I have never commented on this person before since I considered it a waste of space, but when such a comeuppance happens that event merits commentary epsecially when the person in question has so few redeeming qualities to evoke sympathy.
The woman who was the definition of walking talking narcissistic waste is now facing something akin to pauper hood as her grandfather has cut her out of $60 million in inheritance because of her selfish destructive antics.
But fear not dear readers, she still can redeem herself at least on a personal level. Our erstwhile waif-in-waiting has landed a gig to sing in a science-fiction musical dealing with organ transplants and a doomed human race. No word on the betting pool of when the woman in question will get selected as a live organ donor in this movie since it is still in production. This road to respectability has been travelled before by a woman wearing a scarlet letter around her neck, though Traci Lords did not fall from rarified heights to redeem herself as this woman apparently shall.
Can you guess whom I am talking about?