Here’s a rhetorical question: Why does everyone get all bat-shit crazy whenever Miley Cyrus gets naked? Maybe people can’t let got of the Hannah Montana image of her. She seems to have put it behind her. Maybe if we ignore her antics, she’ll eventually go away. She’s had her fifteen minutes of fame and then some. So let’s all be like, “Oh, Miley’s naked again. Isn’t that nice?” It shouldn’t be a big deal for anybody to get naked and I think more people should do it more often and in more places.
It was a powerful speech, not just about gay issues but how the entertainment media feeds us all these “standards” about how we’re supposed to act, how we’re supposed to look, what we’re supposed to believe.
I don’t place much value on entertainment in general and the entertainment industry in particular. Their definitions don’t define my beliefs or my attitudes. Sure they have some influence but I try to be aware of that influence then I evaluate it and determine if it fits my truth and if it rings true to my soul.
Entertainment is primarily a distraction for the masses, drawing their attention away from the real problems in the world and keeping them from achieving their full potential as human beings. Like the news and advertising media, they play upon our fears and insecurities. I don’t see the media in this country (and I suspect it may be true of most countries) as all that much different from the spectacles in the Roman Colosseum. Instead of being government sponsored, they are for profit. But they serve the same purpose — distraction of the masses. Keep the people entertained and fearful.
It doesn’t matter to me if Ellen Page, or anyone else, is gay. Their sexual orientation has nothing to do with their worthiness as a human being. Who they sleep with or who they marry has little effect on my life. What does it matter? There are over 7 billion souls living on this planet in human form. Everyone of them is a unique individual yet everyone of them share common traits, feelings, and emotions. Each of these individuals were born, they go through the aging process, they live their lives the best they can, and everyone of them will, at some point, die. We are all connected to one another; we should ever forget that.
My favorite line is, “I am tired of hiding and I am tired of lying by omission.” I believe that applies universally. How much of ourselves do we hide from others and how often do we lie about ourselves by simply not talking about our feelings, our beliefs, or our preferences? I’ve been unable to find a reference but the Star Trek character Spock is to have said, “A truth unspoken is not a lie.” Maybe sometimes it is.
Another meaningless Facebook poll: After Tiger Woods’ apology, do you forgive him?
I have two questions regarding this. One, why does Tiger Woods owe me an apology? Second, does he really need my forgiveness?
Tiger Woods has done nothing to cause me harm, grief, or offense. Yeah, he was unfaithful to his wife and slept around with some women. He’s not the first man to commit adultery and he probably won’t be the last. I don’t approve of adultery but I’m not going to hold it against him.
Since he has not caused me any harm, grief, or offense, he doesn’t specifically need my forgiveness, not that he’s ever asked for it. But if it will make him feel better and help him get his life together, here it is — “Tiger, I forgive you. Now don’t let it happen again.”
Carrie Fisher gets my vote for the best rant by an actress in a space opera trilogy.
If you don’t already know, I don’t put much stock in the aura of celebritihood, the tabloids, the gossip shows, or in celebrity words and thoughts. I’m too busy trying to keep my own world from imploding to worry about theirs. Although their worlds and my world are light years apart, I assume that many of them are really good, decent, down to earth people and all that crap you read and hear about them is just that, crap. Now and then I stumble across something that isn’t Hollywood, like Carrie Fisher’s blog, to confirm that assumption.
OK, she looked good in Star Wars and she looked particularly hot as Jabba the Hutt’s slave. But that was 30 some years ago. Time does not stand still for anybody. I loved her blog post. I love a good rant and can deeply respect someone who can deliver one with grace and eloquence. You’re OK in my book, Carrie! Oh, and you were great in The Blues Brothers and The Man With One Red Shoe. (Yes, there is more to life than Star Wars.)
I’ve been reading more of her blog and it’s very interesting.
I fail to see any logical basis for the deification of Michael Jackson. He was a musician and entertainer whose dramatic and troubled life entertained millions just as much, if not more, than his music did. I can’t deny his appeal to the hoi polloi although the majority of is work held little or no appeal to me. Nor did the drama of his personal life.
I never understood the deification of Elvis either.
I saw a comment in my spam filter the other day asking if I was going to write a post about Michael Jackson in my blog. The short answer is “No.”
It’s sad that he has passed away, especially at such a relatively young age. I’m sure the world will seem an emptier place without him. An untimely death is always cause for us to reflect on our own mortality.
As incredible as it may seem, I do not count myself among the legions of fans. I have the Thriller album and it may well have been his opus. He was certainly talented but, overall, his body of work didn’t speak to me. His music was too “pop” for my tastes. Well, he was “The King of Pop.”
May he rest in peace.
Have you ever met or known someone who has the same name as you (first and last) but is not a relative?
No. But there is a well-known set designer in Hollywood with the same first and last name as me. He’s done lots of major movies. Oh, to have his annual income.