Once in a while, I dare to detour to the surreal utopian world of celebrities, wherein I inject my superfluous opinions on what Google assessed as the Most Popular subject on the internet that day. Presently, it is about the Beckhams moving to the silicone addicted, reality challenged world of Hollywood, and the current heated debate is whether the omnipresent and Scientology advocate, Tom Cruise, had any role in making that happen. To be honest, does it really matter that they are relocating to Hollywood because of Cruise’s influence, or that personally, the Beckhams wanted desperately to be immersed with similarly I.Q. challenged compadres who can relate to what it’s like to be publicly adored and intimately shallow in life?
The poignant relevancy is that the most superficially acceptable, media approved couple, is moving to the continent of the USA where assets like that alone would make them millions in publicity. Welcome to Hollywood, where no talent or brain is required. (Got Paris Hilton?)
Ladies, we are talking about the ubiquitously perfect male, David Beckham. While I vehemently despise any type of perfection, be it metaphysical or physical, which is an extremely rare and absolutely unattainable commodity on my budget, I must acknowledge that it is David Beckham, the small god of all men! In recognition of my fame obsession problem, David Beckham is arguably the closest thing to perfection. THE golden Beckham that always has a boyish smile on his flawless face, ex-captain of the salvaged English football team, and long term spouse of the equally impeccable Victoria Beckham, ex-Spice girl that generated catchphrases such as girl power.
The general obsession with celebrities and their dating antics has gotten to a shamefully astounding level in the USA. Celebrities get more press coverage on their disastrous relationship decisions than the fact that George W. Bush just committed more troops to the Iraq war, or that Saddam Hussein was hanged in a fashion that ironically, turned him into a martyr instead of the merciless, cruel dictator that he truly was. With all the devastating events emerging from all parts of the world, Google informs us that the Beckhams story is more popular based on the number of hits and headlines than the tragic Indonesian jetliner crash that killed over 100 people.
People might think that this rings close to a psychotic rant from a registered left-winged democrat, but on the contrary, this is an observation of the stark reality created by an abundant coverage of celebrities in their gloriously shiny dresses and meticulously styled hair. A popular USA news program called 20/20 recently did an expose titled “Are we addicted to fame?” wherein an astonishingly amount of middle schoolers heavily indicated on a survey that they’d rather be a celebrity assistant than a President of Harvard or Yale; the CEO of a big company like General Motors; a U.S. Senator; or a Navy SEAL. According to the report, most believe that fame would resolve all their problems, and even though being famous was not an option on the survey, being close to a celebrity was just as desirable. In fact, when asked if they could push a button to be smarter, stronger, beautiful, or famous, it was nearly shocking to discover that most students picked fame over intelligence and looks. What does that say about the future populace of America?
One can only hope that they are the silent, apathetic part of America, otherwise what we have to look forward to is Arnold Schwarzengger and Warren Beatty as President and Vice President, respectively. In order to curb this obsession with celebrities, our personal mission is to advance a proper mechanism of cold indifference and solidify disregard for movie stars.
If David Beckham is the media’s next convoluted inspiration for impeccable muscles and golden looks, then we should applaud the fact that he’s transitioning to Hollywood, because he will be in good company with the likes of Brad Pitt and George Clooney. These actors spend hours with their stylist and make-up artist just so they can look “natural.” While we can certainly appreciate the celebrities’ physiological perfection which only substantial money can buy, we must indiscriminately exclude them from becoming a part of our subsistence living. The general populace shop at their local discounted department stores and is a size 10, not two as the skinny talking heads will tell you on their daily entertainment show..
Do not buy the hype! Reality is not based on what you see in glossy magazines and on the big screen. Turn off the TV and cancel your subscription!
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