When Celebrities Complain.

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.