Remember being 22? Or 16? Or 30? Or 55? Remember being human? Remember fucking up and feeling shitty without the pressure of thousands of camera lenses and blogs and millions upon millions of human eyeballs trained upon your every move? I know Kristen Stewart chose a high-profile life and that paparazzi come along with the movie staaaaah territory. I know there are people who suffer far more for their (perceived) sins of the flesh. But man, do I feel bad for the kid. I get that’s she’s a grownass bish, but most people I know (myself included) were emotionally undeveloped fetuses at her age, and I doubt she’s a more evolved specimen.