Normally, I don't really pay attention to what actors and actresses say. I realize they are overly-impressed with themselves, and that much like the infant who is fascinated by his own toe (or the new parent mesmerized by the glory of his perfect poo) they have a tendency to exaggerate the importance of their thoughts.
It's not just stars who do it, of course. Anyone who blogs (mea culpa) has a tendency to think that their every comment is worthy of Alexis de Tocqueville treatment. It's only natural; humility is an acquired virtue in a society where women get attention for teasing their hair, getting drunk and wearing so much makeup they make the late Tammy Faye Baker look minimalist in comparison.
But every now and then, I notice a particularly offensive comment from a particularly offensive source, and it's hard to look away. It's like the proverbial accident; you simply cannot tear your eyes and ears away from the mess.
In this case, the mess happens to be Cher. Now, for anyone who has been paying attention for the past five decades, Cher has always been a mess. Her life has been a mess. Her hair has been a mess. Her mothering habits have been messy, too, given the fact that her daughter is now a son and her son is currently between rehab stints.