I’m not sure you’re aware of this — but there’s this actor named Charlie Sheen, and he’s having an itsy-bitsy meltdown, and it’s getting just a smidgen of press coverage. Before last week, I hadn’t mentioned the name “Charlie Sheen” in years. He was a part of the Hot Shots film franchise when I was a child, so I’ve laughed at him before.
I didn’t know much about his apparently terribly lucrative CBS sitcom, Two and a Half Men. But the more Sheen goes on his batsh**-crazy offensive, the more I’m forced to acknowledge his presence. Day in and day out, Sheen continues to up the ante on the ridiculous, saying things that normal human beings don’t say on national television.
But I don’t particularly like him.
Upon waking this morning, I received a few tweets and Facebook messages saying I was quoted on The Root in an article called, “Why Black Folks Love Charlie Sheen.“
I was thrown a bit because I don’t feel that way at all. I don’t love him; the guy is simply comedy gold. I named an episode of my podcast “Bi-Winning” because I thought his statement on possibly being bipolar was so spectacularly ridiculous and clueless that I couldn’t not acknowledge it.
And sure — I know some black folks who have found his commentary incredibly amusing, but I know way more who find his behavior unacceptable. They reserve a special place of annoyance in their hearts for guys like him, because we all know a black guy couldn’t get away with this. Kanye West interrupted somebody and was immediately on the pariah list. Sheen brags about his drug use and is reportedly violent, yet he’s currently the darling of network news.