I went to work yesterday, trying to think of a topic I could discuss here on this blog of mine. During the course of the day, I kept hearing about Ana Nicole Smith, and about a lot of other things... and it got me thinking. What makes Ana so damn special? OK, she died. Thats sad. She might have been a great person, a good friend, a caring mother... but I dont know her. I had no personal attachment to this person. This person, sadly, meant nothing to me. So why should I care she died? Ok, that sounds a bit... well, evil.. but It has validity behind it. What makes celebreties so damn special? Why the hell would I care if Brad Bitt and Angelina Jolie are having another baby? Good for them, how the hell does this affect me!? Or, even better to sound less self absorbed, How the hell does this affect anyone other than them and their family and friends??? Ok, another baby, how is that different from the millions of babies born worldwide EACH DAY. My point in this certain blog, is Why are Celebreties such a big deal? Ok, they have money. Ok they are on TV. BIG fucking whoop. They are normal people with talents in acting. Hell, some of them dont even have talents (Tom Cruise, IM talking about you). How is that different from, say... an archetichts talent to design buildings, or a Chefs talent to make food? They have a talent for acting. We love them, cause they portray so many different characters on both the big and small screen. They entertain us. Its all good. I love actors and actresses. They are my heroes. BUT, I dont want to hear about so and so sleeping with Britney Spears or Whos the best dressed or Whose wearing what. I want to watch them on screen. Thats enough for me. Their personal lives, is exactly that, their PERSONAL lives. Why the hell should I give a shit. How come Tom Cruise jumping on a coach is more important than Me stubbing my toe? If he gets national coverage, well... SO should my Toe!
My views on Celebreties- They rock. Great talents. BUT, their personal lives, should be personal. I dont care if someones getting married or someone is being labeled as a whore (Paris, thats a reference to you), I just wanna see your face on the screen as the killer sneaks up behind you as I munch on my popcorn. And then, miraculasly, in a different movie, their they are again, alive and whole!