It seems that living lives of being the center of attention really does drive people insane. At the very least, it looks like many of them become addicted to constant attention, and when they can’t get it, they go bugnuts. Gentlemen, behold:

Celebrities Are Coming Unhinged During Quarantine, and I’ve Never Felt More Seen

Fame. It’s a hell of a drug.

I’ve never understood the need some people seem to have to be the center of attention. Not a need I have in great abundance; hell, the whole point behind starting this blog a dozen years ago wasn’t to go “lookit me!” but more “buy my stuff!” and that, along with being a simple way to bitch about things and serve as a crude diary just about covers it. So far as I’m aware I’ve never posted anything that should give a clear idea of what I even look like, because y’all don’t need to know what I look like and I have no burning desire that y’all know what I look like. So  all these overpaid weirdos making fools of themselves because they’re sad that they can’t go out in front of an audience? No sympathies.