I would have sworn I posted once about the soul-sucking vacuousness that was the Anna Nicole Show trainwreck. I distinctly remember predicting her demise, but I was wrong: I said she'd be dead with 2 years, and that was 2002. Pi-tee-ful.
You know, I occasionally have very rich kids come in and rent apartments, and I have to say that some of (not ALL) the trust fund kids have been the worst, flakiest and most irresponsible tenants I've seen. Apparently, staggering wealth destroys as many people as it helps, and I'd say moreso in the case of fame. Better off out of that mess - life is complicated enough without having a supermarket rag reporting the Preparation H boxes they found in your trash bin. Then there's the matter of the blood-sucking hangers-on. Leeches.
Anyway, back when it started, I watched an episode of that show, and I simply couldn't bear it - it was too pitiful and disturbing. It seemed obvious to me that the producers must have fed her a steady diet of stupefying drugs and booze, strung out as she was.
They must feel very proud of their work, now.