TABLOID WORLD CATASTROPHE: Maybe I'm just extra-callous, but my initial reaction to the plane crash that critically injured Travis Barker and DJ AM -- both of whom are in a burn unit in Georgia -- and killed four others was not "oh, God, that's awful," but rather, "huh, that's random." Barker and AM (nee Adam Goldstein) are mainstays of the celebutard social scene in LA (with occasional forays into NY and Vegas) along with Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, Mischa Barton, the Madden brothers, and La Lohan. Their clique operates like a prime-time soap that has overstayed its welcome, in that everybody in the group eventually dates everybody else of the opposite sex (or, in Lohan's case, no qualifier), nobody ever leaves except in a sweeps stunt (Joe Francis goes to jail; the aforementioned plane crash), and new characters are introduced only infrequently to boost ratings. I didn't watch Meet the Barkers and I don't read OK, US Touch People, but I still feel like I know too much about these guys (gastric bypass, catfights between a lazy-eyed celebutante and a booze-saturated ex-beauty queen) and therefore hope that they have a speedy but publicity-negating recovery.
Post removed, then returned, as news came in about Barker and AM. Current prognosis: full recovery.
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