Suicide in Hollywood: A Sad Trend of Tragedy

In the wake of legendary comic, Robin Williams’ untimely passing, I found myself wondering about suicide and its relevance in Hollywood. Mulling through dim-witted and enlightening comments alike on pop culture websites the past few days, I have solidified my opinion that depression is a real thing. That may seem like it goes without saying, but there are people in this world who believe it to be a superficial feeling; depression cannot affect the wealthy because money makes happiness. While Robin Williams is the most recent example as to why those people are wrong, Hollywood has long dealt in its share of celebrity suicides.


Kurt Cobain Front man for the band Nirvana. Self-inflicted gunshot wound to head

Marilyn Monroe Actress. Accidental suicide due to overdose of barbiturates

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Don Cornelius Creator & host of Soul Train. Self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head


Alexander McQueen World-renowned fashion designer. Consumed almost lethal levels of cocaine and alcohol, slit his wrists then hanged himself.

Phillip Seymour Hoffman American Actor. Overdose of intravenous cocaine and heroin mixture. Many consider this to have been an accident over suicide


Freddie Prinze Actor & stand-up comedian. Self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head

Dana Plato Actress who played Kimberly on hit television show “Diff’rent Strokes.” Overdosed on painkillers

Brad Delp Lead singer & guitarist of rock band Boston. Carbon monoxide poisoning

Tony Scott Director of “Top Gun.” Jumped from bridge into Los Angeles Harbor, drowned

Chris Benoit WWE Wrestler Superstar. Hanged himself but not before strangling his wife and suffocating his 7-month old to death.

Gia Allemand Bachelor contestant and model. Hanged herself

Jovan Belcher Kansas City Chiefs linebacker. Self-infliced gunshot wound

L’Wren Scott Model, American Fashion Designer, and longtime girlfriend to Rolling Stones’ frontman Mick Jagger. Hanged herself

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Depression is an illness. I lost an uncle to suicide, and unfortunately, so have countless others. If you are depressed, it is OKAY to seek help. It affects no one race, gender, or targets the poor or wealthy alone. Keep an open mind to the struggles of others and refrain from calling those who have left us “cowards” and “selfish.”

Rest in peace to Robin Williams, a true comedic genius. I will always hold a special place in my heart for Jumanji.


sarah On The Go! takes LaLa Land

This is a brief account of my trip to Los Angeles last weekend. Some memories and moments for photos were beyond what I could produce for you guys. I knew I wanted to blog this trip, but I realized after standing under the Hollywood sign, overlooking LA, that pictures wouldn’t give you what you wanted anyway. You know how it goes. Sometimes memories are better left locked down in our minds.

Day one: Meetup at 2:30 a.m., drive to JFK airport in New York City. Next was to absolutely hate the plane ride with a passion because United Airlines is the worst when it comes to seat space, customer service and overall flying a plane (turbulence to the max). Once we landed, it was all about getting the rental, hotel room and plans in order. Night number one included bangin’ Mexican food at Mas Malo in Downtown Los Angeles. We were all a little jetlagged, but of course, lots of responsible drunkness ensued as we found ourselves in the Rainbow Room, a famous bar on Sunset Blvd. next to an equally famous Roxy.

Outside Mas Malo, Downtown LA

The second day we started with a yum, free continental breakfast the Best Western had and headed off to the American Horry Story house. The Emmy-winning FX television show is among my favorite of all time, and the set being on 1120 Westchester Place was only 20 minutes from our hotel. As uber fans, this was the coolest ish we did in a long friggen time. At night we got ready for Nobu, a fabulous (expensive as shit) Japanese restaurant in downtown Los Angeles that cost a bunch, but the creamy spice snow crab was well worth the $40 dollar price tag. Still water cost us $9 bucks… sparkling- $10. As excepted, none of us complained, we wanted to eat right- real, good.

One thing we had on the itinerary was Universal Studios. It only (sarcasm) took us an hour to park before we headed into the park which was totally redone as haunted everything. The main reason for our visit: The Walking Dead! They had a great haunted recreation of the show. We happened to stumble upon a woman who worked at the park and after seeing our confusion (there were so many people and attractions) she handed us a “front of the line pass.” We soon discovered that without it, the wait would have been 2 hours for a 10 minute walk-through. It was fantastic! Any Walking Dead fans out there in Hollywood or Orlando should check it out. We then took a studio tour by tram car where we got to see movie props like plane crashes and the Bates motel and house (Psycho).

Late night we got Carl’s Jr’s burgers, bought a case of beer and had a fantastic dressup party in our hotel room.

We saw the Hollywood Walk of Fame, ate lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe, shopped in Beverly Hills on the famous Rodeo Drive but it just wasn’t us. I can’t go into shops whose pants are more than $50 bucks. I know, I’m cheap. I wanted to hit the coast, so we went over to Venice Beach and that’s where I fell in love with California hardcore. Not only was the weather perfect, but the beach was breathtaking. From down the boardwalk we could see the Santa Monica pier and all the beautiful scenery that sat behind it- the rolling hills. The landscape is so different than where I live, where it’s tree after tree, woods and no mountainous type of terrain that I can see at all. We walked the strip encountering many oddly wonderful people.

I bought alot of art, for myself and others. I even got a little peace sign tattoo. We ate lunch off the boardwalk at Nikki’s and it was perfect. There were no windows, Red Hot Chili Peppers were on some kind of playlist, and the restaurant was filled with young, vibrant adults. I just adore Venice.

Later on that evening we ate at Beso, Eva Longoria’s restaurant. The food was fantastic, as I had a filet, of course medium rare. The service not so much. I’m not too sure if it was because I had told our waiter we were tourists from Connecticut, but we are still good tippers nonetheless. Actually, with a menu where everything is totally and utterly expensive, he should be giving us the best service- he never came back to ask if we needed new drinks, or how our food was- we waited forever for the bill without new cocktails. Bummer.

Here are some more pictures (not really in order), and let me tell you I took about 500 of them, so this is just a slice. I can’t recall my whole vacation on this blog, there are no words for some of the experiences. There are also some moments on the trip when a photo just wouldn’t do. It’s all in my memory.