Leave Kelly Alone!!!!!!
Enough already.
First, I’d like to congratulate all of these asshole writers who hide behind their blogs and their message boards who have nothing better to do than self-righteously point out the faults of the celebrities they’ve helped to build up. I applaud your shrewdness and your extensive observational skills that allow you
to provide expert commentary and criticism on such important issues as Lindsay Lohan’s craziness, or Kelly Clarkson weight issues, or Paris Hilton doing everything that she does on a daily basis – ok maybe the last one is alright since we sort of need that. But other than covering the everyday moves of the soulless and talentless androids that inhabit Hollywood and reporting on them relentlessly, what the fuck is so alluring about the lives of people whose occupations makes them famous? Why is this even an industry?
The bigger problem isn’t the people who report on it and exploit it. TMZ and Perez Hilton are only responding to the real problem, which is the demand for this garbage. I just don’t get it. Why does the fact that a person is an actor or a musician make their personal life so fascinating to you? Is your life so dull and uninteresting that you find escape in reading and watching the lives of people you don’t know and will never, whether the information you’re getting is true or not? Seriously? How does a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio watering his lawn or Julia Roberts grocery shopping entertain you?
Celebrities are just people, just like you and I. They wake up in the morning and get their kids to school and they go to work and they laugh and they fart and they have good days and bad days just like everyone else does. If one of them is drawing attention to them self intentionally to promote a product, or a cause, that’s one thing. But their every day lives – what they eat, who they date, what sports they watch – shouldn’t be of any interest to anyone. But they are.
I was talking about this with a psychiatrist friend of mine – she put it in terms I hadn’t considered. She basically said that it is a form of addiction and celebrity obsession borderlines personality disorder. They find pleasure in reading and watching the shortcomings of the famous because in the minds of these people, celebrities are perfect. When they fail, it validates their own faults and justifies their own bad behavior and choices by proxy. It truly is a sad defect in society that these people are deified only so that others can bear witness to and take pleasure in their downfall.
I realize the hypocrisy I am exemplifying by writing this. I am essentially bitching about people writing and reporting about things that have no effect on their life or the lives of others, which in turn has no effect on me. There is a subtle difference though. This does affect me in the respect that it annoys me little by little, essentially grating on my nerves in small increments until I snap and it all comes boiling over for your reading pleasure.
It’s one thing to see a blurb about this person or that breaking up or dating or sneezing or whatever. But when some issues are dragged on and on, written of over and over even though there is nothing new to say, the repetition simply drives me insane. I ran across a site this afternoon that was making fun of Kelly Clarkson’s recent weight gain. A quick Google search turned up dozens of articles – all with derogatory and often downright nasty remarks about her weight, calling her everything from a beached whale to ‘Jelly Clarkson’. We won’t even dig into the high degree of probability that most of these people are acne plagued douchebags – many of them overweight themselves – living in their parents’ basement only taking breaks from their marathon World of Warcraft sessions to warm up some Hot Pockets or for their thrice daily twink porn jerkoff sessions.
Honestly, who fucking cares? So she’s chunked on some weight. She doesn’t have the body type that easily allows her to be rail thin, and she’s never been ‘Hollywood’ skinny to begin with. But if you look at her, she’s only a diet change and a personal trainer away from getting down to her ‘healthy weight’, whatever that means. The thing is, she said in US Weekly in 2003 that she “Won’t starve to be a star.”
If this affected her ability to do what she is famous for, I can see where genuine constructive criticism would be acceptible. But last I knew, being fat doesn’t hamper one’s ability to sing. And as long as we’re on the subject, how come no one bothers Ruben Studdard about this? Now there’s a dude who needs to drop some poundage – for health reasons if nothing else.
Just as I was wrapping this up, I happened upon Yahoo’s home page and what is the headline? “Adam Lambert’s Bold Career Move“. The article goes on to reveal that this year’s Idol runner-up disclosed to Rolling Stone in an interview that he is indeed gay.
Now I am certain this will be all over the news for the next several months just like it was when Clay
Aiken came out of the closet to People Magazine last fall (right after he had a kid, which I found odd). The thing is, Lambert dropped the ball on this. He could have let the speculation brew, and saved this ‘ace in the hole’ to garner some attention in case his album flopped – which coincidentally, is the strategy that Aiken employed. I don’t know how many records it helped him sell, though.
The thing is though, is this really that big of a deal anymore? I just don’t get why this is always such a magnet for attention. In a society that is numb to all but the most shocking of antics, this seems so benign and old hat by comparison.
I guess all this means that sex (and sexiness) still sells, even if we’ve bought the exact same product a million times before.










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