Let’s talk about the C word—conservatorship.
Ever since the Britney Spears situation, people have treated the very concept like it’s Nazism. The word alone triggers an emotional shutdown, and nobody can entertain the idea that conservatorship might sometimes—just sometimes—serve its intended purpose.
It’s as if the entire population has collectively decided that every person under a conservatorship is perfectly fine, and the evil “boogeyman”—or in this case, boogeywoman—is stealing their freedom for financial gain.
People want to gaslight everyone into believing Wendy is completely fine while simultaneously admitting she struggles with severe mental health issues.
These people will insist, “You can’t joke about Wendy not being able to string together a coherent sentence—she’s sick!” and in the same breath swear to you that Wendy Williams is fine and shouldn’t be in a conservatorship.
If you have to scour the internet for a 10-second clip of Wendy sounding remotely coherent to make your argument, you’ve already proven the point.
I sat through The Breakfast Club and her conversation with Don Lemon—both were exercises in cringe and secondhand embarrassment. Wendy isn’t the sharp, witty talk-show shady queen we remember, she was stumbling through answers like a retarded child learning to talk.
When she isn’t yelling “EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME,” she’s filling in the blanks with “You know what I’m saying,” as if saying that on loop makes her point clearer
If you think I’m exaggerating, let me present this real transcript from her Don Lemon interview.
Don Lemon: Wendy, people are concerned about you. They’re worried—they haven’t seen you, and the times they do see you publicly, um, they’re worried you are not the same as you were. This is not the Wendy we are used to seeing.
Wendy Williams: Listen, listen, listen, and not only that—I only have $15. You know, this guardian person is keeping my money trapped, so to speak. She’s got, she has all my money. For instance, I would like to go to Sephora, you know what I’m saying?
No, Wendy. Nobody knows what you’re saying.
The rest of the interview is more of the same. When she struggles to answer a question—which, frankly, is every question—she starts yelling, “PLEASE TALK, PLEASE TALK!” at her aunt, Alex Finnie. Her aunt then steps in with some vague excuse about how Wendy can’t answer for “legal reasons.”
If you need a spokesperson to explain your circumstances, maybe you also need someone to manage those circumstances—and your finances. I don’t know, maybe something like a conservatorship?
One of the most bizarre moments was when Wendy announced she doesn’t like sitting with elderly people because, in her words, “They’re too old!” She followed up by saying she’s sure they’re nice, but, “They’re like… really old!” Wendy, you’re 60. By every reasonable definition, you are elderly.
The mental gymnastics from her defenders are Olympic-level. They scour the internet for the rare coherent moment to claim she’s fine while ignoring the glaring stream of mental retardation running through this woman’s brain.
If you need to celebrate a basic sentence like it’s a gold medal, you’ve already proven why a conservatorship is necessary.
Wendy Williams is the textbook definition of someone who needs a conservatorship. This isn’t about stripping her freedom; it’s about protecting her from herself. If she can’t handle interviews without assistance, she certainly can’t manage millions of dollars.
Everyone already knows Wendy isn’t well. If I start posting clips of her speaking incoherently and you start posting clips of her making sense, we all know who runs out of content first.
So yes, let’s make jokes (because Wendy herself would), but let’s also be real:
Wendy Williams is in a state so tragic even she would’ve made a joke about it back in her heyday. Pretending she’s fine doesn’t make her better; it just makes you complicit in her downward spiral.
Conservatorships exist for people like Wendy—because sometimes the greatest act of care isn’t “freeing” someone, it’s protecting them from themselves.
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