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28 July 2004 - 12:25 You know, celebritydom is a funny wee thing. And apparently it can be made even more thanks to those wonderful jouralists who "tell it like it is"... I found myself reading this and my insatiable curiosity led me to read this. Both articles seemingly about the same thing. Two very different angles. Both asking the same question: Should a celebrity's professional life be affected by his personal indescretions? I am fully of the belief that being a celebrity is a full time job. It is a job. A job. Odd as that may seem for those who work the traditional 9-5 treadmill to head back to the glorious anonimity of our rabbit warrens. Which is why our society needs these celebrities. To entertain us with their talent (stand down Ms Hilton) and to provide us with drama, colour and distraction. But to what end? When do we care and when do we not care? Celebritydom is such a damn paradox. People care enough about Sven Eriksson's personal behaviours to suggest that he should lose his job. I find it hilarious in "The Sun" article that all the emphasis is on the sordid details of a man's wild sexual affair: Yet in the aftermath of Englands glorious failure at Euro 2004 there was no call for his dismissal. Is it OK to fail professionally in your new-found celebrity status? Is it absolutely not OK to fail as a human being? Is it because the rest of us minions fail constantly; that the idea of someone we put on a pedestal failing the human race is so reprehensible, that they must be cast down and made an example of? Or is it because it reaffirms who we all really are anyway? And that is simply unacceptable. Of course there are the tortured celebrities. Those who never wanted to be there yet are revered for their pain and suffering in the face of tremendous media pressure, despite their enormous talent and flair. Kurt Cobain. Selfish asshole. He failed abysmally as a human being, leaving a daughter with junkie mother and a generation of disillusioned kids. Of course we expect the celebrity to fail. If he or she doesn't they become boring. Ineffectual. Obselete. Thus the paradox. Perhaps it's not the celebrities who are the funny wee ones. Maybe it's you and me. Who care enough to have an opinion about a face they don't know. Who collectively have the power to bring that person up and then cast them down. Makes anonimity seem blissful sometimes.
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