I’m no stranger to celebrity obsessions. Through the years, I’ve been enamored with the likes of Johnny Depp, Lady Gaga, etc. I find celebs fascinating and I’m obviously not the only one. Celebrity obsession has spawned magazines, TV shows and so much more.
The latest star to capture my attention has come out of left field. I hate to say it, but Courtney Stodden is my homegirl. I would never expect someone so trashy to be so interesting. She’s practically a cocktail of crazy. Not only is she a child bride, oh yeah she’s only 17, but she has an insane momager who recently compared her to the late Anna Nicole Smith.
Courtney is an infinite source of entertainment. Every time she’s on a talk show, her mouth barely forms words as she slurs through an interview. She’s been questioned about drug use, something she vehemently denies, her music career, which consists of her singing on a boat, and her boobs. Her breasts were recently fondled on the Doctor Drew Show. The good doctor had a nurse give her chest an ultrasound and it was confirmed that…SPOILER ALERT…they’re real.
Perhaps the best part of the Stodden Empire is her Twitter feed. Courtney’s tweets are a hot mess. She utilizes alliteration and rhyming that would make R. Kelly seem like the Poet Laureate of Hollywood. Her tweets are practically X-Rated. If you want to know when Courtney steps out of the shower, she’ll tell you in a delightful haiku that will probably include the words, or some variation of, lust, steamy, and sultry.
Courtney just needs to keep doing what she does and I’ll hang on to every mispronounced word. Please Courtney. Keep going outside without makeup, be interviewed by a disgusted Diane Sawyer and keep wearing stripper heels. Maybe I might even download your music, to enjoy ironically of course.