In the day's least-shocking development, singer Amy Winehouse has once again walked out of rehab. This time, Amy reportedly left the Causeway clinic in Essex after a series of intense fights with her husband Blake Fielder-Civil. The couple hasn't broken up though - they left together, then spent the night at a London hotel.
This is the second time in a week that Amy has left rehab. The first time, she claimed she only took a break to pick up a guitar, then went back in. And now she's out again. Obviously, she is non-committal about this whole cleaning-up thing. Crabbie thinks that people like Amy who obviously love the drugging lifestyle should just be left alone to destroy themselves if they so wish. It's not like Amy has any kids she's orphaning, and if anyone's worried about the grief Amy's causing her family, they should just realize that her family is probably the reason for ninety percent of whatever bullshit Amy's trying to escape from.
On the subject of the inner-workings of Amy's twisted mind...consider this little tidbit, which I was turned on to by one of my readers, Trudette (thanks for this hon). Many people have remarked on Amy's odd taste in footwear, which runs to ratty, worn-out ballet shoes:
Lately, we've all been seeing these pictures from Amy's childhood, including this one, which is of particular interest:
Engaging in speculation about the state of someone's psyche is always a bit dangerous, but I think it's safe to say, in light of this shoe-related evidence, that Amy is dealing with some pretty nasty childhood issues. Of course, there's always the possibility that Amy wears the ballet shoes in nostalgic remembrance of her innocent youth - but I personally don't buy that. I think that Amy wears the shoes for the same reason she tattoos and cuts herself - it's a weird act of psychological self-mutilation. She was forced to take ballet lessons by her overbearing mother, and was probably mocked and ridiculed for being clumsy and awkward and frankly not that attractive. But now, rather than try to forget that pain, she purposely picks at the scab by wearing the shoes. The tattoos and cuts and yes, the shoes, are some crazy externalization of all sorts of inner-turmoil and self-hatred. No wonder this bitch is on drugs.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007