But it was worse than that. She was losing herself.
She was waking up in the middle of the night, forgetting who she was.
She was got because she was perceived to have misused her privilege.
And of course, that's a much better thing to get people for than the things we used to get people for, like having children out of wedlock.
But the phrase "misuse of privilege" is becoming a free pass to tear apart pretty much anybody we choose to.
It's becoming a devalued term,
and it's making us lose our capacity for empathy and for distinguishing between serious and unserious transgressions.
Justine had 170 Twitter followers, and so to make it work, she had to be fictionalized.
Word got around that she was the daughter the mining billionaire Desmond Sacco.
I thought that was true about Justine, until I met her at a bar,
and I asked her about her billionaire father, and she said, "My father sells carpets."
And I think back on the early days of Twitter, when people would admit shameful secrets about themselves,
and other people would say, "Oh my God, I'm exactly the same."
These days, the hunt is on for people's shameful secrets.
You can lead a good, ethical life, but some bad phraseology in a Tweet can overwhelm it all,
become a clue to your secret inner evil.