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Lessons from Celebrity Rehab: Season 1, Episode 2

A semi-regular look at the heartache and pain of self-serious celebrities. Is there anything more annoying than a Baldwin in rehab?

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You know, it occurs to me as I watch this ex-American Idol freak out on her first day of clean (reality TV) livin’ that I need a new land line. Something like the one above. Where do you even find a rotary dial phone anymore?

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Lessons from Celebrity Rehab: Season 1, Episode 1

A semi-regular look at the heartache and pain of self-serious celebrities. Is there anything more annoying than a Baldwin in rehab?

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First of all, I know that I am coming to this series late… I tend to take all of my TV shows from the iTunes store, and only after the entire season has aired.

Now, it’s painfully obvious (or will become so as you watch the series, on the off chance that you’ve never spent time with serious drug assholes) that people in the throws of their addiction are some of the most miserable, and some of the most painfully stupid, you will ever find. Dr. Drew, however, is a board certified “addictionologist,” and seems in no way impaired — yet he chooses to surround himself with these people on a daily basis!

God bless you, Dr. Drew — you’re the Mother Theresa of the C-list.

Filed under: Pittsburgh Dog News, society and culture, television

Thirty Days: alcoholic mother/daughter dramedy for one of those “schadenfreude” Sunday afternoons

I just caught “Thirty Days,” Morgan (Super Size Me!) Spurlock’s FX network series, in which he immerses himself in unusual situations (living in jail, working in a coal mine, etc.) for (duh!) thirty days at a time. I don’t recommend the series at all — it’s rather superficial stuff — except for the episode called “Binge Drinking,” an exceptional study of American Absurdity. For one month, Spurlock and the gang followed a bleach blond soccer mom through the local watering holes as she sought to teach her binge drinking teenager daughter a lesson about the importance of sobriety… by binge drinking herself. On television. For thirty fucking days. Did she really think that transforming herself into a cougar whore was going to make her daughter “see the light?”

Catch the show on Hulu.com: here.

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Lenny Flatley is not a Wiccan, a Scientologist or a registered Democrat. He will never finish his long promised account of the six months he spent on the Womens PGA Tour (for liability reasons). He is currently listening to the song "Words" by Doves. If you must contact him, he prefers that you do it on myspace.

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An Interpretation of Timothy Leary
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