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The Great and Powerful Mr. Cruise Has Left the Building (in a Shambles)

Okay. I'm sorry. I wasn't going to write about Tom Cruise anymore. But he's gone and done something so ignorant and irresponsible that I can't tolerate it. I can't just sit here and pretend he isn't so passionately full of himself that he believes he has all the answers to all of life's big questions even though he's just a tiny little man with a tiny little brain. Maybe you heard about his spar with Matt Lauer on the Today show. And maybe what you thought about went something like, "oh, there's Tom going nuts again on TV." That seems to be about the end of it for most people. Tom going nuts on TV. And no consequences. No real problem. No difficulty with that. He's a flake. Big deal. Lots of superstars are flakes. At least he's not molesting little boys. And, no, he's not. But what he's doing may be just as dangerous--if not more so. Let's pretend for a minute that you like Tom Cruise. No wait. Let's pretend you idolize him. You think he's all that. So you see he's going to be on Letterman... on the Today Show... wherever. You tune in. You watch. You see him telling Matt Lauer that he shouldn't be advocating for Ritalin. You see him telling this soft-ball interviewer (who obviously is not very tallented when it comes to thinking on his feet) that he doesn't know enough about psychiatry to be talking about it... and Mr. Cruise knows all. Mr. Cruise says all you must do is kill the wicked witch and he will send you home to Kansas so you can be happy again. Happy happy happy. Run along now, Mr. Lauer. You start nodding. Of course. You're a little insecure, maybe. You have your own problems, but you're dealing with them... you think. You don't really like the meds you've been taking. Tom's right. Ritalin, Paxil, Prozac, whatever. (All the same, right?) You hate all those things. First thing's first, though. Ritalin and Adderall are not antidepressants, which is what Matt was talking about. Matt, however, doesn't mention this. He gets sidetracked into the "drugging your kids" hole. (Tom is so pretty, isn't he? Look at those teeth! They look so straight now.) Oh. See? Matt, he doesn't know anything about psychiatry, but your boy knows everything. (So very pretty.) He's trapped Mr. Matt. Mr. Matt is advocating ritalin for little kids. Mr. Matt is a bad man. Tom is right. Tom is good. You love Tom. You aren't going to take your Paxil anymore. Your anti-anxiety drugs are going in the toilet just as soon as they cut to a commercial. Your antidepressents you'll feed to the dog. Your Dexedrine? Heck, you can sell that to the kid on the corner and get yourself a latte instead. And then, in a week, in two weeks, in ten... when you hit bottom... when you write the suicide note... when you call the hotline or you don't call the hotline... when you're screaming at your kids to leave you the hell alone so you can think... when you consider the drastic thing you said you would never do, and you consider it again and again all day long because you can't get it out of your head... then you can write your thank you letter to the man behind the curtain. The great and powerful Oz. He's going to give you a medal and tell you that you have Courage. But that's celluloid, friends. Please don't listen to this charlatan. He's not finding fault with Mr. Lauer's rhetoric. He's advocating that people stop taking their medication, and this is far more dangerous than Matt Lauer saying he knows some people who've been helped by medication. Before you tamper with your meds, consult your doc. And write to Tom (he's going to be on the Today Show again on Monday, oh boy), telling him how dangerous his comments are. He likely won't listen to you, but if you send them in care of his agent, maybe his agent can convince him to shut the hell up before somebody does just exactly what I've outlined here and their family decides to sue him for every penny he has (and that's a lot). If Tom will shut up, then it will have been worth it:

Tom Cruise c/o Rick Nicita Creative Artists Agency 9830 Wilshire Blvd., Beverly Hills, CA, 90212-1825, USA

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