Charlie Sheen and the Ladies

Well the massive Japanese earthquake and tsunami finally edged Charlie Sheen off his daily reality show—for now.   Yes, in some sick way I’m going to miss him, tuning in to see him making his case to the world, wondering if he’s going to go off and make a fool of himself again.

But whether he’s winning with Tiger’s milk and that easy lopsided grin, no one should forget what he’s done in the past.  Or as Anna Holmes noted in The New York Times, “His abuse of women is barely broached.”

It's an incredible history.  Looking back, it’s almost nonstop.



kelly preston and sheen

 Engaged to Kelly Preston in 1990, Sheen accidentally shot her in the arm. She broke the engagement.  Good thinking, girl.  

In ’95, the actor admitted dropping over $50,000 on call girls working for Heidi Fleiss, and in the same year, after he married Donna Peele, he was sued by a UCLA student for striking her after she refused to have sex.  The case was settled out of court.

In 1997, Brittany Ashland accused him for allegedly smashing her face on the kitchen floor. (see photo)


Brittany Ashland

                                                          
Denise Richards and Brooke Mueller, his second and third wives also accused him of threatening to kill them, and just recently a sex film actress locked herself in a hotel bathroom while Charlie rampaged throughout the room.

Sounds like a great guy, doesn’t he?

Over the weekend Alec Baldwin offered Sheen some sound advice about his career.

“You can’t win. You can’t. Take a nap. Get a shower. Call Chuck [Lorre, the show producer]. Go on Letterman and make an apology.  Write a huge check to B’nai Brith.   And then beg for your job back.  Your fans demand it.”

But how about all the women Charlie? Your “goddesses” might be over the age of eighteen but people who wake up each day and wonder what they are going to do until evening are either slaves, children, or utter fools.

The fact that you don’t find anything wrong with your previous treatment of women is scary. You need help, my boy.  Lots of it.  Of course, those who require it most, send everyone else to the psychiatrist's couch first.

Instead, I hear you’re taking your show on the road and strutting on stage for the ladies.  Yeah, you’re good in front of an audience.  You’re only out of control with two in the room.


p.s.  My heart goes out to the people of Japan and I hope if you can give a little, you will.