Growing up, my neighborhood had its share of crack addicts and heroin addicts. These were people whose lives were plagued with turmoil and had little hope or access to help. Drugs quelled their dependencies until they could find their next score. I’ve lost family members to drugs and alcohol alike.
Witnessing that lifestyle from such a close vantage point has dulled my sensitivity towards rich people who recreationally abuse those substances. I’ve never met a “functional” heroin addict. If you can say no long enough to prepare for a million dollar acting job, then you aren’t an addict, in my opinion at least.
But let’s say for argument sake that it’s more than that, and these people have actual addiction problems. My attitude is still apathetic, because these celebrities are typically (a) clearly intelligent and (b) wealthy enough to afford a means to get help.
I just don’t feel bad for people who make THOROUGHLY bad decisions and I certainly won’t contribute to the mass responses that subtlety propel them to tragic martyrdom. Impressive accomplishments should stand alone and be remembered/addressed separate from their social acts of stupidity.
But hey, that’s just how I see it.