When I started this blog, I decided to be highly cynical about everything, with the odd gush. So far pretty much everything has been gush. I’ve just gushed about everything. Well almost everything. But this post is going to be different. I have decided to give cynical another try. But what to be cynical about?
I was actually very surprised that I had to think about that. Normally I have no problem thinking of something to complain about. It usually comes naturally. Hmmm…..
I recently read a number of articles about celebrity privacy, or rather the lack of it. It was about how celebrities seem to have no privacy these days, and how everything they do is scrutinised. It went into quite a bit of detail about how unscrupulous the paparazzi are these days.
But it’s not just the paparazzi. It’s almost everybody. The other day I was talking to a friend of mine who I haven’t seen in a while. After a while the conversation turned to books, specifically “The Hunger Games”, a book which I happen to love. We started to talk about the upcoming movie and lets just say the conversation suddenly became much more animated. Well half of it anyway.
My friend started rambling on about Josh Hutcherson, the actor who plays “Peeta” in the movie. And when I say “rambling on”, I mean she took out her phone and showed me pictures. But not picture pictures, like movie pictures. I’m talking actual pictures of him, with his family and friends, and just in random places. Not professionally taken pictures (though she did have plenty of them aswell), but private pictures, like of him when he was a baby etcetera. Now is it just me, or is that borderline fanatic?
When I asked her did she not think it was a bit creepy to have the pictures, she replied “He’s famous, so I’m allowed to stalk him. He’s earned it.”
Is that really our attitude towards celebrities? They’re famous they deserve it. They deserve to not be able to go to the supermarket without encountering a paparazzi? They deserve not to be able to walk their dog without being hassled for an autograph? That if their shoes don’t match their dress (heaven forbid!) they deserve to be torn apart by the press? If the answer to any of these questions is yes, I advise you to take a good look at your morals.
But it’s not just celebrities. Here’s a link to an article on “the Guardian” which describes how the family of a stab victim were invaded and assaulted but unscrupulous paparazzi. In my opinion that is just horrific. I mean whatever about criticising Lady Gaga’s latest excuse for an outfit, this is just a vile and inexcusable invasion of privacy.
That’s about the end of my rant for today, I apologise for the recent lack of posts, but it’s exam season, so that comes first. So until next time just remember:
Being famous isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and Jazz hands make everything better.