Ever since reports were released last month that Bobbi Kristina, daughter of Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown, had been rushed to the hospital after a suspected drug overdose, the “updates” have been unceasing. Everyday there seems to be a new angle to this “story.” Some new information is “discovered” or some family member speaks out. But this ludicrous media circus really just has me wondering: why we can’t leave Bobbi Kristina alone?

Speculation erupts daily on Bobbi Kristina’s condition. One minute, she is doing better. The next, she is facing certain death. An investigation of her husband adopted brother lover significant other remains open from suspicion of foul play. Now, there’s news he got a tattoo in her honor. And updates from “anonymous sources” keep us abreast of the alleged state of her family members.  It is almost mind numbing, not to mention eerily creepy, that we have been obsessing over this young woman for weeks now.

Why do we care so much? Why are we so invested in every development in the life of a person we don’t even know personally? What real, tangible difference does this make for us? Really?

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