Wednesday, June 8, 2016

I'd rather that nobody hassle Ryan Phillippe about me, for any reason.

June 9, 2016


He can't really do anything to me, which he probably realizes.  Reese Witherspoon probably could cause me some problems, but she doesn't seem to be making that a priority.

It's a sad story.  He got married to someone whose intelligence and integrity prevented him from wanting to be in movies which denied the reality of women and portrayed them as all of the stereotypes that the entertainment industry forces on people year after year. His inability to treat women like moronic puppets "ruined" his career, which he probably resented and seems to have dealt with by deciding to be awful, but he had something real for those years when he was married to her.  I think their industry changed both of them for the worse; it seems to do that to almost everyone.

He happened to start interacting with me during one of the worst of the past several years.  Maybe he and all of the other people who were interacting with me then didn't know how devastated I was and how hard it was to get through every day.  What the conglomerate is doing to me is horrible; what has happened to me will always be horrible.  Like any other horrible thing that you never thought could happen to anyone, if you live through it, you never like it, but it doesn't incapacitate you every day after a while.  

I'm not going to spend time dealing with a conglomerate frenzy about my writing this page.  I can't regret not dating any of the celebrities whom I haven't dated; I can regret some of the things that I said that were unnecessarily cruel.  I know I said them while under duress, but people remember, and to insult someone who has struggled for years in an industry that only rewards success to those who are already successful is not like insulting those who have never failed in that industry.



Copyright L. Kochman, June 9, 2016 @ 1:55 a.m.