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The life of a celebrity, I suppose. Lose the first fight of your career and not feeling universally loved anymore? Just act like a shell of a human being in all public appearances. Down in the dumps because the whole world is no longer revolving around you? Just post a super depressing quote on Instagram that makes it sound like you are sitting in the front seat of your car in your garage with the engine running. Boom! No more than a day later you've got yourself a pity invite to appear on one of the longest running, most popular shows in America. Amazing how that works! That's what happened here, right? I refuse to believe that this is a coincidence. Twenty four hours ago she was laying in her bathtub with a toaster in her hand just seconds away from plugging it in. Now she's hosting SNL for no apparent reason? It's not like she's doing her nationwide promotional tour, for a fight that ended up turning into her existential crisis, anymore. What's she got going on now? Oh, that's right. A whole heap helping of depression and sorrow. Congrats Ronda, you couldn't just deal with a little adversity like everyone else in the world, and you sobbed your way onto a national platform. We're all so proud of you. I guess I am glad that this will help back you off the ledge, but I'll stop short of saying that Lorne Michaels deserves a 'Medal of Honor' for compassionately filling some fictitious, attention starved void in the life you so clearly don't appreciate.
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