Solitary in More Ways Than One

I'd like to write a few words about the blond woman who is in solitary lock-up, not eating well, questioning her very sanity, and praying for early release--even with mandatory home confinement.

You know, *ME.* har har har

All I'm going to say on the topic of the other "blond" out in Los Angeles is that it's a damn sad day when the popular girl realizes that being popular isn't the same as being loved or cared for. Let me rephrase that. It's a damn sad day for the popular girl. It's a pretty funny day for me.

She's been in and out of jail, laughed at and criticized; and who has come out in support of her? These people:

Where are all her friends? Her "colleagues"? Nowhere to be found because her status is based on nothing, not love, not respect, not affection. People will overlook the fact that you are a talentless ho as long as they can party with you and get in the tabloids (or in sex videos) with you. But when the gravy train stops, no one is lining up to ride out jail time with you. Only people with real friends--and perhaps a knowledge of how to be one--can expect that kind of support when the chips are down. Sooner or later we all learn the hard way that life is not fair. Too bad it took this brainless heiress until the age of 26 to get the life lesson. Or maybe, more accurately, she has just learned that life IS fair.