Post by The Curmudgeon on Apr 2, 2007 11:34:21 GMT 2
Coming from the UK, it's nigh-on impossible not to have seen these two faces. Jade and Chantelle; both talentless and charmless media whores, yet both are rich, successful and never away from the headlines of tabloid newspapers. Why? Because they are stars of reality television, making them instant household names in Britain, who's ravenous hunger for low-brow, pathetic entertainment knows no bounds, and as a result fame obsessed, talent scourged idiots become "celebrities" in the blink of an eye.
Don't get me wrong; there is nothing wrong with being interested in famous people. They're on our movie screens, our CD players and hung up on our walls. They live lives we don't and can only dream of. Bruce Willis IS a star. Britney Spears IS a pop-star. The column inches they garner are testament to the hard work and genuine TALENT that they have. But our culture, fueled by glossy toilet paper like Heat, Now and a hundred other media abominations latch on to soul-less, dead-eyed zero talent drones like Paul Danan, Jeff Brazier and Chico and try and make the public care about them. The reason for this is simple..
It's 1000 times easier to get a "World Exclusive" four page interview with Kerry Katona, talking about her life, her love, her kids and her addictions than it is to get even a "good morning" from say, Mel Gibson. Far cheaper too.
If you look through your TV guide for this week you will no doubt spot about twenty programs with the dreaded word "Celebrity" in the title. And if you should, for some reason, choose to watch any of these programs you will see the kind of people I'm on about, who haunt the pages of these vacuous rags, desperate to cling to their tiny wisp of fame for as long as they can.
Whereas good people like you and me treat these people with the contempt they deserve, it's the Heat readers that embrace them to their hollow black hearts. They couldn't name you a song by, say, Bob Dylan if their lives depended on it, but you bet they know every word to Shayne fucking Ward's latest catastrophic effort. They don't know who genuinely TALENTED celebrities are, but they could point out Jeremy Edwards in a thousand man line up.
So what does The Curmudgeon want you to do? Simple - just say NO to the brain-dead glossy gossip mags, say NO to cheap, cardboard cut out reality programs which threaten to totally over-take the television schedules and say NO to being interested in the plankton of, as Morrissey recently said, that "disgusting word" celebrity. They certainly don't belong here, in The Curmudgeon's Fortress Of Solitude, but they should also be banned from being any part of your everyday lives.
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