Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Not Exactly Solid Gold
Um, I guess I was a little embarrassed yesterday when two of my friends made it pretty clear to me that I needed to update my blog. :) Not because I haven't updated it, but because I felt as if my real life was crossing into my imaginary world of blogging. You see, while I know that people read this, in my mind it still functions as a journal. When the friendly teasing began, I quickly had to think back... "oh crap, what have I written about in the last week?" Suddenly, a blogger becomes very self conscious...
Anyway, on to the bloggin'. I don't have much interest in typing this week, but I felt as if I should stay in the habit. There isn't a bunch of great news out there; most of it is about the election. Well, elections and flu vaccine shortages. But in true American fashion, we are still reporting what our celebrities are up to. No matter what goes on in the world, we LOVE to hear the gossip on celebrities.
Here is a list of stuff I have heard just in the last 24 hours, and I have been busy with school and work. That is to say, I haven't LOOKED for news, but yet all this information came to me on local 10 PM news or headlines.
Tommy Lee (from Pamela... er, I mean Motley Crue fame) is in Nebraska shooting a reality show, on the campus of the state university. Lindsay Lohan is calling radio talk shows to curse and complain about rumors being spread about her (that is soooo high school). Apparently she likes to party, and is getting a reputation. Her troubles are compounding because her parents are in a heated court battle over a domestic dispute, and her rival Hillary Duff is trash talking about her on her new CD. All of this after the whole sleazy internet community got to see her nipple earlier this year, thanks to the paparazzi. And of course, Paris Hilton is constantly in the news... but no one ever knows why (dude, she isn't that pretty).
Oliver Stone reported this week that he lost his virginity to a hooker that his father paid for, and in related news, Jennifer Lopez has been talking about her movie sex scenes, and how horrible the experiences were for her (she is playing the shy, modest card... but have you seen the photos and videos she has done the last few years?). Joey (I mean, Matt LeBlanc) is vehemently fighting allegations that he is gay. New reports say that he has paid his limo driver to set up homosexual encounters in his limo... but Matt, in a Mike Piazza-like manner, is categorically denying ever having sex with a man.
Phil Jackson, basketball coach, is writing a book. Apparently in it he reveals that player Kobe Bryant is a bad person. Really? Eminem, a controversial rapper, has a new video in which he dresses up as, and makes fun of MC Hammer, Pee Wee Herman, Madonna, and Michael Jackson. Is it 1989 again? Anyway, Jackson is ticked off because the video shows Eminem (as Jacko) with his hair on fire, playing on a bed with children, and having his nose fall off (as he chases it around a dance floor). Jackson has appealed to have video channels ban it; and BET has. Apparently, in other music news, Brittney Spears is trashy... her new commercial campaign supporting her new perfume are a little racy, and she is dressing like a stereotypical trailer park princess. And her new hubby is white trash to the core. In the words of David Spade, "Look everyone, a falling star. Make a wish!"
Oh, and in case you were wondering, Martha Stewart reports that she is having a "good time" in jail (no joke!).
Why are we so obsessed with the goings-on of Hollywood and Nashville? The answer lies in the fact that we never see these people as real to begin with. Their lives are as soap-opera-like and mellow-dramatic as their movies and TV shows are. We never understand why they complain about being hounded, and we definitely can't empathize with them when they cry about the hardships of fame. It’s the “poor little rich girl” syndrome. We don't see them as real people; they are the modern day version of Greek Gods and Titans... complete with tragedy, epic romance, falls from grace, double-crosses, conquests, passionate trysts, and feuds. And we mortals are helpless to do anything but watch.
We don't pay attention because we care; we pay attention because it is a part of the show. There is absolutely ZERO attributes that these people possess (seemingly) that we can relate to. None of us are as beautiful and elegant as they come off being... but it is all an illusion. One of my favorite things is when these tabloid magazines publish candid pictures of celebrities... Look, there is Niccole Kidman (She has cellulite all over her ass!). There is Gwenyth Paltrow (She has ketchup on her face). Brad Pitt (booger in nose). Lindsay Lohan (fell out of her bikini). They have acne. Unfortunate body hair. Look awful in swimsuits. Visible panty line/”snuggies”. Hail damage. Stretch marks. Poorly endowed (with muscles… what did you think I meant?). Spare tires. Hemorrhoids. Not blessed with brains. Just like us. But we never see it (unless the guerillas at Weekly Star get a lucky camera shot).
This is why we are taught from our parents from day one that true beauty has nothing to do with good lighting, the right clothes, a good publicist, and airbrushing. There is someone I know now that is far more beautiful than Angelina Jolie... it may not be immediately obvious, but after knowing them for a long time, you see that their beauty goes clear to the heart. I am lucky enough to know a few people who are this way.
