Why is it that famous people can do all kinds of crazy heinous things and no matter what, people will forgive them and love them and sleep with them?
I first began to ponder this when my wife was teaching *Harrison Bergeron * to her freshmen this past year. Harrison Bergeron, by Kurt Vonnegut, is a story that takes place in a world where a Handicapper-General has forced everyone into perfect equality – pretty people wear masks, people good with their hands wear oven mitts, smart people wear electro-shock caps that disrupt their thinking periodically, right?
During a class discussion, one class horrified my wife by concluding that the government had a right to do these things to the people. They were the government, after all. And it was for their own good, right?
A side issue of the discussion had to do with the news anchorman who appears in the film and the story – if everyone is truly equal, then why does the anchorman get to be on TV?
My wife said, “Huh?”
Eventually, the kids were able to explain to her what they meant: Being on TV makes you better than other people.
My wife said, “Huh? No it doesn’t. Being on TV just means your job requires you to be on TV. It’s a job, that’s all, just like working at McDonalds. True, being on TV generally PAYS better, but…”
The kids weren’t buying that. Apparently, there is something about being in front of a camera and having your image beamed into thousands of homes that somehow ennobles a person, that uplifts and exalts him above and beyond his fellow man.
Hey, don’t look at ME that way. That’s what the kids were saying.
…and I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.
Elsewhere on the SDMB, there is this here thread about OJ that brought this same issue to mind.
I mean, with OJ, it’s one of two things: He is:
(a) a filthy slimy murderer who by virtue of celebrity and a hot team of lawyers and a not-too-bright judge, got away with butchering his wife and a complete stranger, or
(b) kind of a scumbag former celebrity kind of guy who almost got framed by the system for the murder of his wife and a complete stranger.
Either way, the guy has not acquitted himself well, based on the indisputable facts of his trial. I don’t know if he’s guilty or not, but I ain’t impressed with the guy, particularly by virtue of what he has to say in that link up there.
…so why are people interviewing him? Why are people offering him work? Why are women still willing to be alone with him, much less seen in public with him?
Then we have Reagan. He’s dead, God bless him, and I can see why some people simply refuse to admit the man ever did anything wrong; he did make conservatism popular again, and even the liberals gotta admit that. So, sure, some folks wanna canonize Reagan. But I understand that, at least.
…but Nixon? When Nixon died, man, nobody had boo to say about the Red Scare, about the Checkers Speech, about Watergate… y’know, I don’t think I heard word one about Watergate the entire week the man died. Heard tons about his trip to China, but not a peep about how he tried to fire Archibald Cox for refusing to stand down on the Watergate investigation.
…and then, there’s George W. Bush. The man mystifies me. It seems to me that Bush’s mistakes while in office are obvious for all to see… and every time I’ve opened a Pit thread with the name BUSH on it, I see a raging argument between those who would discuss those mistakes… and those who would defend to the death the right of a plutocrat to bleed the country dry.
What is it about certain famous people? Why do people love them, and love them so rabidly? Why is Bush even bothering to run for reelection? Why does Ashton Kutcher still have a career? Why do people still care what OJ thinks about anything?
Somebody explain it to me.