Okay, well, as this is my place on the web, this will give me ample opportunity to do one thing I've been meaning to do for quite some time.
Rant.
So what's todays rant about? Something we hear about every single day.
I'm not really sure when it all started. Human nature is, of course, curious. And there's nothing more that curious humans love to do than to gossip.
Talk about who's sleeping with whom, who's cheating on what, who's dating this, what she said, what he said...he's a bitch, she's a dick, etc etc etc
That's fine. I'm not ranting about that.
What I've got serious problems is this...celebrity...business.
I really have no idea when it started with. I'm sure that ages ago people were all concerned about who Elvis was dating, and who Marilyn Monroe was sleeping with. It went on to Presidents and movie stars, sport stars with drug habits and rock stars who went into poverty.
But today's world is just ridiculous!
We have "papparazzi" hounding celebrities until they drive themselves to death (look at Princess Diana), until they have no personal life, until marriages break up or celebrities go insane.
But all that's fine, some of you may say, and I'll accept that. It's all part and parcel of the packaged deal. Earn 15 million dollars a movie, and you expect to get hounded by the press.
But what about people like me, who don't want to see this shit?
Every time I walk into a bookstore, at the magazine aisle, we'll see news tabloids filled with the latest 'gossips'. Huzzah! Now I don't have to watch the TV (Channel E anyone?) for it anymore, I can read it when I take a dump. Let's all take a crap whilst reading about Paris Hilton's latest fling.
At the very least, I certainly won't be short of toilet paper in the loo...
But that isn't what really broke the camel's back. The last straw has been the past few days, listening to the radio.
Where every radio station is giving me hourly updates about our 'favorite' celebrities.
Whoop-de frickin' doo?
I get to find out, at any point of the day, at any point of the week, who's dating whom, who slept with what, who farted over which dinner? About people whom I will never meet
And worst of all, celebrities come and go about the same time that I decide to buy a new underwear.
The only thing I can imagine is how empty the lives of people must be if they find exitement or joy in listening about the latest gossip of people they never know, and never will know, to the point they will need hourly or even daily updates.
I know I have enough friends in my life all having plenty of Korean Soap Dramas for me to worry the slightest bit about people who are little more than strangers on a big screen.
Rant.
So what's todays rant about? Something we hear about every single day.
I'm not really sure when it all started. Human nature is, of course, curious. And there's nothing more that curious humans love to do than to gossip.
Talk about who's sleeping with whom, who's cheating on what, who's dating this, what she said, what he said...he's a bitch, she's a dick, etc etc etc
That's fine. I'm not ranting about that.
What I've got serious problems is this...celebrity...business.
I really have no idea when it started with. I'm sure that ages ago people were all concerned about who Elvis was dating, and who Marilyn Monroe was sleeping with. It went on to Presidents and movie stars, sport stars with drug habits and rock stars who went into poverty.
But today's world is just ridiculous!
We have "papparazzi" hounding celebrities until they drive themselves to death (look at Princess Diana), until they have no personal life, until marriages break up or celebrities go insane.
But all that's fine, some of you may say, and I'll accept that. It's all part and parcel of the packaged deal. Earn 15 million dollars a movie, and you expect to get hounded by the press.
But what about people like me, who don't want to see this shit?
Every time I walk into a bookstore, at the magazine aisle, we'll see news tabloids filled with the latest 'gossips'. Huzzah! Now I don't have to watch the TV (Channel E anyone?) for it anymore, I can read it when I take a dump. Let's all take a crap whilst reading about Paris Hilton's latest fling.
At the very least, I certainly won't be short of toilet paper in the loo...
But that isn't what really broke the camel's back. The last straw has been the past few days, listening to the radio.
Where every radio station is giving me hourly updates about our 'favorite' celebrities.
Whoop-de frickin' doo?
I get to find out, at any point of the day, at any point of the week, who's dating whom, who slept with what, who farted over which dinner? About people whom I will never meet
And worst of all, celebrities come and go about the same time that I decide to buy a new underwear.
The only thing I can imagine is how empty the lives of people must be if they find exitement or joy in listening about the latest gossip of people they never know, and never will know, to the point they will need hourly or even daily updates.
I know I have enough friends in my life all having plenty of Korean Soap Dramas for me to worry the slightest bit about people who are little more than strangers on a big screen.
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