This morning I was reading a brilliant post by one of my new favorite bloggers, at Death Wore a Feathered Mullet about Poor Lil' Miss Tara Conner, the recently rehabbing Miss USA. I don't think I've read a better analysis anywhere.
It got me to thinking about another recent celebrity naughtiness story, actor Danny Devito.
If you'll remember, Devito appeared on The View, one of my mother's favorite programs, after a night of tippling with George Clooney. Apparently, Danny was still a little lit that morning. He did what any self-respecting tanked guy would do-- he got silly, hammed it up and bashed our idiot President. In otherwords, pretty much what I do when I've had a few.
Usually the routine is to appear in some public forum, hat in hand, acting contrite, asking forgiveness for your trespasses. What did Danny do?
He didn't apologize for it. He didn't check into Betty Ford. He didn't make a weepy public statement. He basically just said "Yeah, probably should have napped a little longer before I went on the show."
This little routine where celebrities fuck up, and then go on their little penitance tour has become tiresome. When did perfection become obligatory for celebrities? Or anyone else, for that matter? If I, and most every human being on this planet were held accountable for every stupid comment they've made, drunk or sober, nobody would meet the standard.
I have a lot of respect for Danny Devito. He's a gifted comic actor. He is, by all accounts, a great guy. He's got an apparently successful marriage, a rarity in Hollywood, or anywhere else for that matter, these days. And by what he said on the television show, I like his politics. He's the kind of guy, in fact, that I'd like to have a drink with. When the scandal rags tried to make a bunch of hay about what he did, he did the right thing-- he ignored them. He is my hero.