So, we obsess over the Hollywood freak show simply because it IS a freak show. As for me, I'll take my half-dozen friends, with their weaknesses, bad days, and all. And for these few people that I hold dear, I wouldn't trade knowing you for anything fame could offer.
See ya!
Anyway, on to the bloggin'. I don't have much interest in typing this week, but I felt as if I should stay in the habit. There isn't a bunch of great news out there; most of it is about the election. Well, elections and flu vaccine shortages. But in true American fashion, we are still reporting what our celebrities are up to. No matter what goes on in the world, we LOVE to hear the gossip on celebrities.
Here is a list of stuff I have heard just in the last 24 hours, and I have been busy with school and work. That is to say, I haven't LOOKED for news, but yet all this information came to me on local 10 PM news or headlines.
Tommy Lee (from Pamela... er, I mean Motley Crue fame) is in Nebraska shooting a reality show, on the campus of the state university. Lindsay Lohan is calling radio talk shows to curse and complain about rumors being spread about her (that is soooo high school). Apparently she likes to party, and is getting a reputation. Her troubles are compounding because her parents are in a heated court battle over a domestic dispute, and her rival Hillary Duff is trash talking about her on her new CD. All of this after the whole sleazy internet community got to see her nipple earlier this year, thanks to the paparazzi. And of course, Paris Hilton is constantly in the news... but no one ever knows why (dude, she isn't that pretty).
Oliver Stone reported this week that he lost his virginity to a hooker that his father paid for, and in related news, Jennifer Lopez has been talking about her movie sex scenes, and how horrible the experiences were for her (she is playing the shy, modest card... but have you seen the photos and videos she has done the last few years?). Joey (I mean, Matt LeBlanc) is vehemently fighting allegations that he is gay. New reports say that he has paid his limo driver to set up homosexual encounters in his limo... but Matt, in a Mike Piazza-like manner, is categorically denying ever having sex with a man.
Phil Jackson, basketball coach, is writing a book. Apparently in it he reveals that player Kobe Bryant is a bad person. Really? Eminem, a controversial rapper, has a new video in which he dresses up as, and makes fun of MC Hammer, Pee Wee Herman, Madonna, and Michael Jackson. Is it 1989 again? Anyway, Jackson is ticked off because the video shows Eminem (as Jacko) with his hair on fire, playing on a bed with children, and having his nose fall off (as he chases it around a dance floor). Jackson has appealed to have video channels ban it; and BET has. Apparently, in other music news, Brittney Spears is trashy... her new commercial campaign supporting her new perfume are a little racy, and she is dressing like a stereotypical trailer park princess. And her new hubby is white trash to the core. In the words of David Spade, "Look everyone, a falling star. Make a wish!"
Oh, and in case you were wondering, Martha Stewart reports that she is having a "good time" in jail (no joke!).
Why are we so obsessed with the goings-on of Hollywood and Nashville? The answer lies in the fact that we never see these people as real to begin with. Their lives are as soap-opera-like and mellow-dramatic as their movies and TV shows are. We never understand why they complain about being hounded, and we definitely can't empathize with them when they cry about the hardships of fame. It’s the “poor little rich girl” syndrome. We don't see them as real people; they are the modern day version of Greek Gods and Titans... complete with tragedy, epic romance, falls from grace, double-crosses, conquests, passionate trysts, and feuds. And we mortals are helpless to do anything but watch.
We don't pay attention because we care; we pay attention because it is a part of the show. There is absolutely ZERO attributes that these people possess (seemingly) that we can relate to. None of us are as beautiful and elegant as they come off being... but it is all an illusion. One of my favorite things is when these tabloid magazines publish candid pictures of celebrities... Look, there is Niccole Kidman (She has cellulite all over her ass!). There is Gwenyth Paltrow (She has ketchup on her face). Brad Pitt (booger in nose). Lindsay Lohan (fell out of her bikini). They have acne. Unfortunate body hair. Look awful in swimsuits. Visible panty line/”snuggies”. Hail damage. Stretch marks. Poorly endowed (with muscles… what did you think I meant?). Spare tires. Hemorrhoids. Not blessed with brains. Just like us. But we never see it (unless the guerillas at Weekly Star get a lucky camera shot).
This is why we are taught from our parents from day one that true beauty has nothing to do with good lighting, the right clothes, a good publicist, and airbrushing. There is someone I know now that is far more beautiful than Angelina Jolie... it may not be immediately obvious, but after knowing them for a long time, you see that their beauty goes clear to the heart. I am lucky enough to know a few people who are this way.
So, we obsess over the Hollywood freak show simply because it IS a freak show. As for me, I'll take my half-dozen friends, with their weaknesses, bad days, and all. And for these few people that I hold dear, I wouldn't trade knowing you for anything fame could offer.
See ya!
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