[May be triggering.]
Remember when Tom Cruise criticized Brooke Shields for taking antidepressants when she was suffering from postpartum depression? Remember how Dr. Cruise M.D., Ph.D. said depression could be cured by taking vitamins? Well, they’ve made up. Shields said:
And through it all, I was so impressed with how heartfelt it was. And I didn’t feel at any time that I had to defend myself, nor did I feel that he was trying to convince me of anything other than the fact that he was deeply sorry. And I accepted it.
One of Dr. Cruise’s spokesmen said:
“It is true that his friendship with Ms. Shields has been mended,” spokesman Arnold Robinson said in a statement. “He has not changed his position about antidepressants, which as evidenced by the black label warnings issued by the FDA on these types of drugs, are unhealthy.
Shields accepts that he’s very sorry, and now they’re friends again. I call bullshit. Shields knows the horror of severe depression. She knows that Cruise is against psychiatry, and proposes vitamins as treatment for major depression. She has to know that countless people suffer terribly from depression, and that most of those people do not have the money she does, so they get substandard, if any, treatment.
Brooke Shields has just served all people with depression one big, stinky shit sandwich. She’s embracing friendship with someone who attacks all psychiatric treatment. Tom Cruise essentially spits in the faces of people suffering from mental illness. But hey, he made her feel special, so they’re friends again. No need for her to take a public stand against his statements. Instead, she talks about how very sorry he was. She conveniently doesn’t address the fact that he stands behind those statements.
I guess the next time I get depressed, I’m going to throw out my lithium, and take some Flintstones vitamins! My favorite Flintstones vitamin was always the car, but there weren’t very many cars in each bottle.
My absolute favorite would be a purple or a yellow car!
I hope I get far enough into the bottle to get a car before I kill myself.