Another day, another celebrity going off the deep end on Twitter.

Zachary Leeman reports that “Actress and Democrat activist Alyssa Milano sent out what was arguably the most bizarre tweet on International Women’s Day.” Bizarre? Sure. But let’s not forget “nonsensical,” and for those who are concerned with such matters, “valor-stealing from the genuinely intersectional.”

That’s a thing, or at least it is now.

The former Charmed star tweeted, in full, “I’m trans. I’m a person of color. I’m an immigrant. I’m a lesbian. I’m a gay man. I’m the disabled. I’m everything. And so are you, Kirk. Don’t be afraid of what you don’t know or understand. No one wants to hurt you. We are all just looking for our happily ever after.”

I suspect some will find it more easily than others.

It shouldn’t require saying, but Milano is not actually the six-way winner of the Intersectional Victimhood Olympics. She’s an extremely attractive woman with a successful career in an industry more cutthroat than most. If Milano has felt the Boot of Oppression at any time in the last 20 years, it was probably Gucci and she was probably wearing it.

I’m just old enough to remember when actors, at least the most-loved ones, were entertainers. That is, they had a public persona which conformed to their on-screen presence, and they maintained that persona 100% while in public.

Cary Grant never stopped being Archibald Alec Leach in private, but he was always Cary Grant on the screen, big or small. Johnny Carson was a cold, shy man in real life, but five nights a week on The Tonight Show, he was unflappable and boisterously, boyishly charming. Frank Sinatra was, in Moe Greene’s famous phrasing, banging cocktail waitresses two at a time, but on stage, he was the world’s foremost interpreter of romantic love songs.

I could go on, but you get the idea: Entertainers always tried to appear larger than life, even when they weren’t.

Today’s actors, by and large, are not entertainers. They still seem larger than life in their movies and TV shows, but after-hours they whip out their phones and pull up Twitter to make very public demonstrations of what small, really very tiny people they are.

Perhaps this is more honest than how the stars of old behaved, but for audiences, it’s a lot less fun.