And no, I'm not referring to Paul Ryan's RNC speech last night (a little ba-dum-ching! for my conservative friends).
---I'm talking about this little gem from People Magazine:
LeAnn Rimes Enters Treatment for Anxiety and Stress!
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First of all, I know what you're thinking.
STOP JUDGING. Just stop.
I mean, we all have moments of weakness, and, well, I'd rather peruse the failings of the rich and celebrity than browse through the lastest political ramblings while enjoying my coffee. There, I said it.
I'm sure most women in the 'celebrity biz' suffer from some sort of body dysmorphia or compulsion or addiction (*cough, Lindsay Lohan, cough*), and that's nothing to joke about, and serious treatment should be considered. But according to People, "her rep confirms she is not seeking treatment for an eating disorder or substance abuse."
Then what IS she going into treatment for?
Well, she turned 30.
You can't make this stuff up, folks!
The day after her 30th birthday and a ridiculously extravagant party (see below), this horrible pesky disease most of us know as 'reality' came crashing down on poor LeAnn.
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She shares, "This is just a time for me to emotionally check out for a second and take care of myself and come back in 30 days as the best 30-year-old woman I can be."
I've heard of the big 3-0 meltdowns, but seriously? How tough can life be for LeAnn Rimes?? I mean, the woman spent the last year being photographed like this:
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And now she gets to jet off to Me-Monster Camp "to learn and develop coping mechanisms." Coping mechanisms for what?!? There are people who have been out of work for YEARS, homes in the Gulf Coast destroyed by Hurricane Isaac, and countless American soldiers coming home from war with no real mental healthcare or integration services available to them. Most of us float along, some of us struggle in life, but we all try to grin and bear it because LIFE IS NOT A BEACH. Well, maybe it is if you're LeAnn Rimes.
Why all this vitriol? Maybe I'm just jealous.
I mean, who WOULDN'T want to take a month out of life just to focus on me, myself and I? Thirty days of unadulterated ME time! No pets or kids to care for, no relationship to work on, just put the bills and your job on hold....just think of all the housework you could avoid!
I'm sure if I had "voluntarily entered a 30 day in-patient treatment facility to cope with anxiety and stress," my husband would appreciate not having to field those pesky biweekly tearful meltdowns if I developed better 'coping mechanisms.' And I know I would love to give up grinding my teeth at night and carrying tension in my shoulders ala Atlas if I had professionals guiding me on stress management.
Well, I'll take the high road and wish LeAnn a speedy 'recovery.' I hope her handlers give her a regular regimen of placebos and a healthy dose of Perspective.
(fast forward to 2:45 for Peter O'Toole perfection)