Today, I decided to go on TIME online. (And the following monstrosity is what came out of it)
It’s not a new event in my life. I do have my own moments of trying intellectualism, but the thing is, today: I was disappointed.
And it’s not even a good thing to be disappointed about, but oh well…now it’s going to be a blog entry.
So as I was rolling my eyes through the screen, I stumble upon an article titled, “The Problem With Celebrities Who Tell Us How To Live”.
Now, every human makes first thought judgement instinctively, it can’t be helped, but it can be put aside. So when I read that title, I was thinking, “WTF. The problem with celebrities telling us how to live is that they even think they should be telling us how to live, because the average human life no longer coincides with the glitz and terror of the average celebrity life. We are no longer EQUAAAAALS.”
Yeah. But that’s not exactly the case. That’s not the case at all. Maybe there is just no case…because I forgot it at home, now I’m going to miss my plane just to go back and get it, and then get fired, and then the world will en—OKAY, that’s enough, back to the point.
Again, the article title was “The Problem With Celebreties Who Tell Us How To Live”. Perhaps the entire article should have stopped there and we all could have our own little inner bursts of rage.
See, when I think of a celebrity, I think of the haunting trails of paparazzi, the endless Loreal Shampoo commercials, the rejuvenated, perfect skin, diamond shiny faces of Gwenyth Paltrow, Jennifer Lopez, Mario Lopez, Justin Bieber, Demi Lovato, all those boring people, plus the added flash of the cameras. Can’t have a celebrity without the cameras am I right?
I mean, why do they think they want to suggest life mantras to us, when their life is just not like ours anymore. They live in a world of constant attention, required beauty, weekly haircuts, flashing cameras.
Every time I see a celebrity cook book, I think, “What is this life? Why the freak do I want Gwenyth Paltrow telling me how to eat? I can do whatever I want hoe and eat a freaking cornbread if I WANT TO.
When I started reading the TIME article, it went into this statistical rant that just wasn’t what I was looking for. I was looking for pointless rant regarding the difference between the everyday person’s life, and a celebrities life.
The thing about celebrities, is that they go out and get themselves branded a celebrity, or are forced into becoming a celebrity because of whatever reason. Why can’t they just be really great actors, or musicians, or singers.
Another thing that confuses me, is the fact that some of these celebrities by the most expensive, bat-shit crazy huge houses on the planet, and then the next day go to charity event for cancer, or some third world country.
But what I don’t understand most is when they say things like, “Live life to the fullest”. I’m living my life sir, to it’s fullest current capability of breath, okay? Also, you’re a hoe. Just kidding…
I respect and admire a lot of known people, for the beautiful stories that they tell, the music that they make, the stands that they advocate for. I don’t respect the celebrity life, because that’s not really in the range of what it’s like to have goals, or what’s it’s like to have doubts or insecurities anymore. That life mainly concentrates on good shampoo and rejuvenating creams, and parties, and also required make-up always, wish is a definite no-no. It doesn’t seem like a nice life, even though it’s made out to be. It seems fake, so that’s really the problem with celebrities telling us how to live our lives. Because they’re own lives are just not real anymore, as sad as that is to say. When one reaching that point, or even feeling in life, the feeling of a celebrity, it’s hard to return back to the ground because your head can get so big with the attention you’re just way too high up off the ground. I see that in a lot of girls and guys at my school, who really believe that they are better than everyone else just because they have a seemingly pretty face and a group of people to hang out with on the weekend. Except they’re not that pretty and the people they hang out with are lame, at least in my opinion.
The good thing is, they’re aren’t really that many celebrities anymore these days, or ones that I know about, because people who reach high levels of fame don’t want that life. Who would?
I don’t want to come across as envious of this life, because honestly I would think celebrities would be envious of our lives. We have so much more of a challenge controlling our weights, reaching our goals, discovering what we want, going through constant doubt and insecurity. As terrible as this life is, it’s freaking amazing, loving something with complete sincerity and accomplishing things not for attention, but for the love of creating something new to add into this world. Can you imagine Kim K telling me to work hard and accomplish my dreams? No.
I don’t think anyone could stand being a celebrity forever. It looks tiring, annoying, and pointless. Actors don’t become actors to become famous, at least the real good ones. Musicians don’t become musicians to become super famous. I mean, people always want to be recognized, sure, not all people, but most want to be recognized for doing the work that they love and sharing it with others. And a few get that deserved recognition, because they worked for it, and they had the talent for it.
I’m kind of done with this topic though. Seriously, I find no point anymore in even talking about celebrities. Why did I in the first place…I don’t know.