Bottom Feeding
Thursday, January 31st, 2008I wish Britney Spears all the best. I hope Heath Ledger’s family can grieve and heal from their loss as time allows, and I even hold out a good thought for Tony Romo and his new girlfriend. Mazel tov!
But the onslaught and constant Chinese water torture of teasers, promos, gossip, “news,” and muckracking is just absolutely ridiculous. There is no good that can come of it. I don’t care if it “helps” someone to see Tyra’s cellulite; I don’t care if there are claims that Celebrity Rehab shows that Even Celebrities Are People Too. Any idiot can figure that out.
While I get a kick out of the snarkfest called The Soup, it’s not exactly the kind of thing that I want to spend my time on, sitting next to my child on the couch.
No, really, if you examine it even a little bit, there is nothing good that comes from participating in this kind of thing. It offers no return on the investment, it makes one jaded and it sucks up a whole lot of ink, money, and energy that could be devoted finer arts.
Like knitting.
Like Johnny Depp movies. I don’t need to know what he wears, what he smokes or what his children’s names are (Lily Rose and Jack) to know that I adore his performances. I do like hearing him talk about his work, but it is still not necessary.
Now, if you point me to an article or show where Johnny Depp is discussing knitting, well, that’s not bottom feeding then, is it? No, that would be inspiration!