Every time I turn around, I hear about some VIP that has fallen off the wagon, literally or figuratively speaking... What is with our obsession with certain people (i.e. celebrities?) We follow their every step. We imitate them. We creepily stalk every publicity release, certified or not. We speculate on their romantic status. We pitch fits if they gain weight, or lose it. We put them WAY up high on a pedestal, and then try to knock them down. And then we get indignant if they (SURPRISE) turn out to be human.
What is so special? (Aside from the money, and public persona of course...) Nothing that I can think of. I think that it is solely the fact that they are very publicly "accessible," or at least parts of their lives are. We, the general public, get glimpses of a way of life that is completely unattainable to us, though we may try mightily to make it not so... Perhaps we're living vicariously through them. The average person cannot afford to spend several grand on a fashion accessory...(watch, purse, shoes, pair of jeans, etc.) We get some excitement through seeing these beautiful things that we will never have in our possession, but we get to see them.That's enough for a bit.
We also look to them to guide our life directions. We either want to be famous, or use them as a kind of crystal ball to tell us where to go, what to wear, eat, and say. They tell us what is cool, and what isn't. Quite a few people want to be famous... why? I don't know. For heaven's sake, why can't they live their own lives, and we live our own? Are we incapable of paying attention to our own selves, and letting other people do the same? Celebrities have to constantly be aware of how people are seeing them. How annoying...
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