The New Philosophy
I HAD to blog this...it's too funny! Barring divorces, hook ups, mix ups and show ups, here is the sociology behind giving a damn about LaLa land.
The new cool involves saying "Who cares?!" about all tidbits sprinkling down from Hollywood. I even had a good friend suggest that I change the name of my blog. I am not trendy, dear readers, I am just M.~. Therefore, I will expound on my reasoning for the 'screen goddess complex' I suffer from.
I.D.C.
"I don't care!" is not always a tantrum-driven rant by a teenager, it can be the 'enough is enough' cry of the average American toward the excessive coverage of other peoples' personal lives. I'll admit, each tidbit that makes a favorite star a little more 'human' to me is accumulated from time-to-time: birthdays, weddings, events that mirror episodes in my life. Like, the fact that Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas share a birthdate twenty-five years apart (and that both share my zodiac sign) was of interest to me when they married- the cost of the wedding...not so much. Old Hollywood fascinates me because it was all image and beholding; rarely was there a candid shot of a drunken starlet making her way home in her friend's car. 'Old Hollywood' represents what we try so desperately to recapture whenever we pay ten bucks to go to the movies...somewhere to escape to.
I know some who do not wish to hear anything at all about any entertainers; they simply want to see them as magical people who appear and disappear to amuse them for an hour or two. They generally lack imagination and have hobbies that have nothing to do with the creative muse. I fear it would spoil their 'realism' if they were to see Jessica Alba as more than a pretty character in a film!
The recent Paris Hilton drama has alot more people saying 'enough is enough!'. I can honestly say I didn't lift a brow until they let her out of prison EARLY. My sense of justice and fairplay had me listening on the edge of my seat for the judgement. Even now I wonder if their will be any repercussions- not for her- but for the Sheriff or Judge: one seeming to overstep his boundaries; the other seeming to over-impose his authority. Now for that, I'll stay tuned! Just think what would happen if no one really cared what was happening with her situation and the newshounds did not cover it? A student of Criminal Justice like myself would have never known of this pertinent judicial incident. Granted, my curiosity concerning Chazz Palmiteri's inseam measurements during the filming of "Analyze This!" was less than intellectually driven, however, most times my curiosity centers on those things that affect the general populace.
For those who wonder when this new philosophy came about, I trace it back to this article I read approximately three years ago. M.~http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2004/07/18/i_dont_care_for_some_bostonians_thednc_has_another_acronym/
The new cool involves saying "Who cares?!" about all tidbits sprinkling down from Hollywood. I even had a good friend suggest that I change the name of my blog. I am not trendy, dear readers, I am just M.~. Therefore, I will expound on my reasoning for the 'screen goddess complex' I suffer from.
I.D.C.
"I don't care!" is not always a tantrum-driven rant by a teenager, it can be the 'enough is enough' cry of the average American toward the excessive coverage of other peoples' personal lives. I'll admit, each tidbit that makes a favorite star a little more 'human' to me is accumulated from time-to-time: birthdays, weddings, events that mirror episodes in my life. Like, the fact that Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas share a birthdate twenty-five years apart (and that both share my zodiac sign) was of interest to me when they married- the cost of the wedding...not so much. Old Hollywood fascinates me because it was all image and beholding; rarely was there a candid shot of a drunken starlet making her way home in her friend's car. 'Old Hollywood' represents what we try so desperately to recapture whenever we pay ten bucks to go to the movies...somewhere to escape to.
I know some who do not wish to hear anything at all about any entertainers; they simply want to see them as magical people who appear and disappear to amuse them for an hour or two. They generally lack imagination and have hobbies that have nothing to do with the creative muse. I fear it would spoil their 'realism' if they were to see Jessica Alba as more than a pretty character in a film!
The recent Paris Hilton drama has alot more people saying 'enough is enough!'. I can honestly say I didn't lift a brow until they let her out of prison EARLY. My sense of justice and fairplay had me listening on the edge of my seat for the judgement. Even now I wonder if their will be any repercussions- not for her- but for the Sheriff or Judge: one seeming to overstep his boundaries; the other seeming to over-impose his authority. Now for that, I'll stay tuned! Just think what would happen if no one really cared what was happening with her situation and the newshounds did not cover it? A student of Criminal Justice like myself would have never known of this pertinent judicial incident. Granted, my curiosity concerning Chazz Palmiteri's inseam measurements during the filming of "Analyze This!" was less than intellectually driven, however, most times my curiosity centers on those things that affect the general populace.
For those who wonder when this new philosophy came about, I trace it back to this article I read approximately three years ago. M.~http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2004/07/18/i_dont_care_for_some_bostonians_thednc_has_another_acronym/
Labels: Hollywood justice, IDC, Lala-Land
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