A Short Meditation on Charlie Sheen March 12, 2011Posted by Skippy in Observations, Popular Culture.
Tags: things that make you go 'hmm', trainwrecks
I, like many other Americans, was mildly amused when Charlie Sheen first went off the rails a few weeks ago. I assumed that his drunken, drug-abusing, prostitute-patronizing antics were just the peccadilloes of an over-privileged whackaloon in need of a good ass-whupping. When he gave his now-infamous interview and declared that he was living with two “goddesses” and that he was “winning,” I figured that he was just capitalizing on the crazy. Hey, even bad press is better than no press, right?
But then I found his “Sheen’s Korner.”
Fig. 2: No, seriously. SEEK HELP.
Sheen apparently ended his little jaunt into webcasting this week. However, in the four thirty-minute tirades, I went from finding him amusing to experiencing an inchoate horror. To say that “Sheen’s Korner” is like watching a car wreck is quite an understatement. I don’t think I’m alone here, but this guy needs serious professional help. His ravings sound like those of someone who might be a bi-polar schizophrenic.* If Charlie Sheen was just a regular guy, no doubt he’d be in jail by now and under court-mandated psychiatric care; however, because he’s a “star,” we are all bearing witness to public meltdowns, each one more perplexing than the previous one. As we’ve seen with other celebrities who surrounded themselves with a coterie of yes-men and women, the ones who needed help the most rarely got it. I fear that Sheen will join the long list of people who didn’t get the kind of mental health care they needed.
*I am not an actual doctor, and am not at all qualified to diagnose Charlie Sheen’s mental issues.