The problem with Johnny Depp’s spending habits

or maybe the problem with Johnny Depp’s missing money

or maybe a whole different kind of problem.

If I am to think about it, and unfortunately media do their best to remind me every once in a while, there’s a dual problem in regards to Johnny Depp’s alleged financial problems.

  1. The way he spent it.
  2. The way his ex managers spent it.

And there’s one more little problem; what’s that got to do with me (me as the entity of readers)

To explain it further.

I am the kind of person who thinks certain professions are overpaid. True, I’ve never been an athlete or a singer or an actor, but to be quite honest the money (some of) these professionals receive are astronomical. And while I can make a long (rather socialistic, if you like) comment about the scourge of capitalism, bottom line is these industries are rich. People are willing to pay for a football game, a concert, a movie and all their paraphernalia. In final analysis, if the athlete/artist isn’t paid well all money will go to studios.


If I’m paying good money to go to the cinema to watch Johnny Depp, Robert Downey Jr etc why shouldn’t they get the money? (I would prefer a paying method that would include experience, talent etc as well, but no one asks me. And truth be told the ones I mentioned would still get the money because I’m clever that way).

Now that we have the overpaid aspect of the subject aside, let me continue with my very important opinion of if I see the way another rich guy spends his money I’m going to move to a mountain top and build a cabin to live there on my own.

Dear rich people, I don’t live through you and quite frankly your spending your money insults me on a deep, personal level in the manner that I have no money to spend. So stop it. Keep your money, spend it as you like but stop flaunting it on my face. It makes me uncomfortable (and rather stanning for communism… well no, but you get my point, I hope).

If the press and rich people alike one day decide to stop showing me their houses, their swimming pools, their dresses, watches, the thousands pairs of shoes they have in a separate closet and how much they spend to eat in expensive restaurants I will greatly appreciate it.


The difference in what I describe above and in the case of Johnny Depp’s mysteriously missing money is that Depp never flaunted his money. Yes, he bought houses and an island. I have seen the odd picture of his island taken from an aeroplane. I haven’t seen his houses; I haven’t seen the richness he surrounds himself with. Until he was forced to sell some of his homes. Don’t get me wrong, die hard fans may know every little detail of his home, but unless he called the photographers to show to people how he lives, I have absolutely no problem if he will actually spends money to buy cotton balls. It’s his money.

When he sued his ex managers, they decided instead of defending themselves to make their client’s personal information public.

And therein lies my problem. It was not Johnny Depp who showed off his money to us. It was the people who are sued by him for mismanaging his money. I cannot for the life of me understand how these people still have any clients left (if they have any clients left) when they showed no confidentiality whatsoever. If they can prove their claims it was all his fault, take him to court prove your case and have him boiling with rage. Of course, my old time favourites, the media, are really helpful too when it comes to airing dirty laundry, even if it’s proven the laundry was clean and fresh, like the earpiece story that Jerry Bruckheimer and Geoffrey Rush debunked joyfully. (And where is Jessica Chastain’s apology? Lost in translation, I would guess.)

If it wasn’t enough that we know how Johnny Depp spent his money, now there are stories about Mr. Depp’s family members actually shoving their hands in his pockets. I understand it’s a story that sells. I understand that media -despite protestations and long, boring articles trying to convince us of the exact opposite- know Johnny Depp’s name sells, but he’s a human being.

And you know family betrayal or not, some times if we are human we should respect a person’s private life.

In final analysis, the problem isn’t Mr. Depp’s missing money, but everyone’s attempt to dehumanise him and make him a story. Or ten stories. I feel something between guilty and dirty knowing all this personal information of his. It’s none of my business; it’s none of your business either. It’s his problem, it’s his life, his family and friends, his money, his ex managers; it has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of humanity.

Let him deal with it. With as much decency and privacy he can master.


Now is happening to him. Next time is going to happen to someone else. And because gossip is part of our daily life, if it ever happens to you, you may only hope people around you won’t care enough to air your family secrets, betrayals and pains out in the open.


Raise your hand if you were surprised by the opinion’s subject.


I want to talk about my country. And my people. Or possibly rant. Most of us are not hungry, most of use don’t have a huge economical problem. Most of us can live nicely. Most of us are those who shout and rage though.

Sure, there are people who lost their jobs (I’m unemployed; I don’t like it because I can’t give and because I have no income). When I did work I saved money so no! I do not starve. Granted I live with parents. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have been able to survive. So I live with my family. I’m not ashamed to admit it.

However, things are not as bad as we make them to be. There aren’t homeless people in every block in every town. Yes, big cities have it bad, but life in towns and villages is not that bad. We don’t starve, we’re not hungry, we have everything we need.

Unfortunately, we never tried to see what brought us though. For twenty years people took loans to go on vacations, used credit cards to buy materials they didn’t need. Mercedes jeeps were bought by the dozens, each household had two or three cars, twelve year olds bought jeans that cost 120E, have their mobiles (with internet connection). Nightly out means return home after 06.00, after drinking and eating as if it’s the last time you’ll drink and eat. And repeat, for many years.

We have a saying in Greece; «stretch your legs as far as your quilt is» (it loses some of its prestige when translated). Needless to say it, we didn’t follow through. Why? I think it was because of the easiness of spending money that was borrowed and media.

Media are so very much responsible for today’s condition. Since the mid 1990s numerous tv shows presented in Greek TV station showing the guileless,  naive us how celebrities lived, what they bought, where they were going in the summer, in the winter, how many houses they had, how many clothes they had… which, personal opinion, they shouldn’t have had in the first place. Greek show business is not like the American one and still money was given away like paper towels. And everyone wanted to have a second place by the sea, in an island or two, and have the luxury to go skiing every weekend.

Well, some things simply cannot happen! And that’s what we pay today.

However, besides those who have actual problems, most of those complaining are those who are overcommitted to stop paying 300 euros monthly for their mobile phones, or go to the hairdresser every Saturday.

My thoughts are for those, who like me, have no job and a family. But first we should change bad outlook/attitude of years and attempt to live with what we have.


What to read:

Beryl Bainbridge’s An Awfully Big Adventure (1989)


So yes. Do a good thing… it’s not as easy as it sounds really. We don’t get up in the morning thinking of ways to hurt the people around us (well, most of us) and still, despite feeling you need to offer, you want to give and possibly make someone laugh you eventually realize there aren’t many opportunities.

Why? Because people have alienated themselves so much that they don’t even want to be helped. It’s scary, but people have stopped to ask for help. Their needs come second to their pride. And they even manage to make you feel guilty for offering to help…

However the world needs it, I need it, you need it, everyone needs help (even when we’re not ready to admit or ask or even accept it). A smile, a laugh, a hand reaching out to give, a heart willing to share are making life precious.

In my book, as long as it is interest/caring and not pity nothing fences again pride.

So to make a long story short, this weekend my brother’s family was in a kind of problem. Now, I’m not notoriously famous for being patient with kids or maybe that’s just my opinion because everyone else has commented I should have become a teacher (no, no, no, nope). However my brother and sister-in-law were in need for someone to take care of them. Or they would take them with them in their work.

I volunteered. They didn’t ask. I told them it was fine. I did nothing else the whole weekend but taking care of a seven year old girl, and two boys of five and three year old.

I wasn’t thanked in the end. It didn’t matter. Their faces were happy and I felt great.

And it wasn’t slavery either. I love those kids. They love me too.  It’s just that sometimes routine and every day life make us forget it.

So, take a look around you and offer your help, never your pity. No one needs that but everyone will accept your help.


What to read:

Stefan Zweig’s Beware of Pity (1939)