Psychiatrist Got Strangled; Needed his Head Examined

"The heart wants what it wants," Woody Allen once said. He was explaining why an intellectual such as himself, with a bevy of beautiful and famous bed partners from Diane Keaton to Mia Farrow, ended up with a plain-looking pie-faced Korean.

I guess a psychiatrist in Philadelphia could've left a note behind: "In case I'm found murdered, it's not so much the heart wants what it wants. It's that the dick controls the mind. Over and OUT."

It's always sad when a useful person is blown away by some monkey moron. But when it was preventable? This guy wasn't walking down the street and assaulted by a simian jerk. He looked for trouble.

It's also pathetic when people who seem to be in professions that have the answers (priests, rabbis, psychiatrists, professors) end up unable to control themselves from doing completely stupid things.

This guy was married. He told his wife he was going to a Philadelphia Eagles game. Instead, he went hunting for a nasty looking street hustler, the exact opposite of himself. Not intelligent. Not caring. And, of course, not white.

His wife ain't having a Merry Christmas, huh? She thought she was set with a good provider who would always be there for her. Will she be able to go to a psychiatrist to deal with feelings of failure as a woman, and betrayal from a guy who turned out to be quite a poor judge of character?

Elsa Lanchester, who was married to Charles Laughton, accepted that he needed "sordid" homosexual episodes from time to time, but he didn't end up dead in a hotel room, a victim of bad judgment. Yet a psychiatrist didn't know better.

Oh well. You don't need a degree in psychiatry to explain this one. "Opposites attract."