Celebreality

I don't know about the people you see everyday, but the people I see every day talk about celebrities waay too much. I have a slightly different take on it than most, but hear me out: fame is a disease. Don't believe me? Imagine Heath Ledger was a mildly successful regional theater actor. Do you really think he'd be dead? Amy Winehouse is a girl who works as a telemarketer, and sings karaoke on the weekends. Do you really think there'd be video footage of her smoking rock cocaine? Let's say Michael Jackson was a backing dancer for Diana Ross. How much do you want to bet he'd still have his own nose? Do you really think Marlon Brando would've isolated his family to an island if he wasn't famous? If they weren't isolated like that do you think Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain would've stayed together?Would Angelina Jolie have turned to kiss her brother with an open mouthed kiss had she been raised in public schools as the daughter of an insurance salesman? See what I mean: this fame thing is a disease, and it turns people into disgusting monsters. So, while I do love the pop culture detritus that I gorge myself on, please don't confuse that for any kind of subscription to the cult of fame. I view Andy Warhol's famous dictum about fifteen minutes as a threat, kinda like "In the future, everyone you know will die".