I don’t read magazines, unless I’m at the dentist. I never really got into the reality TV show fad or cared about watching networks centered around actors, models, producers, and all those other rich and famous types.
This may have made me a bit of a weird kid. Being up on the latest pop culture gossip nonsense just ain’t my thing. I wish it weren’t our society’s thing too.
Even if I didn’t want to hear anything about supposed “celebrities”, there’s no avoiding them. I see people’s faces plastered in store aisles while simply trying to acquire sustenance. I turn on the news and hear about the latest fashion, crime, breakup, hookup, and other non-newsworthy celebrity stories.
Some people know more about their favorite celebs than their own family. That’s horrifying, sad, and pathetic. A host of people are practically celebrity stalkers – but that’s kind of acceptable and OK. That’s just weird and creepy.
The bottom line is: I DON’T CARE. (And I don’t know why we celebrate “celebrities”!!!)
Tell me their story when they do something amazing, fine. I’ll listen to that, I may even applaud them, but don’t barrage me with bullshit stories and a myriad of photos about what these strange famous people are doing on the regular.
I wish we celebrated great thinkers, inventors, and heroes. Those are the types of celebrities we should care to learn more about.