So she feels guilty? For what???? Giving her soul to Satan for fame and money???
Ahhhh....to have enough money, fame, and doters so as to walk through life without ever having to listen to one’s own consciousness and thoughts and to fill life with all the frivolity and empty patter as to never look at life for what it is.
Striding through the sun-kissed streets of Hollywood where it never rains, where botox is the answer to aging, and where the nanny rushes to your aid when the little accessory in your stroller starts to become a nuisance.
Guilt? What guilt? Everyone loves you, wants to go out on Friday night. To the gay club. Perhaps do some blow.
Then you go join Amnesty International or do some charity event for some children’s disease to make you feel better and to give you something to talk about on Oprah, to show how much you care, how much value you have. You know, your Thursday morning fundraiser where you wear a pretty dress and get your picture taken by all your adoring fans who smile and laugh with you when you say nothing at all, having known nothing about you, and knowing even less once you’ve left their presence, but loving you more all the same.
It takes talent, Hollywood, you know.