Idiocy Abound

I'd be lying if I said there weren't a lot of things I find irritating or annoying. Truth be told, I find most things end up pissing me off. For example, I just read that the Spears family is mad at Dr. Phil for not keeping his mouth shut after making a visit to Britney. First off, Britney Spears is crazy. That's it. Doctors can come up with all sorts of fancy names to pair with fancy drugs that are supposed to help you deal with life, but when push comes to shove we're ultimately dealing with crazy. Now the Spears family is upset because they brought Dr. Phil in under an "invitation of trust", and he violated that trust by making public statements. Dr. Phil did not breach an sort of confidentiality. In fact, is he even really a doctor, or is he as much a doctor as Judge Reinhold is a jurist? Even if he is licensed to practice medicine somewhere, how dumb do you have to be to believe that Dr. Phil is the most qualified psychologist to treat your daughter? When the CIA has to deal with a terrorist threat on a presidential candidate they don't go talk to the writers of 24 or ask Jack Bauer for suggestsions. (or maybe they do....) Either way, when your daughter goes nuts, and you're loaded, you don't go to Dr. Phil, you go to a respected person in the field. Much like my Kim Clijsters post, inevitably someone will comment angrily on how Dr. Phil is legit, and you know what maybe you're right. That doesn't change the fact that when you enlist a celebrity psychologist as a celebrity, there's a good chance they're going to talk about you. I think the whole world is sick of hearing about how Britney fucked up her life. What is most amazing about the whole thing is that from the day Britney married some kid from her high school in Vegas, and then turned around and married K-Fed, we all knew it was over. But what we didn't know, and I suppose this could be chalked up to karma or fate, was how spectacular the decline would be and how great K-Fed would come out looking in comparison. Seriously, now HE'S filing restraining orders? Fuck all of them.

Try this one on for size. Imagine you're a man (probably not hard for most readers). Imagine your wife decides to get a part time job. Great you say, not only will I have some time to myself to watch Girls Gone Wild tapes and masturbate furiously, but I can visit a brothel or two while she's gone and she'll pull in some extra spending money. Everything is peachy, until, on one of your trips to the ole' whore house, you are surprised to find that your wife's part time job is at the brothel, as a prostitute. Two things run through your mind (1) do I have to pay, and (2) where is she hiding all this extra money, they don't pay this well at the local kielbasa shop (I forgot to mention you are polish). Mull that one over.