No Defendas of Brenda
updated 02/22/1993 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/22/1993 AT 01:00 AM EST
Darby and Morataya haven't met Doherty, although they watch her show. Their real fixation is with L.A.'s alternative-music scene. They cover that in their four-year-old fanzine, Ben Is Dead (they are coy about explaining the title), which, like Brenda, is put together in their two-bedroom apartment and yields them an annual income of "pocket lint," says Morataya. Last fall, as a joke, they faxed a one-page compilation of Doherty press clips to their music-industry friends, who passed it on to other media friends. That provoked a blizzard of faxes and phone calls, all attesting to dreadful brushes with Doherty. And so was the anti-Shannen newsletter born, under the legend: "If acting were her only crime, she could be forgiven."
A pardon is not in sight. Darby and Morataya have printed up I Hate Brenda T-shirts ($12) and bumper stickers ($1). There are even plans for a Hating Brenda album by a group called Rump—including two girl rockers named Darby and Kerin Morataya.
The Doherty camp, not surprisingly, hates I Hate Brenda. "I find it pathetic that what they're doing is at the expense of someone else," says manager Michael Gursey.
It has occurred to the roommates that maybe they're being dangerously bitchy themselves. "What if Shannen, like, read our newsletter and killed herself?" wonders Darby, who adds that—despite the line of anti-Brenda products—a second issue isn't a sure bet. "But then people call and tell me all these horrible run-ins, and I feel better."