OK, so when you think that you’re surrounded with immature, self-absorbed, pampered pinheads concerned primarily with their own needs and self-aggrandizement, just remember: it could always be worse. Yes, you could live in Hollywood. Perhaps it’s something in the water or the smog. Whatever the reason, Tinseltown seems a magnet for the maladjusted, the insecure, and the horrifically spoiled and self-centered. Then again, if you need something to help you feel better about yourself, Hollywood’s spoiled brats will give you something to work with if you wait a few seconds.
The reason I like the Feddy Awards is that the cretins the awards honor actually perform a valuable public service, in that they make me feel SO much better about my own miserably pointless existence. At least I’m not trying to wedge myself into tight leather shorts and prance around on a stage acting as if I can still sing…and I’m not wrapping a Mercedes around a telephone pole while hopped on cocaine and Jack Daniels…if only because I can afford neither the cocaine nor the Mercedes.
