Recently there has been a lot of crazy behavior by several individuals – some of the glitterati persuasion…or as my radio partner refers to them: Celebri-Tards. Others are seeking glitterati status by their manic behavior. At the onset, the behavior by these individuals fuels the mainstream consciousness of conversation. Becomes water cooler talk. Gives the Hollywood tabloid TV shows like ET, Inside Edition and the like something to fill their airtime.
Just in the past several months we’ve had plenty to feast on. Michael Phelps’ “bong”. Christian Bale’s on-set tirade. And, of course, Octo-Mom. All these folk and their lack of sense feed our desire to be entertained by those more privileged than we doing something that makes us say to ourselves, “What the hell were they thinking?” And in a sub-concavical way is a type of surrogate confirmation to us that we have our heads screwed on the right way. Or do we?
The Michael Phelps “bong” incident? Seems like it was a forever ago. Christian Bale’s 4-minute rant of anger at a film crew member for something he did to break acting consciousness (though 30-seconds would have been more than sufficient in my book)? Already old news.
But the phenomenon known as Octo-Mom? For some perverse reason we seem to not be able to let go…sinking our entertainment “teeth” into this sick psychotic woman much like a coyote with a fresh piece of meat. But in my opinion, this “piece of meat” has far surpassed its shelf life and has become rotten, spoiled and ptomaine-laced.
California single woman Nadya Suleman, with no job and no means of support, decides she wants to be a mom. Goes to a fertility clinic to get pregnant. Bam! 6 kids. Decides she wants more kids and returns to fertility clinic. Ba-blam! 8 more. Then we see the woman. She has had plastic surgery to look like Angelina Jolie and turns out she’s obsessed with the star. Jolie says she’s nuts. She then hires a publicist. Has an offer to do a porn movie. Publicist quits – says she’s nuts. Hires a second publicist. 911 tapes are released of her psychotically wigged out and wailing that her child is missing when the child is walking around the block with grandma. Second publicist quits – says she’s nuts. Now there’s talk of a video of this woman giving birth to her 8 babies in the hospital room being shopped around for over a million dollars. More people dropping support for her – saying she’s nuts.
Trust me, I know a thing or two about psycho women. And Nadya Suleman is beyond psycho. She’s sick and needs to have the media plug pulled from her roller coaster, way the hell over 15-minutes of “fame”. The kids need to be taken from her. She needs to be committed…and a guarantee made that she’ll never give birth again.
I know also about kids. I am a father… a proud parent. And Ms. Suleman is no parent. She is an opportunistic, self-absorbed sociopath who has no business being a mother to children.
We, as a people, need to let go of this woman’s escapades as a form of titillating and entertaining fodder, and call it what is is. A sad example of the human race. And let go of it. Let it die. Enough outrage is out there that eventually the right thing will occur if we stop feeding the emotional pig that is Nadya Suleman. We as people, and especially us in media, need to stop buying into her duping of not only government agencies that pay her way (i.e.: our tax dollars), but the duping of ourselves into believing that this is tasty and entertaining gossip fodder for us to continue to gnaw on.
Spoiled meat will just make you sick.
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