Sunday 10 January 2010

My friends aren't famous yet.

As a member of society, the most potentially gratifying moment of my ridiculously over glorified existence is to be known to people of whom I do not know myself. To be stopped by smiling strangers who want nothing more than for you to scribble on a piece a paper, acknowledge their existence and smile next to them in a photo to portray the illusion that you are now their friend. We are obsessed with the concept of fame, regardless of how fleeting and impermanent that may be. Let's face it, fame or rather, the golden age of fame is well and truly dead. The baton has now been passed on to children, or those with the equivalent mental capacity, as they seem to be the only passable specimens of humanity which actually care about the encounter of a celebrity, so long as it was manufactured by Disney, Big Brother or something.

We would much rather see a celebrity put on weight and cry than sign a book at some sort of convention. This is partially due to the revolution of quote, un-quote, reality TV. Granted, there is no such thing as it all exhibits from that fucking Hawthorne effect which ruins the possibility of ever seeing the true nature of humans acting like humans, while being filmed. People have been raised by television to believe that there is some sort of rat race for the approval and recognition of other people who watch TV. Your wholesome talents for singing or playing an instrument are nothing but means of which to humiliate and destroy yourself, like a well placed beggar whose charity income is relative to how much he or she can degrade themselves for our egocentric entertainment.

Well, the boys with the most toys don't win and the more people that know you exist, the more people will hate you, unless you die or write a book describing the mundane strive of your rise to stardom. The public is an angry mob with an unquenchable thirst for naivety and spectacle, like a best friend who turns on you without warning then laughs and goads your crippling misfortune. In conclusion, fame should be exclusively reserved for the fools and jesters, lets make medicine, fun and beauty then fuck everything else.