Hot, or at least luke-warm, on the designer heels of Ms. Jolie's repulsive efforts to neuter the very press on which her entire notoriety was built and depends comes news that the faded, lip-syncher Victoria Beckham is doing the same thing.
Anyone misguided enough to want to experience monosyllabic discourse with this C-List egocentric is now required to sign a form stating they will only ask questions relevant to the fact that she's grown so desperate for attention [and money] that she's turned her relationship with a past-the-prime soccer player and their greed-fuelled relocation to the US into another tawdry example of that ubiquitous temple of the faded, a Reality show.
What, may I ask, is wrong with these people?? The desire to achieve celebrity has many motivating factors, and, distasteful though it might be to discuss or admit, one of the most potent is the desire to be the focus of widespread attention. It is the fortune of very few to ever achieve this goal and the pages of history are spattered with heart-breaking tales of those we lost on the trip. You might therefore expect anyone who achieves that rare privilege to display some degree of appreciation for the visibility and interest they deliberately worked to create?
Apparently, you'd be delusional. The merest sliver of such behavior is now only an option.
Whether this new incident is genetic stupidity, or narcissistic plagiarism is hard to fathom. But my advice to both is simple enough to be comprehensible, even to those so intellectually stunted as to have condoned the production of these lamentable displays of egocentric hubris:
Should you ever truly achieve the separation from the media you now adamantly claim is your desire, both your ego and the superficial career you exploited them to create would collapse in the vacuum. Your simplest recourse is to quit. There are 5,000 performers in L.A. alone who could replace you tomorrow and leave both the media and their audiences open-mouthed in delight. And they would both deserve and be grateful for the attention.
Your options are simple, Ladies. Recant or Resign. We dare you to pick one.
Anyone misguided enough to want to experience monosyllabic discourse with this C-List egocentric is now required to sign a form stating they will only ask questions relevant to the fact that she's grown so desperate for attention [and money] that she's turned her relationship with a past-the-prime soccer player and their greed-fuelled relocation to the US into another tawdry example of that ubiquitous temple of the faded, a Reality show.
What, may I ask, is wrong with these people?? The desire to achieve celebrity has many motivating factors, and, distasteful though it might be to discuss or admit, one of the most potent is the desire to be the focus of widespread attention. It is the fortune of very few to ever achieve this goal and the pages of history are spattered with heart-breaking tales of those we lost on the trip. You might therefore expect anyone who achieves that rare privilege to display some degree of appreciation for the visibility and interest they deliberately worked to create?
Apparently, you'd be delusional. The merest sliver of such behavior is now only an option.
Whether this new incident is genetic stupidity, or narcissistic plagiarism is hard to fathom. But my advice to both is simple enough to be comprehensible, even to those so intellectually stunted as to have condoned the production of these lamentable displays of egocentric hubris:
Should you ever truly achieve the separation from the media you now adamantly claim is your desire, both your ego and the superficial career you exploited them to create would collapse in the vacuum. Your simplest recourse is to quit. There are 5,000 performers in L.A. alone who could replace you tomorrow and leave both the media and their audiences open-mouthed in delight. And they would both deserve and be grateful for the attention.
Your options are simple, Ladies. Recant or Resign. We dare you to pick one.
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