So Ms. Griffin came out to present screenwriters' guild award. Appropriate when you shaved your head and have Andy Dick's face:
Looks aside, I'm still trying to figure out what she's famous for. But more curious why she decided to even come out. This is what fame does to you. You put on your best face and decide that the world will have to choke on you. That's what a lot of "entertainers" do. Whether you like it or not...they will be in your face. The easy thing is...turn the channel. They aren't going to be famous long if no one knows about them. And, of course, Griffin understands...bad press is, at least, press. I've never been as infamous as her, but I can't imagine wanting to constantly invite that into your life. That seems to be the psychosis of celebrity. Constantly holding the public in contempt whilst wanting them to like you. And empty hole that is never filled.
I'm sure she believed maybe a smidgeon of people come to her Trump-hatin' defense. But it seems, they didn't even have the stomach to televise the award. Which is always sickening to me since writers are the backbone of storytelling. Duh!
I don't think Griffin has a second life in entertainment (since she's not very entertaining). But she is brave for coming out looking like Susan Powter. Remember her? No? Aw, fuck.
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