Staff ReportsIt seems the latest pastime for some in Hollywood is self-exile, accompanied by an uncanny transformation into shadowy figures—at least if you observe the amusingly subjective commentary from our liberal friends. The root of this metamorphosis, some suggest, is Trump Derangement Syndrome, a supposed ailment that turns even the brightest celebrities into, well, gloomy doppelgangers of their former selves. It’s a curious phenomenon, and not without its humorous angles.
Among those spotlighted is Rosie O’Donnell, another Hollywood figure often entangled in overt political display, who has leaped across the pond to the verdant lands of Ireland. Quite the picturesque retreat, indeed. But fear not; she hasn’t faded quietly into a serene, emerald sunset. No, no, she appears quite vocal, making sure her thoughts are loudly broadcast about the alleged injustices back home. It’s a bit puzzling that someone so apprehensive about the political scene stateside would choose only the coziest, most comfortable, and dare we say whitest of havens to escape to. Though it seems she’s found Ireland to be her ideal refuge for some much-needed downtime.
While Rosie flaunts a notably slimmed-down figure, resulting from a certain trendy medication perhaps, she remains critical of systemic issues she believes are starving Americans. It begs the question: Why express hunger concerns while showcasing personal luxury escapes? Her life of relative affluence, with plush penthouses (complete with modest spiral staircases, mind you), does seem to starkly contrast the narrative of deprivation she paints.
This whole episode paints a vivid, sometimes absurd picture of how some celebrities have engaged with political swings in a way that’s both heavy on the dramatics and light on consistency. If moving overseas or morphing into lesser versions of their vibrant selves is the answer to their distaste with The Donald, so be it. But as they bemoan systemic failures from a distance, one can’t help but chuckle at the distance between their declarations and realities—a gap as wide as the Atlantic for some fleeing to a different, if not better, solace.
