justnick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Been a while since I had a pop culture rant I am so sick of hearing about these multi-millionaire celebrities bitch about their privacy. In this case, I'm referring to Miley Cyrus, but I'm sure you can think of a dozen examples on your own. You can't make millions upon millions of dollars a year for doing something that's a) non labor intensive, b) not exactly of great value to society, and c) something millions of people around the world would do for free, and then complain when people become obsessed. Is it unhealthy? Yes. Is it your creation? Yes. So deal with it. You can't complain about privacy if you have a publicist. You may have noticed that word has PUBLIC in it. If you're going to be a lumberjack, you can't bitch about getting sap on your fingers. If you're going to be a shoe salesman, you can't bitch that you find feet disgusting. And if you've spent years manufacturing an image in order to convince kids to buy whatever random crap you stamp your face on, you can't complain that they want to see you. So, I'm supposed to want your face on my lunchbox, but not in my magazines? I'm only supposed to want to see your image when you're making money off of it, is that about right? Well, celebrities of the world, take notes, I'm about to deliver a seminar. You want your privacy back? Stop putting your faces on TV! Move the fuck out of Los Angeles. Stop shopping on Rodeo Drive. You want to get drunk and act foolish with your friends without getting disturbed? Have a goddamn house party. We both know you can afford it. Stop making club tracks, and try to write something with actual depth. Stop making music videos that feature how great your image consultants are. Stop trying to force feed us your image, and we won't want it. Quit eating millions and millions of cakes and then asking to have them too. You ever wonder why some mega celebs, think Johnny Depp, for instance, aren't constantly in the tabloids? Because they do their damn jobs and then go home. And their homes are not in motherfucking Los Angeles. If you're going to poison the youth of the world with consumeristic values and low self esteem without any kind of backlash, please don't complain when it works, and suddenly you've turned a perfectly healthy generation of people into bloodthirsty, capitalistic obsessives. And don't give me that shit about the lifestyle you're accustomed to. You make enough in a day for any regular person to retire on. You make enough money in one year to retire to the anonymity you claim to want on some tropical island. And if all you want is to be left alone, why do you have widely publicized comeback tours? If you wanted to be left alone, you would have split when the contract was up. Fucking self entitled spoiled brats make me angry. 11:24 a.m. - 2009-02-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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