Rehab as redemption

In today’s Guardian, a brilliant commentary on celebrities who enter rehab after a public meltdown.

“The question remains: how much of an atonement is it when you admit yourself and you’re not even really addicted to anything? What happens when you get to the Priory? Do they still go through your luggage and make you go to the group therapy, or are you allowed to just sit about looking glum? Doesn’t that drive the proper addicts crazy? Is it like AA - do you still have to go round all your family and friends when you get out, apologising for the time you arrived at their wedding/ bar mitzvah [not that] drunk, [really not at all] whacked out on drugs, [no more] unreliable and flaky [than the next man]? And if it is rehab lite, must one go residential? Couldn’t Jade have said sorry with a detox? Couldn’t she just have given up wheat, then put out a press release? “I may be guilty of racism, but I’ve eschewed doughnuts in penitence and, by the by, beaten my bloat!”

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