Oh, great. Now we’ll be subjected to a flood of stories from brainless celebs about their horrific experiences and the awesome courage they displayed in overcoming those (largely fictional) traumas.
I.
Don’t.
Care.
I was on Maui once, and the word in the hotel was that Pamela Anderson was staying there.
I was out for an early morning walk, and some overly busty short chick walks by with a look on her face of “aren’t you lucky to see me”.
I had no idea who she was. I don’t watch TV. But it’s pretty clear she was Pamela. Ick.
I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s exactly what happens. My theory is that a lot of celebrities have had something like this happen to them, and that’s what has sparked them to enter the performing arts - it gives them a way to act out anger, sadness, etc. while not actually being themselves.