Today we hear celebrity culture is damaging our youth. Drunkeness, promiscuity, drugs and fame are having a detrimental effect on the Heat-reading generation. But let's not blame the rock stars. They've always been bad and it's allowed. It's a given, and no one expects them to set any sort of example. It's the models, WAGs, actors and reality TV stars that are the problem.
The need to be a someone, anyone, is the driving force behind most of today's teens and twenties - albeit without having to work to get there. They see the Big Brother lot whooping it up at functions, raking in the cash by doing fuck all. They see the lazy-arsed drunken It Girls like Paris Hilton getting away with murder, or emaciated clothes horses like Posh and her mannequin of a husband spreading their millions around LA. Then there's drugged-up losing-her-looks petulant Kate Moss draped all over her spotty no-mark of a boyfriend, a man who has a get out of jail free card if ever there was one. This is what they want.
Remember when the concept of the 'supermodel' was a long way off? Ask anyone to name one famous model in 1982 and they'd either say Twiggy or Jerry Hall. They actually just modelled clothes. They may have appeared in the odd chat show or on the odd rock star's arm. Neither of them behaved like Kate Moss. It would have been considered unseemly. Yet teens practically riot to buy a range of cheap clothes designed by her. The only footballer's wife anyone was aware of was her out of the Beverley Sisters. There was no celebrity versions of Beat The Teacher and Adam Ant was not asked to join the Question Time panel.
Oh where did it all go wrong? The advent of Big Brother. Too much money. To much media. End it and close Heat magazine, and we can all get back to normal.
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I can't bear it either. The scant few minutes of this years BB I've seen over Mme S's shoulder make me feel psychotic
I've decided not discuss Moss, Hilton, Feckham et al, even on my worthless blog- it only adds to the traffic. Whilst someone's talking about them, they exist.
I have a glib philosophy, (if it helps.) 'Head in the sand, play in the sunshine'
Turn your back on wankers and enjoy yourself..
I like where you're coming from Val. If I think too hard about them I may die.
I was queueing at the Sainsbury's checkout today (just a little glance into my domestic arrangements there)and glanced at something called Closer. There was absolutely nothing on the cover to interest me (and it was a pretty packed cover, let me tell you). Apparently Posh is on a cabbage diet and Geri's dieting to get rid of a pot belly. Happy days!
Now, if there was an 'at home with Jimmy Tarbuck' or a 'Sunday lunch with Russ Abbott at his local' feature then it would have been straight in my trolley.
I've just realised that that comment has got fuck all to do with your post, but never mind, I've written it now. You like comments, don't you?
It is related though, Rich, as it's these people who are ruining it for everyone.
I think there's got to be a niche in the market for recycled at homes with John Alderton and Pauline Collins and holidays on the Norfolk Broads with Leslie Crowther.
Is Leslie Crowther still alive? He popped up briefly on Andrew Marr's History of Britain the other night (The Price Is Right was used to illustrate how money-mad we all became in the 80s, which seems a tad unfair on Leslie), so that's twice this week his name has come up. He seems to be one of the few TV stars from the 70s and 80s who hasn't been through the 'ironic reinvention' process.
He's long dead I'm afraid.
"I think there's got to be a niche in the market for recycled at homes with John Alderton and Pauline Collins and holidays on the Norfolk Broads with Leslie Crowther."
Have you seen the Woman's Weekly lately?
All of which reminds me of an enjoyable - but not for the Crowther family - joke c.1992 "Good news for Leslie Crowther today; his car's ready."
I heard a rather good song by Crowther the other day, a list song that contained nothing but illnesses. I saw him in concert when I was about 8, beforehand we stood outside the theatre and watched him going in.
I heard that too, Rich, and felt a bit guilty laughing.
I wish heat readers would realise that if they met their toss-pot of a 'celebrity' idol, they'd probably be laughing at them in their knock-off clothes and cheap jewellery, whilst making excuses to get back to the V'I'P area.
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