There are 2 things I love about Sundays:
- It's a day of do-nothing, go-nowhere resting. (Even Jesus said so!)
- A&E always runs a bunch of episodes of Intervention. Now, if you've never seen this show before, you simply must make it part of your late Saturday night and early Sunday morning TiVo-ing schedule.
People get together and trick a [insert hardcore drug here]-addicted family member into agreeing to rehab. It's like Candid Camera... on crack. (Quite literally!) And the stories are just utterly, off-the-wall insane.
Today, 21-year-old former child violinist prodigy, Caylee, is a speedball addict. (A speedball for all you sober-ites is cocaine and heroin, mixed and smoked. Ew!) Caylee's been an addict since 17. When she gets high, she likes to tear large chunks of skin from her body.
Her dad is an alcoholic. Her mom is an anoxeric bulimic who was molested by her grandfather. And to top if off, Caylee is sleeping with a 51-year-old man for money. What a hoe! (Again, quite literally.)
What shocks me, though, is not the destitute depravity of these people's stories... But how, even after hearing about all of the terrible things that they've done to other people, I turn into a bawling, blubbering mess on my couch. Even when every part of my being should, in theory, despise them, I'm pounding my cup of Kahlua-free morning joe and saying: "You go, gurl! Get your crackhead into rehab, and go get straight with your soon-to-be not so bad self!"
I guess that's what my therapist means when he refers to this... compassion for the human condition. Who knew!?
2 comments:
Why do we watch this garbage? My personal recent favorite is Bridezillas so that I can see white trash fat chicks stumble drunkenly around and bitch at everyone in sight all the while crying that noone understands the PRESSURE OF PLANNING A WEDDING. It's awesome stuff.
I could get cable and watch this crap... Or I could just watch the tragedies that are more home movies.
Much more entertaining and much cheaper.
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