I've really been meaning to post something here for the last couple of weeks. I've even had a couple of decent ideas, just no time. But after reading this 'breaking news story' I could not put it off any longer, even if this is the equivalent of shooting fish in a barrel...
Amy Winehouse, wait for it people, has been hospitalized for an 'allergic reaction to medication'. Seriously? I hope her publicist is getting a healthy bump in pay for keeping a straight face while continuing to report this shite and coming up with 101 ways to say 'overdose'. A finer journalistic talent, the world has never known.
Where was this so called 'spokesperson' when Amy was being quoted as saying she wants to have 5 children (and with that prize of husband, Blake)? Yes, of course you do dear, and someday I'm going to grow up and have kittens. With all the money she's made for Universal Records, surely there's someone on the payroll responsible for editing/managing/wrangling her. The only thing I can figure is that some number cruncher worked out the cost/benefit on this project and determined Amy pays out better dead.
But what about her parents? They're always handy with a terribly insightful comment like Amy has early stage emphysema. or Don't buy Amy's albums, that will force her to get help!, or my personal favorite, Wow, look at this neato wax figure of what our kid used to look like. Really, Mom & Pop Winehouse, how far does it have to go? Are you right this instant basking in rosy thoughts of spoiling those aforementioned, bee-hived, crack-addicted grandbabies?
How about this people (and I'm talking to you Mom & Pop) - take a cue from Britney's camp. They may not have done much right (Hello, Lynn? Yeah, can we just drop that parenting book already?) but at least they finally intervened. Let's be honest, she weighs like, 18 pounds, I don't care if she does say no, no, no - tie the bitch down and haul her off to Rehab already.
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