Nobody wants to see Wendy Williams frail and fear-stricken inside her messy New York City apartment, scoring vape pens at the corner store near the TV studio where she once hosted her hit talk show, or standing bewildered on the Hollywood street in front of her Walk of Fame star, hoping that passersby will take enough notice to ask to pose with her.
However blunt you may think Williams was while trafficking in celebrity rumors and the industry’s closed-door machinations, at the end of the day, she was a polarizing provocateur – albeit a pioneer in her profession, commanding in a male-dominated industry. If she wasn’t so obviously undernourished and suffering from neurological decline, Where Is Wendy Williams? would be chatter for a Hot Topics segment (“You’ll never believe what the network wants me to do now … ”) or some other famous person’s nightmare – not a four-plus hour extract of the horror show that has become her post-daytime TV life.
