So Kanye West recently took advantage of the anniversary of his mother's death to promote his new album and talk about how lonely it is being a megastar and about how he'd really love to have kids soon so that he wouldn't be so lonely, you know, alone with his music and his awesomeness and maybe one or two hos.
Then he decided to take out his loneliness on some stray British paparazzo by swearing at him and smacking him around a bit. Which got him arrested and thrown in jail where, presumably, life was a little less lonely for an hour or two. Then he was released without charge and went straight home and blogged about how it was all self-defense and why doesn't everybody understand how hard it is to be a lonely, hunted mega-celebrity?
Seriously, dude. It's terrible and all about your mom, and I'm sure it's hard to have photographers trailing you and reminding you, constantly, of how epically famous you are, but really: your douchebaggery has a tendency to blot out whatever sympathies you might arouse. Going on all Sean Penn on some pap and then whining about it doesn't help matters. Get over yourself. And maybe hold off on bringing children into your lifeworld until you get around to doing a little growing up yourself.
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