I’ve been disconnected from media. I’ve been disconnected. Clearing out my DVR, I watched the February 20th episode of Fashion Police. The story may be out there, but I had to share my thoughts on Joan’s normal tirade of the famous.
Joan has been around all my life. When she asked, I wanted to talk. Her humor and edge make her a comedic icon. That’s why I’m a Ranger.
This time, her critique on Whitney and Ray-J wasn’t funny. If Whitney were alive and breathing I may have laughed. After watching parts of her funeral this morning, I couldn’t help but feel sad.The horse voice of a legend may have been exaggerated. I’m sure her upcoming return was met with fear. Hadn’t she learned from Michael?
I wondered if Joan’s comments sent Whitney into a tizzy. Her desperate attempt to gain attention by being seen with Brandy’s brother was counter productive. I don’t care if he slept with KK or had a show on cable network. He’s a joke. Just ask The Soup. Whitney has been under scrutiny before and seems unaffected.
Was it that she stopped taking illegal drugs and started taking legal ones?
Over recent years drug overdoses have surpassed dying of natural cause in the headlines of celebrities. Take Elizabeth Taylor’s sad passing. Even that is in question because she battled addiction most of her life. Heath Ledger was found dead, and alone with his prescriptions? Amy Winehouse’s public meltdown turned breakdown? Michael Jackson paid for full time care and died under his watch.
Do we blame the doctors? Do we blame the addiction? Do we blame the media? Do we blame the fallen? From my vantage point it’s a deadly combination.
Ironically, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is on and I see a young, and innocent, River Phoenix. He was my first overdose. Can Whitney please be my last? I beg that this doesn’t become a common headline in my celebrity news. I’m really sad about all these losses.
If Britney, Christina, or Lindsay were to OD today, I would say that is as predictable as the ones listed above. They, too, are riding a slippery slope. So please celebrities, if can’t handle your fame, please, please, get out of the spotlight.
Also, Demi Moore get your shit together! Do not let Ashton take away your self esteem. Take it from a cougar, you do not need a young man, or any man for that matter, by your side to validate you. You are beautiful. I beg that you stop your obsession with status and go back to Idaho to prepare for your next comeback. Make us all proud @MissMooreMovesOn!
Before I wrap let me ask, what happened to Nicole Ritchie on Fashion Star? Was she too intellectual that she made Jessica look bad? It’s a shame because I was looking forward to the duo. I have admitted that I am ashamed of liking some of Jessica’s shoes. She’s in good company with Santana and Fergie.
Instead I get another boring model that plays safe. I’m sorry, but we are 50/50 when it comes to models being hosts: Heidi + Iman = Freaks + Hotties does not equal Angela + Elle = Cue Cards + D List. Although male designers give s a closer race with Michael Kors + Issac Mizrahi + Kenneth Cole. Yes, Mizrahi is there because he fondled Scarlet Johanson’s boob on the red carpet (not for his long collaboration with Target). One thing I am sure of is Jessica’s lack of fashion sense and a great PR team.
I’m sure I’ll have more to say on both matters.
Let me end by sharing my excitement on my upcoming annual trip to Sedona for some detox. I hope the changing gears will get me to lower my RPMs. I’m revving in neutral. Lord knows I need an oil change. Let’s hope that my batteries are charged and my spark plugs ignite. I’ll let you know about the ride, promise. Funny, you are probably thinking this is a sexual innuendo. It’s not. More so, I’m trying to point out I am in need of a pit stop to recalibrate. I’m not always filthy.
