Sorry, Charlie
Posted on | March 7, 2011 | 30 Comments
The Trainwreck Called Charlie has taken up entirely too much of my attention lately, but at least I got an American Spectator column out of it:
Celebrity psychiatrist Dr. Drew Pinsky described Sheen’s condition as a “psychiatric emergency,” most probably the manic phase of bipolar disorder (also known as manic depression) and requiring hospitalization: “He’s in an acute manic state right now.… Notice how he goes from thought to thought and they are sort of disconnected? That’s acute mania.” . . . Pinsky’s concerns were echoed by others in Hollywood who have dealt with mental illness or addiction issues, including actor Gary Busey, who said Sheen is in a “tailspin,” and Tom Arnold, who accused those close to Sheen of exploiting his problems.
Perhaps the biggest of Sheen’s problems is that he has succeeded so well by exploiting his own reputation as the baddest of Hollywood’s bad boys. . . .
Please read the whole thing, which is 1,200 words long. Frankly, it would be easier to write 50,000 words about the “fricking rock star from Mars” than to boil down his catastrophic collapse into a single column.
Excuse me for reiterating what seems to me the most inarguable evidence that Charlie is completely batshit insane: He went from being married to fabulous beauty Denise Richards — the mother of his two adorable daughters — to shacking up with no-better-than-7-on-the-10-scale Natalie Kenly and Rachel Oberlin who, as porn performer “Bree Olson,” was winner of the 2008 “Best Anal Scene” award.
OK, you may say, looks aren’t everything. True enough, but is there any level on which Charlie’s skanky “godesses” could be, as he claims, such triumphant conquests as to make his lifestyle the envy of every man in Hollywood? He’s the highest-paid star in the history of television, and the best he can do is a couple of low-rent bimbos like that?
Dude, if that’s “winning,” what does “losing” look like?