May 23, 2006
Protected: Star Wars is teh Hott
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May 6, 2006
Pink is the new stupid effing dumbass
God DAMN IT. I wanted to write in here frequently. I wanted to do a lot of things. But after we left our suburban home, absolutely nothing went as planned. I especially didn’t want to spend the next entry speaking negatively, but I find myself in a very frustrated state and in need of a vent.
What I think I really want is to live someplace where people are magically not aware of celebrity culture. Hearing my 15 year old sister say that she wants to “go to parties all over the world”, “be beautiful and skinny”, and have a life like those represented on celebrity blogs makes me livid! Who the fuck decided this nonsense was was to be accepted? How did so many people agree that we were to emulate, or at least desire, a manufactured image? Why does anybody care what clothing size Lionel Ritchie’s daughter wears or what spoiled heiress some other spoiled hieress is dating? WTF? Why do we even need to remind ourselves that celebrities have stylists, hair and makeup teams, publicists, receive free “designer” clothing and jewelry, spend huge chunks of time exercising and in plastic surgeon’s offices, follow unhealthy diets, play PR games like “being seen” with other celebrities, and get airbrushed to hell in every photo we see of them? Why don’t we instinctively see these fluffy facsimiles of humans as simply the advertising vehicles they are? When I hear that so-and-so just “signed on as the spokesperson” of product X, I don’t think how lucky or famous they must be. Instead I wonder why I am supposed to care that he/she will now be paid to pretend to like some product. Why are we raising a generation of girls, who just a few years ago were told they could run the world, to want to be objects again? When was the last time I heard anyone say they wish they had the knowledge, skill, or morals of a famous person? Where are the posters and fan sites for the people who dedicate their lives to helping others? Am I cynical, practical, or both?
It’s been weird staying here at my family’s house for so long. Every day I hear the damage that has been done to my impressionable teenage sister simply by being exposed to celebrity culture. Her mixture of a bad childhood and their taunts of how small and ugly her life is has become like an albatross around her neck. As an easy, brain-dead activity she looks at pop culture blogs with wide, adoring eyes, and walks away feeling fat, ugly, and useless. If only she saw what I saw. If only more people took a stand, demanding more for their minds than watching actors and actresses (and the genuine do-nothings inbetween) continue to play act their way through life. My sister tells me with conviction that couture is only designed in size 0, and that there’s some Victoria Secret model who wears 00, therefore of course her newly starved size 5 frame is obese. GOD DAMN IT.
I’ve spent what feels like the bulk of my adult years fighting injustice. Maybe I go looking for causes, because despite my full plate I feel further convicted to somehow reverse at least a bit of this insanity. I hope I can find a way to make a difference. I hope I can at least help give my sister another view of the world, free of time wasters like fame.
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