Dirty

Okay, I admit it. I feel dirty.

I finished the Christopher Ciccone book last night. It was like watching back-to-back episodes of Intervention, only the addict was holding the camera while reading a treatise on co-dependence.

Toward the end of Life with My Sister Madonna, Christopher Ciccone talks about how Madonna repeatedly begged him to go into rehab for his excessive partying -- even offering to pay for it, his therapy, ANYTHING -- while he assures the reader that he always has his cocaine use completely under control.

And by "in control" he means being virtually unemployed for years at a time, while hanging out and doing coke with Donatella Versace, Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell.

Ciccone eventually goes to a treatment centre where he claims they do blood tests and assure him, based on the results, that's he's NEITHER an alcoholic or drug addict. HAS ANYONE EVER HEARD OF ANYTHING THIS RIDICULOUS BEFORE?

This book is a cry for help and now I feel bad for having participated in it.

Here's the thing. If the people in your life are repeatedly telling you they think you have a problem with some substance or other -- a fact which you repeatedly deny -- save yourself a lot of grief and take their word for it.

No matter how controlling you think they are -- or even how controlling they actually are -- they really have your best interests at heart. No one likes to sit around and watch someone they love destroy themselves.