Bipolar Made Me Do It: Burn My Husband's Clothes and Destroy a Hotel Room
Thanks to TTWS reader Steve for alerting me to Mary Weiland's self-justification. Mary is the wife of Velvet Revolver's lead singer, Scott Weiland. Scott has been busted for possession, DUI and other criminal offenses, and like any good rock star, has been in rehab several times. (In Pennsylvania, he would've been given life without parole the first time around.)
Rolling Stone's Rock & Roll Daily blog seems to be skeptical of the Bipolar Made Me Do It rationale. They write: “'It’s okay, I’m just crazy'” seems to be the gist of Mary Weiland’s excuse for destroying a Burbank hotel room and lighting her husband’s clothes on fire."
As for that hotel brawl, Scott writes on VR's website: "My wife locked herself in the adjoining room when that damage was done. I want to make it clear that I called security when I heard the glass being broken from next door. Security was unable to enter until she let them in. I sent my children off to a safe place with my assistant (who witnessed all of the events of the evening, until my wife locked herself in the room), and I left the hotel in order to avoid conflict with my wife."
Those poor kids.
Weiland's Wife: Faulty Meds Led to Meltdown
[This image came from an MSNBC sotry about the troubled couple.]
Comments
Personally, I only light my husband's duds on fire when I'm really good and pissed at him.
Posted by: Sherry | April 17, 2007 02:10 PM
Our culture pathologizes everything, from behavior to clothing styles, so now, instead of heading to a priest for absolution, we pay tithes to professionals to promise that we are on the road to recovery. When Congressman Foley got busted for sexing up the pages, he claimed prior sex abuse by a priest, and substance abuse, led to his moral depravity. When Mayor Gavin Newsom of SF was caught paying hush money to his girlfriend's husband to ease his departure from Newsom's office, he went off to Delancey Street to get help with his booze (not coke, not coke!) problem. Rush Limbaugh, of course, actually went deaf from eating Vicodin so earnestly, but in his line of business, that's an advantage, not a handicap. We could go on, but why bother? Every since "going to Betty Ford" became the standard line for the cleanup squad that every celebrity deploys in the wake of scandal, we've been doomed. The only guilty person is the one who can't bribe a doctor to say she's sick.
Posted by: charles carreon | August 4, 2007 09:44 PM