Leave the man alone, for god's sake!

I will admit to occasionally reading a few celebrity gossip blogs. Not the fawning, "Oooo, famous people" claptrap, but the funnier and smarmy types. Hell, at one point, writing celebrity gossip funded my way of life for a couple of months (ah, the days of doing contract work for good cash).

But occasionally, I wish they would leave some of these people alone -- the grieving ones. The sad ones. The ones who did something stupid eight years ago and are being punished for it. The ones who opted to wear track pants when they went for a walk with their dog.

And yes, the ones who have been recently accused of attempting suicide.

Write another brief on the Lindsay-Paris-Britney Bermuda triangle of inappropriate behaviour or something. I mean, there are times to respect a person's privacy.

And yes, I'm well aware that as a reader of this tripe, I'm part of the problem, the whole circuitous mess, etc. But I can't help myself -- I know they're successful, wealthy (I accept philanthropic donations), gorgeous people... but I feel bad for them. I do.



(Seriously, Brad and Angelina -- couldn't you help out a struggling writer by sending me a photo or two I can publish for amounts that would pay off my entire student loan, credit card bills AND fund my life for a year or two or more? I know your dignity is at stake, but really... someone else is going to make coin off it. Wouldn't you rather it be for someone who needs it desperately?)