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October 12, 2009

Celebrity Stalking on Twitter

I feel the need to clarify a few things, because it’s been pointed out to me that I’m not usually the sort to be starstruck.

Funny thing. The first I heard about Twitter was something about Miley Cyrus using it, or maybe Jessica Simpson or someone else famous. And I’d heard from others that the only thing most people used it for was to follow the famous folks in their day-to-day lives. Which, really, I find kinda creepy and a little pointless. I lived in L.A. for a few years. I saw the swimming pools and movie stars (and a few hillbillies). I wasn’t all that impressed.

And then I realized there are different breeds of celebrity on Twitter. Observe.

Worship Me: This is the famous person who is fully aware of their fame, revels in it, and expects everyone else to do the same. These are the people who use, “don’t you know who I am” when they feel they’re getting only equal service instead of getting treated as a god. For a lot of these folks, fame is temporary and often undeserved; they got lucky and stumbled into it, and they’re going to milk it for all it’s worth, before someone notices that they don’t have talent and they’re forgotten (or maybe they do, but they become such jerks that no one really cares anyway).

It’s All About My Fans: These are the ones who put as much of their lives into the public eye as possible. They say it’s because they want their fans to really know who they are. They’re devastated to find out there are people in the world who don’t like them, and cry for days if they get a bad review.

Private Promoter: The folks who use social networking sites as a means to let you know when their next public appearance will be, and nothing else. Not that there’s anything wrong with this.

Normal, Everyday People Who Happen To Have A Cool Job: And these are the ones I follow. The ones I’d be interested in hearing about even if they weren’t famous. They often mix in a little of the above, which makes sense, ’cause hey, normal people do that. Pink is a great example; her tweets lately include a lot of sunset-appreciation and marveling that her life’s pretty okay. Or Neil Gaiman talking about his dog losing his “Don’t Shoot Me, Hunters, I Am A Dog” orange cape. Or Wil Wheaton geeking out. They’re the people I often find myself wishing weren’t famous, ’cause they’d probably be fun to hang out with and have coffee and whatnot.

And you see these people who are adored by millions, living life in a really big way, and they’re just normal, everyday folks with talents that someone picked up on one day (or that they made sure someone picked up on). Even the Worship Me’s are just a bigger version of the jerk at work who gets a promotion and lets it go to his head.

So I follow famous folks precisely because I’m not often starstruck. And it’s good to be reminded that, in the end, the important thing isn’t what we do for a living, it’s who we are as people, famous or not.

(And yes, I realize I mostly do follow celebrities on there, but that’s only because I haven’t gotten around to finding out who my friends are on there, and searching for them is impossible when most of them either don’t use their real name or have generic names like “Joe Smith.” So there.)

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October 8, 2009

Autumn Leaving

Been awhile. Don’t care.

I used to blog a lot on livejournal, but I find more and more that I prefer Twitter and Facebook. I can keep up with my friends in bite-size tweets and status updates, rather than trying to find an hour or two to read entire blog posts. Yet, every now and then, I want to say more than 140 characters will allow.

Today, for example. Like a lot of his fans, I follow Neil Gaiman on Twitter (hey, it’s nice to see the famous folks being normal, everyday people). He tends to post links to his blog when he updates it, and today’s was a lovely set of pics that he called One Perfect Autumn Day With Editorial Pie. It’s lovely; you should see it if you haven’t already.

And it kinda hit me all at once and in a sort of sad way that I haven’t had a perfect autumn day in years. My favorite season, and I never have time to enjoy it. I make excuses about my back hurting too much lately, but it’s not like there aren’t park benches just about everywhere in every public place. I make excuses about never having time, but I get two days off every week, just like most folks do. And I spend those two days off sitting in front of a computer. I live right across the street from a park.

I’m beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, I’m missing out on a lot of this “life” thing.

I have an appointment to see my doctor on one of my days off next week. I think I’ll see if I can talk the husband into taking the day off work and coming along. And afterwards, we can go to the zoo, or the park, or someplace else that’s nice and has trees.

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