looking," a Philadelphia detective tells the magazine. In all, the pair scammed more than $100,000 worth of free vacations and rabbit fur vests, handbags and iPods, mostly the result of Jocelyn's masterminding. Not that it was that hard. "These two were complete idiots. If it was two fat fucks from South Philly, it would have been Turner and Hooch." But that raises an interesting point: what is it about insane, manipulative pathological liars like Jocelyn Kirsch that people allllways seem to fall for as long as they are reasonably attractive? She had three boyfriends at once, all of whom knew about one another, one of whom was busy getting injured by an IED in Afghanistan. She lied constantly about mundane shit — like being asked to model for Urban Outfitters, or hailing from Lithuania — and less mundane shit, like stealing their ATM cards. She was violent, mean, hysterically vain, not that bright.
A friend tries to explain her appeal: "She wasn't a healthy person. But she was entertaining. We were always waiting to see what she'd say next." Ah, exactly. Anyway, you all know how the story ends: a fateful set of hair extensions, and the couple's wild fabulousness spree came undone. Meanwhile, an ex-friend named Sallie Cook is getting famous. "My agent's telling me we can get, like, $5,000 a picture!" she tells the magazine re her snapshots with Jocelyn. "They can get me, like, fifty grand!"
Gallery: The Fabulous And Fraudulent Life Of Jocelyn And Ed [Rolling Stone]