How many wines does it take for one little yogi to roll her car?

Today I’m throwing it back. Throwing it back to last year, when I got into an argument with a celebrity on Instagram. After the backlash – but also just as many positive, supporting comments – about my binge drinking posts on this blog, I feel spurred on to continue to voice my opinion on things I don’t think are right. I’m not the type to just let these things slide by, as I have principles, and this is how I got into the argument in the first place.

Mid last year many of you may have heard of a certain female active wear ‘guru’ who rolled her car in a classy Sydney suburb after drinking a few too many wines one afternoon in North Bondi. Maybe you didn’t hear about it, but if you lived in Sydney, as I did at the time, you definitely would’ve. The media were all over it like a rash. And rightly so.

Anyway, said celebrity rolled her fancy schmancy Range Rover and damaged several other cars. Thankfully, nobody was hurt. Later, due to I am sure, her well known name (and former – heavy weight – married name), her status within Sydney society, plus the ease with which she could afford to pay an excellent mouthpiece known for getting celebrities ‘out’ of situations like this in court, she was let off with barely a slap on the wrist. This was despite previous driving offences, and despite the fact just a couple of courts away in western Sydney, a man was in for the same offence and got a far harsher penalty than Miss Yoga Pants.

Sometime later she posted a picture on her Instagram account which depicted a hand holding a pair of scissors, cutting off the ‘t from the word can’t. Pretty disappointed at the light sentence she had been given, and not willing to sit back and watch herself and many other celebrities get off so easily as if they are more ‘special’ than the rest of us, I could not help but write a comment on her picture that went something along the lines of ‘I can….drink and drive and get away with it.’ (who am I kidding, those were the exact words. I won’t forget how satisfying it felt to write them and hope she would read them and feel a little remorse).

Well watch out. What happened next was much more than I had expected. Many of Miss Yoga Pants hippie dippie yoga loving chia seed inhaling devoted followers commented, making up excuses for their guru and her actions, insisting it was ‘okay that we all make mistakes’ and continuously stating how much they still loved and adored her. Plenty of people jumped on my band wagon also, standing at my back supporting my stance on how seriously she had not taken what she had done.

Miss Yoga Pants herself, known to be media shy, people shy, everything shy (yet she is a former swimsuit model…go figure), even hopped on and began making excuses for herself in reply to my comment. Miss Yoga Pants stated she had only had a few wines that afternoon and had eaten. She stated her previous run ins with unpaid parking fines and never receiving her traffic infringements in the post were all someone else’s fault, and that she hoped I would forgive myself and live with peace and harmony.

Vomit. Get a grip.

Miss Yoga Pants herself is a whisp thin person, whom I can pretty confidently say four wines would knock around pretty solidly. She definitely didn’t eat enough to balance what she drank (but she made sure to remind me she’d followed the ‘government legislation of one drink an hour’ but then went on to admit she hadn’t thought far enough to realise this recommendation varies according to a person’s weight). She insisted it was near on impossible to live in Sydney and never get parking fines (well dang, how did I possibly live there for two years and never get a single one?! I must be soooo lucky!). She insisted old unpaid fines were a result of mail getting stolen from her box for ten years (never heard of a lock love? Or god forbid a secure PO Box that will only cost you $200 a year? Pretty sure you could afford it).

I played on for quite a while. Maybe you, dear readers, haven’t noticed yet, but if you do dumb shit, I’m going to call you out on it. That’s what you deserve if you’re going to do dumb shit. And that’s what I felt needed to be done on this Instagram post. Her and her devoted yogis were insisting it was all right that she could’ve killed someone. That it was all right that she’d been able to get away with next to no punishment, making her believe she could go on and do it again and again, just because the law had made an exception for her because she is ‘famous’ and can afford a really good lawyer.

Well I sure have a problem with that. Who cares to place a bet that she didn’t personally apologise to those whose cars she damaged when she rolled her shiny 4WD? She barely showed up to court, putting on her wounded bambi look for the media pack when she did eventually show up (late), and insisting she had been victimized and hassled for years just because she used to be married to one of Australia’s richest men.

Cry me a river. She had had her licence suspended six times in seven years! All the problems she pumped out into her Instagram comments and to the media were easily resolvable but which she thought she was above because of her celebrity. Blaming her assistants, recommended alcohol intake levels for her weight and height, blaming everything and everyone but herself for her inexcusable actions.

As if I wasn’t going to call her out on that. I am truly sick of seeing football clubs covering up the dumb shit actions of its players, Cronulla’s favourite bogan bikini model continually get her licence suspended yet still driving around like she is someone special, actors to boxers to NFL stars being perpetrators of domestic violence yet still showered in money and fame, all the while their despicable acts behind closed doors going blissfully ignored.

What made Miss Yoga Pants think that she was any more special than anyone else? What made her think it was okay to do what she did? What made her think one tiny lamb chop would counteract a whole afternoon of drinking when she probably weighs barely 50kg? Why was she making excuses for such an inexcusable thing she did?

I really would’ve liked to see what the devoted yogis had to say about their guru had she actually killed someone – a very, very real possibility, and one she is very lucky to have escaped. Would they still have been singing her praises then? I bloody hope not.

Miss Yoga Pants has been in the news a lot this past year, and not just for the Range Rover rolling incident. My little stoush with her garnered a write up on ninemsn and the Daily Mail, of which I was not expecting, but which I was glad for, as I think it highlighted just how much of a dumb shit she’d been, and she deserves to have her wrists slapped so much more than what they have so far been. I wish nothing but negative publicity on someone who’s going to do stupid things like put innocent lives at risk.

You can see readers, why I dislike drinking more and more with every passing day. The examples as to why drinking stupidly just keep getting thrown at me, day after day.

What a shockingly bad decision she made with the fuel of those wines. Of course, you cannot blame the alcohol all the time – many people can drink and be mature and intelligent enough to make the decision not to drive, no matter how drunk they may or may not be. But Miss Yoga Pants made a poor decision, and while we all do indeed make poor decisions from time to time, we all also should own up to them, apologise, rectify the situation as best we can and take proper responsibility for our actions - not blame the rest of the world for our stupid acts. Alcohol is a part of too many road accidents and fatalities.

If you make a dumb shit decision, as I stated above, there will always be someone there to call you out on it. Because you deserve to be called out on it.

I’m sure many think I sound like the fun police here, and maybe that’s what I am. But imagine if it was your car she banged up? Imagine if it was your sister or brother that she hit with her car? Wouldn’t you be calling her out on it then too?

 What were you thinking Miss Yoga Pants?

Seriously, what were you thinking?

Jorgs

Note: for the detectives out there who might go hunting on Instagram for this argument, you won't find it - as Instagram deleted my comments after I was threatened one too many times by the hippie dippies.