Interestingly, MacLaine’s simultaneous musings about her “good friend” Stephen Hawking attracted even less attention or admonition:
Did [Hawking] “create” the disease that has crippled him in order to learn to be dependent on caregivers and the kindness of strangers so that he could free his entire mind to the pursuit of knowledge?
“Entire”? Not quite. His “crippled” condition didn’t hamper Hawking’s pursuit of something else: He dumped the woman who’d changed his diapers for 20 years and “ran off” with the wife of the computer engineer who’d helped him speak again. That makes me hope all that “karma” crap is true, although had I been the first Mrs. Hawking, I’d have fast-forwarded the whole plodding cosmic process and simply pulled a Richard Widmark.
(Maybe in his next book about the mysteries of the universe, Hawking can explain how he and the equally implausible Manson continue to pull so many birds. And do they carve the notches into their wheelchair and forehead respectively?)