Rosie OâDonnellâs book, Celebrity Detox, comes out this week.Â Hoping to conquer the important and elusive People-Who-Need-Help-Throwing-Up demographic, OâDonnell manages to cram childhood molestation, her bowel peculiarities, her hatred for Donald Trump, and the details of the insemination process of her partner into just 209 pages. Is it possible to come up with a celebrity thatâs even more irritating than Rosie OâDonnell coming out with a book thatâs more conducive to vomiting? Itâs tough, but not impossible, and I just wouldnât be doing my job as a CRACKED blogger if I didnât at least try.
Most rich kids just want to be pop stars.
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.
It's easy to work the system and win these awards even if you don't deserve them.