Hansel’s focus is intense! Must be a good part of the story
Hansel’s focus is intense! Must be a good part of the story
Oscar likes to read when he’s all snuggled up in the pillows of the couch
As the temperatures dip and the stores begin wheeling out pumpkin muffins and pies (who am I kidding, they are straight up selling Christmas already in Wal Mart!), we are
bludgeoned over the head reminded that this fantastic season is coming to a close and school will soon begin.
Though I am no longer a teacher, I still have that early September anticipation, as if I’m going to have a set of small, nervous faces in front of me in a matter of days. I have an anxiety hangover, the kind where I’m convinced I’m not ready for the big day, like that nightmare everyone has at some point – you know the one, where it’s time for the test and you are late to school, only to realize upon arrival that you haven’t studied? Yeah, imagine that. All day. All week. Except there’s no test to take, let alone a classroom to decorate!
September will be different for me this year as I embark on my new path as an author and a marketing/editorial assistant, and I can’t say I am feeling all that sad about not having to fret over labels on books or whether I sharpened enough pencils. There will be some aspects I miss – the kids, for one. Especially my kids…you know who you are. (I love you, you’re the best in the world, and never change!!! <3) But the little things (last minute dismissal changes, recess duties, behaving in ways that go against my very being, a.k.a. grading creative writing…) are all things I can definitely live without.
I wish my former comrades luck on the swing set-dotted battlefields next week. I’ll be thinking of you, and probably sweating sympathy bullets over not feeling ready for summer to end.
This guy is all, “We get it, you published a book. We’re over you and this social media business. Where’s our damn food?”
Because I know you’ve already purchased a copy of Spiral and are anxiously awaiting its arrival on your doorstep, I think now is a good time to talk about fame. As you know (because you bought the book already…or at least read about it….right? RIGHT? C’mon, people!), Spiral is about a boy who falls for a girl while she falls from grace in the public eye.
There’s a debate out there regarding fame, with some people believing famous peeps need to expect their private joys/traumas/humiliations will be trumpeted around the world because, you know, that’s what they signed up for, right? These celebs deserve it, don’t they? They signed on the dotted line of the media marriage agreement and promised us they’d be there for us, in the spotlight, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, til death do us part. In exchange, we make them so important to the world that the President invites them over for beers and basketball, and so rich that they get for free the kinds of bags only they can afford to buy. FOR FREE, PEOPLE.
Some people don’t see it that way, though. I, for one, choose to believe that these exceptionally talented and beautiful people didn’t sign up to be the circus-animals/sideshow-freaks we’ve made them out to be.
Sidenote: I’m not talking about reality TV celebs here either, let’s just get that straight – those guys went and invited cameras and the world into their living rooms (or VH1′s massive mansion of the week, whatever). Paps can follow Megan from Megan Wants a Millionaire around all day. ALL DAY! And she’d love it, guys, for reals.
Back to the celebs in questions: The boundaries we choose not to give celebrities works both ways, right? They agree to let us watch everything they do at every minute, and we agree to look the other way when they have embarrassing moments, right? Except, no, they didn’t really give us the right to peek into their disastrous break up, and we do not give them half of a break when they gain five pounds and produce a hair of a muffin top.
This is especially true when it comes to young stars and starlets. These kids (and I use that term loosely; some are lawfully recognized adults) are plucked out of childhood and plopped into stardom, sometimes because they want to be and sometimes just to get their wild-eyed Joan Crawford-esque stage mom to love them. There are so many great child actors and pop stars who steer their ship in the right direction, making “good choices” (whatever that means) and enjoying their success with bright smiles and clean public records. But then there are those who fall; some stumble a little before eating it, and some just completely land on their faces while everyone looks on and doesn’t try to help them up. Can we really fault these guys? With so much afforded to them, bad things can happen without diligent supervision or, basically, someone telling them, “No, you will not go drive your other friends who smoke pot around in your Maserati!” I’m looking at you, JB.
We’ve all seen how fame can give folks a sense of invincibility, a certain measure of “I can do this because I’m me” kind of mindset. And that’s when the photogs, the gossip bloggers, and the former assistants who decide to sue you for frivolous and not so frivolous acts, step in to totally take that feeling and crush it. (insert image of Dikembe Mutombo wagging his finger and saying, “No, no, no!”)
So let’s think about Young Hollywood for a second: Can you imagine having boatloads of money, tons of friends (real or not), the finest clothes and cars, and access to the best places everyone who is anyone wants to be? Can we really say we blame them for not always using the best judgement or taking part in things that might not be in their best interest (read as: legal)?
To top it off, not only do these kids have to stay the hell out of trouble when society practically begs them to do whatever they want, they have to be good citizens, great role models, and set the example for the world’s youth to follow. If they don’t uphold that hefty end of the bargain, they deserve to be demoted, not only as role models, but as people. Yes, these poor kids who make the same mistakes all kids make (wearing a provocative outfit, having a drink, driving too fast) are demonized for not being perfect. Let he without sin…ya hear me?
So, now’s your turn to sound off. What do you think about fame and the celebrity’s right to privacy or responsibility to set good examples and heal the world? Cherie’s story is pure fiction, but it’s based on the reality of celebrity. If she were real, would you feel bad for her? Would you even like her? Leave your comments below! If you need a little inspiration, here’s a bit of Britney to help you get your writing juices flowing:
That’s right, folks! Totally a published author right now. Totally excited and nervous and all the things you’re supposed to feel when your creative work goes out of your hands and into the world. I hope it rocks! I hope you love it! But most of all…
I hope my husband lets me publish the next one soon…
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