Seriously, I Can’t Even Cope with Courtney Love
Tuesday, November 18th, 2008Look, you guys, I know there’s been all this drama lately with Courtney Love going insano on her blog and Perez Hilton calling her out on it and then her calling Perez out on shit and somehow now Madonna’s involved and blah blah blah blah blah and you haven’t heard a peep out of me about it and really what it comes down to is this: I have no space in my head right now for Courtney Love. I’m in a pretty stable place. I’m healthy and I’m happy and my world is solid. And I start trying to think about Courtney Love — you know, really think about her, get in her head, try to figure out where she’s coming from, so that I can say something pithy yet insightful that’ll make you guys go “Huh, I never thought of it like that before,” and what happens pretty quickly is that my world starts to get warped again. Even just trying to imagine the set of external and psychological circumstances that have resulted in Courtney Love existing and producing and spewing her silken web of crazy all across the Internet makes me dizzy and agitated and I lose my center. And then I think about poor little Frances Bean having been molded in this mess and it’s all just a little too real for me look in the eye.
So, ya know, E! Online has a nice synopsis, if you really think you need to welcome this level of insanity into your being. But please don’t say I didn’t warn you.







