The amassed crowds screamed and roared with joy as their star had arrived. Their banners and picket signs professed such love that the ambient air was almost filled with pink love-heart shaped butterflies flitting over everyone’s heads. Gathered press let off camera flash after camera flash looking like twinkling stars in a sky of crowded adoration. As the limousine pulled up, the screaming grew louder and more passionate and the swanky valet opened the door revealing…
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…A 62 year old old lady from Nuneaton who, despite the complications due to her age, still manages to go out every day and do chores and errands for her older friend who is housebound through disability.
Yeah. As if.
Welcome back to the real world folks. Sadly, individuals like this fictional old dear are usually never recognised. OK so there’s the occasional ‘Bravery Awards’ or local news human interest story about them. But otherwise this world does not celebrate true hard work, determination, effort, heart, soul and care. No, instead we have upon our front pages rampaging hordes of actors, singers, footballers and women who get their tits out for money.
Let me make my most controversial statement of my feelings on this subject now. Jade Goody. Died of cancer. I couldn’t give a flying fuck.
For those who don’t know (possibly because you’re from the US) Jade Goody was a vacuous, ignorant, racist idiot who rose to fame after being on a reality TV show called ‘Big Brother’ whereby they stick a group of idiots in a house and watch them grunt at each other for a week or two. Apart from, having been diagnosed with cervical cancer, doing some good work to raise awareness of the subject, she did next to nothing for humanity besides breathe and some would argue that even that was just a waste of oxygen. She deserved no press or publicity whatsoever; and certainly not for merely living, and dying, which is what she got. We all live, we all die. Where was my Grandad’s Hello magazine tribute when he died of cancer? Where was my friend’s father’s front page when he died of cancer? Where was the interview exclusive for my friend on his feelings on it? Why did Kylie Minogue get a sky1 documentary about surviving breast cancer with the best, most expensive care, treatment and support money can buy when all my mother got was an infection and money problems?
There are issues and events going on in this world that need addressing but our media is far too busy following an agenda of bullshit to mention them. There is no objectivity in our media anymore because they are all subjected to commercial pressures. There is no such thing as a free press if press costs, and earns, money.
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…A 62 year old old lady from Nuneaton who, despite the complications due to her age, still manages to go out every day and do chores and errands for her older friend who is housebound through disability.
Yeah. As if.
Welcome back to the real world folks. Sadly, individuals like this fictional old dear are usually never recognised. OK so there’s the occasional ‘Bravery Awards’ or local news human interest story about them. But otherwise this world does not celebrate true hard work, determination, effort, heart, soul and care. No, instead we have upon our front pages rampaging hordes of actors, singers, footballers and women who get their tits out for money.
Let me make my most controversial statement of my feelings on this subject now. Jade Goody. Died of cancer. I couldn’t give a flying fuck.
For those who don’t know (possibly because you’re from the US) Jade Goody was a vacuous, ignorant, racist idiot who rose to fame after being on a reality TV show called ‘Big Brother’ whereby they stick a group of idiots in a house and watch them grunt at each other for a week or two. Apart from, having been diagnosed with cervical cancer, doing some good work to raise awareness of the subject, she did next to nothing for humanity besides breathe and some would argue that even that was just a waste of oxygen. She deserved no press or publicity whatsoever; and certainly not for merely living, and dying, which is what she got. We all live, we all die. Where was my Grandad’s Hello magazine tribute when he died of cancer? Where was my friend’s father’s front page when he died of cancer? Where was the interview exclusive for my friend on his feelings on it? Why did Kylie Minogue get a sky1 documentary about surviving breast cancer with the best, most expensive care, treatment and support money can buy when all my mother got was an infection and money problems?
There are issues and events going on in this world that need addressing but our media is far too busy following an agenda of bullshit to mention them. There is no objectivity in our media anymore because they are all subjected to commercial pressures. There is no such thing as a free press if press costs, and earns, money.
Some of you might argue that I am only jealous. That I wish I got as much attention as these people got. I will admit that as a human being I do quite enjoy attention at times. We all do. We are social creatures. We crave community and the attention and support of that community. But I don’t seek attention. I enjoy what comes my way but I want credit for what I do, not for who I am. If a musician releases an album they should be credited for and rewarded for that and only that. What car they drive, what house they live in, whatever their personal and social health may be and what bloody underwear they choose should be their business and their business alone.
But what irritates me most is not the attention these people get, but the inexplicable wealth they receive. It is disgusting that there is still world poverty and meanwhile footballers could be earning anywhere from £25,000 to £250,000+ a WEEK for doing what a lot of men do for fun up and down the UK. There are actors and actresses who command huge fees into the tens of millions for starring in a movie and, well, they don’t fucking deserve it! How stupid do you have to be to think they do? Again, I am not jealous of their wealth. Money means nothing to me. Money is literally a valueless idea, and one that I think we have to get rid of if this species wants to maintain survival. I just can’t understand how any individual could feel they deserve that much money for playing football, singing a song, acting in a film or any other activity that could put you in the limelight or amass a bank balance (bankers, I’m looking in your direction…) and actually think you deserve it more than, say, a HIV positive African child who has to provide for his/her younger siblings due to their father having been murdered by militia and their mother having died of AIDs. They have to travel miles a day to get a small amount of food and dirty water just to survive and yet, they keep struggling.
There is no perspective in this world and the proof of that is on your front pages, in your twitter trends, amongst your facebook likes and plastered over every major newsmedia website across the length and breadth of the World Wide Web.
I’m getting rather angry and upset now…The trail of thought that was in my head is now just an explosive muddle of ire, upset and expletives. Because unlike a population of individuals who are so wrought with insecurity and banality that they have to aspire to be somebody, I just want to be me. And rather than worry about what some glamour model tart wore to a party, or what an actress or actor had to say about something, I’m too busy thinking about the unsung tales of that poor old lady, or the African child.
I know this blog may offend some people who enjoy celebrity culture. For that I am sorry. I am truly sorry you’re an inhuman, vacuous, soulless dunce. I still love you. And I hope my words can at least make you think before you next purchase a daily tabloid, or before you tune into some mediocre reality TV programme. Because unlike you, I love everyone regardless of whether they make it into my newspaper or not.
There is no perspective in this world and the proof of that is on your front pages, in your twitter trends, amongst your facebook likes and plastered over every major newsmedia website across the length and breadth of the World Wide Web.
I’m getting rather angry and upset now…The trail of thought that was in my head is now just an explosive muddle of ire, upset and expletives. Because unlike a population of individuals who are so wrought with insecurity and banality that they have to aspire to be somebody, I just want to be me. And rather than worry about what some glamour model tart wore to a party, or what an actress or actor had to say about something, I’m too busy thinking about the unsung tales of that poor old lady, or the African child.
I know this blog may offend some people who enjoy celebrity culture. For that I am sorry. I am truly sorry you’re an inhuman, vacuous, soulless dunce. I still love you. And I hope my words can at least make you think before you next purchase a daily tabloid, or before you tune into some mediocre reality TV programme. Because unlike you, I love everyone regardless of whether they make it into my newspaper or not.
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