I’ve seen quite a few posts by fellow bloggers recently taking about fame or being famous. Personally, I don’t see how anyone can handle fame nowadays in our 24/7 tabloid, “I’ve got to know everything about my favorite celebrity” culture. I don’t get the facination with celebrities in the first place. They’re just regular people who just have much cooler jobs than the rest of us. That’s it. That doesn’t make them better, or more interesting, than you or me.
When I was a kid, I used to dream about becoming famous: being a rock star, bursting onto the scene as the next big superstar athelete, or starring in hundreds of movies. It was so much simpler back then. Sure, there were scandals, but nowhere near to the level that they are now. I’m expecting E! to break into regularly scheduled programming the next time a celebrity wears sweatpants while out jogging.
(On a side note: Why does Joan Rivers have a fashion show? Who thought this was a good idea? Why does anyone care what she has to say about anything? And why should anyone take appearance advice from someone who has more plastic in her face than Barbie?)
If I were given the opportunity to star in a movie now, though, I don’t know if I would take it. Well, I’d probably take it, I just don’t know if I could handle it if the movie did well and launched me into stardom. I don’t think I’d be able to tolerate all of those reporters and their stupid questions. My family is not known for its tolerance of stupidity, so I’d probably get in trouble with the movie studio when I went on the promotional tour.
If I were a celebrity, and was asked a question about my work (if I was an actor, a question about my movies, or if I was a musician, a question about my music) I’d have no problem answering those. I’d probably enjoy it. Once I got asked questions that I thought were stupid, though, I’d give them a 4 word response every time, “Fuck you. Next question.”
This would probably not go over too well with the studio. They’d want me to act nice and polite. I wouldn’t do that, however. I’d give the reporters exactly what they give me. If they give me nice, polite, smart questions, I’d give them nice, polite, smart answers. If they give me anything else, I’d give them as much grief as I possible could.