Amy Winehouse is a talented young woman, as you can see. I learned about her from PW's editor, Tim Whitaker. This song of hers is torturing me. I can't stop singing it. Jewtastic.com salutes Winehouse for scoring big at the Brit Awards (along with countryman/fellow Jew Sacha Baron Cohen). And I do, too. Good for you, bubela! (The English singer started her career in a group she characterized as a "white, Jewish Salt ’n’ Pepa." Sweet.)

But Winehouse has serious issues, and I'm not sure she's addressing them. She was diagnosed with manic-depression, but won't take meds. And despite being a problem drinker and despite the insane behavior her drinking causes her to indulge in, she won't ... well ... go to rehab. She's trying to manage her alcoholism on her own, she says, because she doesn't believe in getting help.

In October she punched a fan and then apologized for being a nasty drunk. Just a few days ago, after bailing on a concert because she was drunk and ran off the stage to vomit (and then didn't come back), Winehouse said she was undergoing her own personal detox. Unfortunately, she's chosen Kelly Osbourne as her protector, which seems an odd choice.

Additionally, she's struggled with anorexia and bulimia, as you can see from the photo after the jump.

Here's what I have to say to Amy: Girl, you drink too much and you love getting tattoos. That would be enough to get you excommunicated by our stricter rabbinic bretheren. But refusing to see a shrink? You might as well eat a pig on a spit with an apple in its mouth! Hand in that mezuzah!

(And seriously, get some help. There's no shame in it. Just ask a blogger!)