The way people fawn over celebrities is embarassing. I’ve never understood why people care so much about J-lo and Ben or the Hilton sisters. I’m amazed that people are so emotionally invested in people they have never met simply because they are on TV or in a movie.
People should take care of their own lives and stop worring so much about some complete stranger that doesn’t give two shits about them.
Stop reading US and People. Stop watching Entertainment Tonight and Extra! Jay Leno is not funny - it’s a 60 minute promotional show. Jennifer Lopez doesn’t give a shit about you. The Hilton sisters would rather spend $25,000 on a diamond-studded dog collar than give a homeless person $1.
Yeah, sometimes various things about a celebrity can be interesting, even intriguing. But meeting one is not going to change your life, nor will learning what other celebrity Courtney Love punched out at some bar.
You’ll probably get some flack for your stance, but I’m behind you 100%.
People really, really need to get a life. While I also have my own heros, my regard for them does not dictate that I breathlessly follow changes in their underwear size. I watched a sports fan I know spend thousands of dollars to fly cross country to see a boxing match. Imagine how difficult it was to suppress hysterical laughter when my friend told me about rushing down to get a beer right after the opening bell, only to return to his seat and find that the defender (Foreman, IIRC) had been KOed in 45 seconds.
My take is that admiring people of accomplishment is all well and fine. However, if you yourself do not go out and do anything heroic or worthy of admiration with your own life, then it’s all just lip service or bullshit or both.
Using this logic, I should stop donating to my local soup kitchens and homeless shelters. The average homeless person doesn’t know me and probably doesn’t give two shits about me.
Oh, people have always needed (or enjoyed) their Celeb Figures, and always will, so you’d better get used to it.
Gods, royalty, sports figures, Kennedies, movie stars, rock stars . . . We set 'em up and we knock 'em down, because it’s fun and it somehow makes us feel better about ourselves and our own lives.
Speaking of which, I just got you another royalty through Amazon. Now when are you going to do a rip-roaring expose of studio-era vice and villainy? Taste, wit, and impeccable scholarship are all very well, but if hacks like Kitty Kelley can get on the bestseller lists, then a writer of your calibre should be able to write a tale of seamy doings and sell the movie rights to the highest bidder!
Not that I disagree with the OP, but let’s keep in mind that people like to live vicariously through those that have more money, sex, drugs, and celebrity than they do.
For others it’s so that they can stalk their celebrity prey more efficiently.
Finally, for others its just mental illness. When I worked at a grocery store we had one unstable woman who was totally in love with JFK Jr. She’d take People mags that had him on his cover and give big big smooches to them in the middle of the store.
Or, best yet, at the restaurant across the street when she stood up and loudly told the entire restaurant how TIRED she was from having SEX with JOHN JOHN all MORNING.
Sigh. I miss Tammi.
-Joe, obsessed with some celebrities, but only in a purely cheap, shallow, lusty way
If you can prove to me that Anna Kournikova doesn’t go to bed every night screaming my name whilst penetrating her nether parts with a Turbo Dildo [sup]TM[/sup], then I’ll stop caring about her.
I have a sneaking suspicion that not as many people go gaga over celebs as the media would think. Witness my list of celebs that no one really likes:
Burt Reynolds
Sally Struthers
Beck
Robin Leach
Regis Philbin
I certainly agree with most of your position but I was reading the Enquirer the other day and they had an article about Drew Carey sending dinner out to a homeless woman (and her 2 dogs) on the street while having dinner at some nice restaurant - that’s more than $1. (The dogs had steak tartare)
