I haven’t had much sleep today so I’m less coherent than usual. But here goes.
On a message board for a TV show (I won’t say which one, I don’t want to pinpoint the message board), I was talking about the star of the show on one of the threads. I like the guy–I’m a big fan, actually. But I was discussing on this thread his other movies, some of which were stinkers. BAD, bad, movies. He was fine in the movies, but they happened to be bad. No big news there–most actors have been in bad movies on occasion. I also mentioned something about he lost weight in a certain film and looked good.
For this, I get an angry email from a woman who must have an altar to this guy in her bedroom. She told me to stop “dishing” this guy and his movies.
What? Please. He’s just a guy, he’s not a deity. Get over it. (I basically told her that, but in more polite terms.)
I must be slipping in my fannish geekiness. I just can’t worship any particular artist, actor, singer, etc., to that degree. In fact, I don’t think I ever did worship at the altar of any celebrity to that degree. Even when I was 14. And presumably these people are adults.
I remember feeling unsettled reading some fangirl rhapsodize about some actor in a movie (where he played a psycho killer who “pretended” to be a nice guy). “I just wanted to be the girl in the movie, so I could have kissed him!” this fan babbled. What? The guy was a psycho. A nut. Sure, it was just a movie, but the character was evil, and she wants to be in a romance with an evil character? That makes no sense.
I was going to ramble about another message board and carry on about how tired I am of tormented, “misunderstood geniuses” (I frequent an art message board that has a few of these types) but I’m too sleep deprived and I know I’m incoherent enough as it is.
Sorry. Just had to get that incohent ramble off my chest.