An Open Letter To Marilyn Manson
Hi. How are you? Well, clearly you’re very angry. I’m not sure what possessed you to write “F**k You” on your face in eyeliner and flaunt it at LAX this past weekend. Well, right back at you. You seem to find it funny and so does your your girlfriend, Lindsay Usich. I think I have a pretty good sense of humor and I’m not laughing. Not funny. Just lame.
I don’t get what you’re so pissed about. That people judge you harshly for being different? Join the club. Such is the human experience. Are you mad that paps are taking your picture? Get over it. That’s part of being famous. You get large ass paychecks for making your music, which I don’t care for, but plenty of others do. That is a privilege in life, to get paid for your artistry. And the drawback is having your picture taken when you’re in public. That’s how it goes. And while paps and the haters may be an annoyance to you, it’s a small price to pay to be able to exercise creative freedom for a living.
I’m sorry, I just don’t feel bad for you. Show some gratitude. In my estimation you are incredibly lucky. To be able to manage such a successful career and always have a hot woman on your arm despite your crappy attitude and excessive effort to make yourself unattractive? That’s the dream, buddy. And you’re living it. So wipe your goddamn face off and stop trying to be subversive. We get it. You’ve got a lot of anger inside of you. Go to therapy and talk about it like the rest of us. Or go make an album we like. Or go make that baby you’ve been talking about. Whatever. Just stop carping and get over yourself. Because we’re over you.
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