OK, does the Huffington Post not have editors anymore? Jamie Lee Curtis’s piece this week about pain-killer addiction, Michael Jackson, and child stardom is a rambling, run-on mess. There are, however, many lovely gems I’d like to address. The first: Jamie Lee talks about her own addiction to pain killers:
I too found painkillers after a routine cosmetic surgical procedure and I too became addicted, the morphine becomes the warm bath from which to escape painful reality. I was a lucky one. I was able to see that the pain had started long ago and far away and that the finding the narcotic was merely a matter of time. The pain needed numbing. My recovery from drug addiction is the single greatest accomplishment of my life… but it takes work — hard, painful work — but the help is there, in every town and career, drug/drink freed members of society, from every single walk and talk of life to help and guide.
This is a wonderful and valid message, even if Jamie can’t seem to decide whether she prefers dashes or ellipses. I applaud her courage in speaking out about this and in showing compassion toward her fellow addicts. But I thought Jamie Lee Curtis was all anti-cosmetic surgery? What kind of “routine” cosmetic surgery procedure requires pain killers? I mean, they don’t hand that shit out after Botox, or half the 17-year-olds in this country would be complaining about their wrinkles. So, like, how “routinely” do you get lipo, Jamie?
And then there’s this pearl, regarding Jackson and his addiction:
Few children, put into the intense focus of their precious youth being marketed for other’s [sic] pleasure, come out unscathed and with any sense of mental balance. I won’t name names but we all know who they are as they have navigated their fame and falls on the covers of magazines and at the top of news hours. Rarely are the parents really held accountable for the fragile, destroyed youths as many of the young people get the F*&^% away as fast as their agents and lawyers get them… but the imprint is there, it cannot be undone without a painful process of self discovery and as we know… pain needs to be killed… not tolerated and examined.
Cough … Lindsay Lohan … cough. (Remember, they co-starred in Freaky Friday.)
Truly, though, that has to be one of the worst-written paragraphs ever published by he Huffington Post. Why all the ellipses? It’s disjointed and sloppy and poorly punctuated. I’m not even blaming Jamie here. Where are your copy editors, Huffington? Did you lay them all off? Think no one would notice? Think again.