For the past couple of days, I’ve been watching television and finding that I can’t avoid the face of Rielle Hunter. You know her, she’s the filmmaker who started a scandalous affair with Democrat John Edwards, one of the many people who tried to go toe-to-toe with Barack Obama for the Democratic party’s nomination in 2008. Though he was married, and at the time, his wife, the late Elizabeth Edwards was at the time battling cancer, they continued a relationship with one another and even had a child together. While most women would feel some sort of guilt and try to stay out of the public eye and the media glare for doing such a thing, Hunter got sassy for GQ, sat down with Barbara Walters, and as we know now, is putting out a book about the affair: “What Really Happened: John Edwards, Our Daughter and Me” She even takes shots at the late Elizabeth Edwards in her memoir, calling her a “venomous” individual, and a “witch on wheels.” Word? With her smug smile and book, she’s been making the media rounds and of course, making money.