Why is it society wants to read all about (and sympathize with) their favorite young starlet struggling to clean up their act, while there is rarely a helping hand for their co-worker who has lost their way?
Does an addict who uses 40 bags of heroin (!) per day really have the mental wherewithal to give informed consent to be filmed? How much desperation (I need help but I can't afford it, can you help, Dr. Drew?) goes into such consent?
In reality, addiction is a very big deal. People lose their lives, livelihoods and loved ones to this disease every day. It's vitally important that we let people know that help is available and that treatment can work.
I admit I watched - a phalanx of paparazzi standing outside of yet another rehab facility waiting to take a shot of some young woman in trouble, I said to myself, sarcastically: why don't they just follow her in there? And then I said to myself: what a great idea for a book!