Nov 11, 2008

A few thoughts on fame. Not my own, obviously.

Y'all, what's funnier than sparkle-loving, stampeding tweens?





















Nothing, that's what. Except maybe money-grubbing, fence-scaling adults.


















I would have remained mum on this but then this happened, too...so I'm afraid I now find myself compelled to quote the always sagacious Denny Crane I mean William Shatner, circa 1986 from SNL's Trekkie convention skit:

GET A LIFE, will you people? I mean, for crying out loud, it's just a TV show! I mean, look at you, look at the way you're dressed! You've turned an enjoyable little job, that I did as a lark for a few years, into a colossal waste of time!

Seriously. I consider myself among the geekiest of the media geeks yet I've never experienced even the slightest urge to stalk celebrities. ::ahem:: What? One chilly spring break afternoon following a pre-fame Matthew Broderick around Manhattan with my friend E a hundred years ago totally doesn't count. It was the 80s, people. What are these "internets" of which you speak? We had to get his address from the phone book. Shoe leather, that's how we rolled, bitches.


I guess my closest experience with a crazed fandom was standing in line to have Bruce Campbell sign copies of his autobiography for me and several friends who still owe me and YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. For two-plus hours I was forced to listen to all of the tragically attired, socially inept (do I repeat myself?) teenage boys ahead of me plot their many fail-proof ways to convince Bruce to join them for a (clearly underage) beer. Suffice to say, by the time I reached Mr. Campbell he appeared visibly relieved to have a quasi-normal conversation. (We talked about the business of graphic design. I failed to invite him for cocktails.)


While I understand the cultivated accessibility of certain celebrities (especially one who self-identifies as King of the B-Movies and Patron Saint of Geeks Everywhere), it has always seemed to me like the worst kind of job, being ON every time you leave your house. Yes, they're handsomely compensated, there are many who thrive on the attention, yada yada yada, but still. It must be exhausting to be famous in a 24/7 world where we of the entitlement culture have decreed that these people owe us (scarily, literal) pieces of themselves.

ETA: It's hard out here for a vampire. Not to mention a little sad.
"I don't do anything but go to screaming sessions anymore," Pattinson said. "I don't know what my actual life is now."

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