According to this piece in the LA Times, the affliction of Hollywood aspiration now has a clinical term:  “Hollywood NOS,” where “patients suffer from the mistaken assumption that…  showbiz glory will somehow insulate them from emptiness or the mundane hardships of day-to-day life.”

Favorite excerpt:

One psychiatrist, who would only speak anonymously because of his high-profile patients, described a session with a moderately well-known actress whose career was fading as she hit her 40s. The doctor told her that the “magic” part of her work life probably was over and that she would need to adjust. His patient looked out the window onto the flat white stucco building outside and said dully, “You see the way the sun is shining on the building? When I hear what you’re saying and see the flatness there, I want to kill myself. The mundane life, I don’t want any part of it. The work of it. The adversity of it, the lack of fame and specialness. I’d rather be dead.”

Sadly, this piece of reporting isn’t from The Onion. Everyone who lives around here has seen it in person all too many times.

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