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I love me some Ricki Lake, so don’t get me wrong. She’s always been an
adorable thang, and when she lost half of her body weight, she evolved into a
beautiful thang. But she said something so incredibly retarded that I can’t let
it go. She claims that after her participation on last season’s Dancing with the Stars, that she
suffered a sort of “Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.” Really? Really?
Okay, I
understand that she was under enormous, enormous pressure from all the
attention and the extra weight loss and having to perform before real, live
audiences twice a week. And all the dancing, for God’s sake. Because fun things
like dancing, and national fame and being an entertainer are so fucking,
fucking stressful.
They are way worse than cowering between the toilet and wall of
a locked bathroom because your high-as-a-kite husband is trying to kick in the
door and finish beating you to death. Way worse than going into mortal combat
where you are terrified 86,400 seconds a day that the enemy will blow your ass
up or capture and torture you for years in some dirt-and-feces-floored cell that
only has a bucket to catch all your bloody diarrhea and pee caused by the multiple
beatings to your kidney-area every night while you are just trying to get some
sleep without the rats chewing off your face. Yeah. Having the grueling
learn-two-complete-dance-routines-in-under-a-week schedule and having to look
svelte for magazine covers. Way worse.
And then she compounded her fucktardedness by mentioning that she could not
handle the expectation of keeping off the weight resulting from her six hours of
dancing per day, which she could no longer maintain since the show ended. So she was really glad she had time to decompress in
Paris, thank God, where she wasn’t well-known, and she could have some
goddamned peace.
Ricki. People are starving. Men are committing suicide more than ever
because they’ve lost their jobs and the means to support their families. And then
their homes and their dignity. Our economy is literally killing us. And you
bitch because you have to escape to Paris for some fucking rest and relaxation?
Awwwwww. Poor you.
Original Photo Credit: Adam Taylor, ABC.
Original Photo Credit: Adam Taylor, ABC.
PSTD???? From dancing??? For real??? What's gonna be next???
ReplyDeleteThis is good, Bloggurl.
ReplyDeleteThe whole fan-phenomenon just pisses me off in spades anyway. These people catch a big break (HUGE, against almost impossible odds, perhaps smaller than hitting the lottery) and suddenly their lives are public (for which they have the audacity to complain too!) and Midas rich and living in the lap of luxury and "working" maybe four months of the year (between vacations) as actors or athletes; while the rest of us read about them and tell stories of our "brushes with greatness" when we sat at the next table in some Deli or in the Skywalker Ranch cafeteria, and get all out of sorts when they're "appearing" on some hack TV talk show, getting more attention than Jesus or Gandhi or Lao Tse or Socrates ever did. I mean really. What is that about (us, not them). A few, like Tom Hanks on Letterman one time, will cop to how fortunate (aka, lucky, or blessed!) they are to be able to do what they do and collect the obscene sums of money they do. But most parade around like their shit doesn't even have an odor, and they've never hurt anyone, and they weren't EVEN nerds in high school, and they aren't simply gaga over all the attention. It's all so simultaneously phoney and smug, and we're all just such simpering sickos in their shell game of make-believe. I find myself wondering: do they do normal things I do? Walk around the block? Watch TV? Have dreams in the night? Fear mortality? They suddenly evolve into this other species almost, from an alien world we'll never experience. Like people felt when the King or Queen's carriage would drive past and their "subjects" were supposed to kneel.
It's just wrong, Bloggurl. Wrong to the seventh power. Yet I'd trade places with them "in a New York minute," I would. That's how brainwashed I am.
Hess
She's just pissed because she didn't win.
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