Saint Waldo's Rant Boxes

Let’s say you’re an LA doctor specializing in addiction therapy. Let’s also say you have been riding that magic intersection of location and career for roughly 20 years, making all kinds of bones telling other people how fucked up they are. Most famously by remote over the phone, mind you. This would of course make the following statement completely ethical and, quite frankly, the standard by which all medical professionals in a celebrity position should asses themselves:

“If she were my daughter, I would pack her car full with illegal substances, send her on her way, call the police, and make sure she was arrested. I would make sure she was not allowed to get out of jail. I would then go to the judge and make sure she was ordered to a minimum of a three year sobriety program.”

That’s the guy who hundreds of confused teens turn to each week to tell them they need to get that rash checked out or that marijuana causes fire-impregnated-cancer-AIDS. I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure the Hippocratic Oath would consider “framing your offspring for felony” squarely in the “doing harm” category. Even speculatively.

And at this point, could your name be anything BUT Dr. Drew Pinsky?