Rosie O’Donnell sure know how to promote her new book! In it, she talks about how she used to break her own bones with a Mets baseball bat, she recalls,
My hands and fingers usually. No one knew. It was a secret. It proof I had some value, enough to be fixed.
There are speculations that Rosie only published the book in hopes of making a more formal statement of what happened to her during this tumultuous year.
She also provides insight on how celebrity and fame affected her life,
As I slipped back into celebrity land, the tasks multiplied a thousandfold, and the letters addressed to me but having nothing to do with the real me — the mother me, the married me, the friend me — the letters addressed to the celebrity me began to pour in again. … I had gone four years living alone and now my mailbox was overflowing and people were telling me I was fantastic, the funniest, the happiest, the brightest. …
How best to explain this? It is a shift that happens in the head and that very few celebrities will ever really speak about. … One begins to believe in the specialness, and a dangerous sense of entitlement takes over. … When celebrity addiction starts, you become impatient with, and even angry at necessary obstacles. You think could run a red light or two. And then you do.
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I liked reading about the “celebrity addiction”, and I believe her. I hope she finds peace.
boo hoo…I’m such the celebrity and can’t handle the demons….kiss off you dumb ass.
And she came back because? She had a nice quiet life in Nyack. Isn’t that what celebs say they really want?
You know what? Who the fuck cares? “Celebrity detox” involves writing a very public book, that is being plugged on every “entertainment news show” (in other words… CELEBRITY gossip shows)? You know, there are these great things called journals, where you can vent about everyone you hate, your boss, your mother, your co-workers and everyone else who isn’t your same-sex wife and children… and when you’re done, you tuck it under your mattress, or somewhere else private, and you carry on with life. How silly of Rosie to accidentally mail her miserable washed up rantings to a book publisher! And then, whoops!, accidentally sign a book deal! Surely, she thought it was one of her kid’s permission slips..
I’m so ready for Rosie detox. Just go away already.