For the love of christ, have mercy on my bleeding ears!
I have three days off. Thie means I might write random entries when the thought is sparked. Sue me.
On to number 2...
I am watching VH1 right now. They are giving a rundown of what it is like on the red carpet. I love these mindless hows. This is good stuff. First they show the pecking order of the red carpet and how the B-Listers are whisked away when the "real" stars show up. Then onto the cameras and the inherent hostility some stars have towards all the press crowding them in their personal space. Then the fans.
Oh dear god, the fans. The thousands of fans. The thousands of fans SCREAMING at the top of their lungs. Half the time, they aren;t screaming coherent words in lieu of high-pitched shrieks. This is not a horror movie, fans, these are REAL, LIVE PEOPLE.
I get fandom, don't get me wrong. Hell, I wrote the damn book on fandom.
::takes a moment to gaze adoringly at the star of her layout::
I understand the hero worship and how overwhelming it would be to meet one's idol. That's not what we are talking about, though. These fans scream and shriek and wail no matter which star is on the carpet, so long as a star is ON the carpet.
Don't we fans have better ways to express our adoration than this? It's no wonder so many stars really try to avoid fans outside of organized events. One could lose their capacity for speech and sound, for example. They could cry silent tears. They could humbly ask for an autograph, as useless as those usually are. They could even, heaven forfend, treat the star as an actual human being that likes to be spoken to as a creature of intelligence. We aren't dolphins, damnit. We don't use high picthed coordinated sounds to communicate. We have this nifty tool we created called language.
On to number 2...
I am watching VH1 right now. They are giving a rundown of what it is like on the red carpet. I love these mindless hows. This is good stuff. First they show the pecking order of the red carpet and how the B-Listers are whisked away when the "real" stars show up. Then onto the cameras and the inherent hostility some stars have towards all the press crowding them in their personal space. Then the fans.
Oh dear god, the fans. The thousands of fans. The thousands of fans SCREAMING at the top of their lungs. Half the time, they aren;t screaming coherent words in lieu of high-pitched shrieks. This is not a horror movie, fans, these are REAL, LIVE PEOPLE.
I get fandom, don't get me wrong. Hell, I wrote the damn book on fandom.
::takes a moment to gaze adoringly at the star of her layout::
I understand the hero worship and how overwhelming it would be to meet one's idol. That's not what we are talking about, though. These fans scream and shriek and wail no matter which star is on the carpet, so long as a star is ON the carpet.
Don't we fans have better ways to express our adoration than this? It's no wonder so many stars really try to avoid fans outside of organized events. One could lose their capacity for speech and sound, for example. They could cry silent tears. They could humbly ask for an autograph, as useless as those usually are. They could even, heaven forfend, treat the star as an actual human being that likes to be spoken to as a creature of intelligence. We aren't dolphins, damnit. We don't use high picthed coordinated sounds to communicate. We have this nifty tool we created called language.