Case in point: Dennis Rodman.
Every Sunday evening, the human pet and I gather on the couch to watch Celebrity Apprentice on NBC. Most times, it's a pleasant experience. She and I get to bond by discussing who we think will win, who is not pulling his or her weight, and who needs to be fired. This particular Sunday evening, though, we both sat in awe as we watched Mr. Rodman drink his way into a state of utter chaos.
The task was for teams to oversee certain rooms in the Loews Regency Hotel in New York City. Mr. Rodman was the project manager for the men. It seemed at first that he had a solid handle on their affairs. Hell, he even sounded intelligent at times.
Six Seven Eight (Who knows really? That's all we were shown.) vodka and cranberries later, though, not so much.
I would like to think that this showed that alcohol can affect anyone, regardless of fame and fortune. I know better though: It proved nothing simply because of the social stereotype people have of Mr. Rodman. He's a homo sapien renowned for his wild ways, bad boy behavior, and all out antisocial antics. He's built a successful reputation that has stock in his negativity.
Considering how much drama he brought to the show, might I recommend a stint or two at the local community theatre? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to accommodate Mr. Rodman. They're always looking for new and exciting talent.