This past week, like many, many weeks before it, entertainment news has offered a lot of cheap and easy fuel for any writer, blogger or person with a social media account. It’s easy to point fingers, mock, insult or make hurtful memes of otherwise successful people when they are down and bleeding for the world to see. We all secretly (or not so secretly) like to in one way or another.  I mean, sometimes these people are rich and powerful for reasons we don’t understand, and then they make such epically terrible decisions that it seems almost like kicking them while they are down is the *right* thing to do. And I am no different.  Trust me, if there’s one thing I have in abundance, it’s opinions on how other people have messed up. But then yesterday, through course of conversation with a friend I was reminded of something. I’ve been broken, too. In many ways and through no fault but my own, I have been broken.  I have made very poor choices. And there have been times those choices have left me in very, very stupid places. In fact, I was reminded that 16 years ago, the *right* choice seemed at the time to rob a local liqueur store of a case of expensive whiskey.  Why?  Because we were already intoxicated in one way or another, and we wanted some. I mean, that’s a totally reasonable, right? Fast forward several hours and a shit storm of poor decisions and my boyfriend at the time is in police custody, along with a few of my friends and I have squelched my anxiety under so much of said whiskey that I am blacked out…