“Nobody’s taking my house. Who is my family?”
Britney Spears upon learning her father, Jamie, would have control of her estate and medical condition. Hmm. I didn’t read any similar quotes when her children were taken away…
“Heath Ledger died from accidental overdose of prescription drugs, autopsy concludes.”
Two anti-anxiety drugs, two sleeping aids, and two painkillers, all prescribed, combined to kill Heath Ledger at 28. Please, if this is the future of Universal Healthcare, I think I’ll pass. Who, exactly, prescribed his lethal arsenol of drugs?
I hope the next time you’re at one of those “throw everything in the glass bowl & let’s get high” parties you’ll think twice about the dangers of mixing prescription drugs.
“I’m proud of the film we’re here for, but I also like this free jacket I’m wearing!”
Matthew Perry to CNN at the Sundance Film Festival where he enjoyed the gift-giving suites. (By the way, the “film” is Birds of Prey.) It’s bad enough that we’re becoming a nation of haves and have-nots, but to gleefully rub our noses in it… I’m thinking some of Colorado’s homeless could damn well use the jacket more than Mr. Perry.
“I mean, I know that’s what I look for when I wake up in the morning (hard news)… And, you can find it if you’re looking for it…” Angelina Jolie talking to People Magazine.
I’m not an Angelina Jolie fan, but she has a great point. StarDUMB is taking time that people could spend shoring up their knowledge on Presidential candidates, learning about global warming, studying the economy, or reading a good book if all the rest of it is too depressing.
Have we become a nation of rubberneckers? Are our own personal universes so bleak that we need the fix of the rich and famous failing to feel better? Is there some perverse satisfaction in seeing the toppling of people we once idolized?
I don’t think so. I actually think StarDUMB has replaced reading, which, as an author, I find sadly regretable. People used to hide in, escape with, take comfort in books. Fiction took us to foreign lands, warmed our romantic imaginations, allowed us to be angry or outraged. Words brought tears and cheers; satisfaction and sadness. We don’t sit down anymore and let stories fill the emotional voids in our life. Instead, we look to strangers to excite, entice, and engage us with their stupidity, sorrow and sensationalism. It isn’t the “ah, how sweet” that garners clicks galore. It’s the absurd, awful, ugly side of celebrity that has the net buzzing. Personally, I prefer meltdown’s in my fictional characters. They don’t destroy real life babies, parents, friends and siblings along with them.
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