… pain and resigned herself to the idea that dying during an interview would be an okay way to go. “ As I stepped offstage,” Clarke wrote, “my publicist looked at me and asked what was wrong. I told her, but she said that a reporter from MTV was waiting for an interview. I figured, if I’m going to go, it might as well be on live television.” Clarke’s pain was dismissed…
At that point, the publicist would have been well served to be struck across the face with a Stilson wrench, and then told she had multiple deadlines, as in Right Fucking NOW. So get the fuck over yourself and Get. To. Work. Loser.
The emotional maturity and compassion of a dead gerbil.