Tuesday Thoughts : I don’t connect with celebrities.
Last week, another musical legend died. Prince Rogers Nelson, age 57.
Minutes after the news got out, we witnessed a torrent of purple rain. An avalanche of violet, lilac, individual natural color rain, Prince’s quotes, pictures, memes, moments, lyrics (to songs I am not familiar with) the whole 2-day spectacle we go through as a society every time a celebrity dies.
I think something is fundamentally wrong with me (In a good way perhaps). I don’t really care at all when a celebrity dies. I don’t know these people, I’ve never had a conversation with them, I’ve never held their hand, never hugged them – They are strangers to me. I don’t connect with celebrities that way.
I simply don’t, never have and perhaps never will. Why do we glorify people who we don’t really know? We know their music, perhaps we know the way they perform, we are familiar with their (public) persona, but do we know them? No. We don’t. It doesn’t matter how much you try to argue with me that these people have contributed to humanity and history in one way or another I can’t pull myself to fabricate some cheap sentiment and post it all over social media just because is what the rest of the world is doing.
Don’t take me wrong, I am not happy they died, but my life isn’t affected by their death in any form or way.
( In this area I wanted to name a few celebrities who have recently died, but I can’t recall any – so instead, here is a key!)
I don’t connect with celebrities that way. I don’t feel it necessary. What makes celebrities so extraordinary anyway? I mean during their lifetimes they already earn a significant and extra-orbital amount of money to perform (why don’t teachers earn that much when their job is FAR more important to society?) Celebrities live eccentric public and in many instances staged lives. Their faces are plastered on billboards, but they are humans – not Gods – I can’t wrap my mind around this phenomena.
I do, however, have a deeper connection with (book) authors for example. Yeah, maybe I am just a nerd lol, a rebel against pop culture celebrities? Gasp! maybe I am a hipster? I don’t see myself that way but it would explain a lot.
I remember when Gabriel Garcia Marquez died. April 17, 2014, Mexico City, Mexico.
Do you remember that?
Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez, better known as Gabriel Garcia Marquez, or Gabo, was a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter, and journalist. His words became mine on my lips as I exhaled every word written in “Love on Times of Cholera”. His stories became my dreams in both hot Caribbean nights and cold British winters… His characters became my friends during “100 years of solitude”. I knew his mind, however, I did not know him. I did not cry when he died. I did not post one hundred and one memes, pictures, and quotes… I was sad as sadness is purest, in silence. (I’ve just made that up, you don’t have to agree with me at all)
Am I broken? or do I simply not follow the paths of this overly saturated, fast moving, downward spiral, convoluted social media frenzy that explodes when a celebrity’s last breath hits the media outlets?
I am not saying I am not mainstream, nor too cool or hip. I am saying I don’t grieve celebrities. That doesn’t make me better or worse, it makes me different. Or a Snob, you can re-define it if you wish, I am not apologizing for thinking the way I do.
Whichever it is, and whatever you choose to do with your pain, your grief, your social media posts its entirely and completely up to you! This blog post isn’t intended to criticize anyone, but to expose something that I have been noticing. I don’t connect with celebrities the same way many do.
On that note, I have to confess, because it’s now because is now or never:
I don’t think Beyonce is all that.
I don’t share the Beyonce fascination. I am immune to her charms. The self-proclaimed queen B, recently re-branded a political activist has no effect on me. I don’t like her nor do I dislike her, but I am certainly sure I don’t find her an inspiration or a role model at all.
Give me Malala Yousafzai – Nobel Peace Prize for her ongoing fight for a girl’s right to education. Give me Emma Watson – I know she is an actress but she is also a role model for women rights and UN Women Goodwill Ambassador . Give me Gemma Mortensen – Executive Director of Crisis Action who work behind the scenes for the protection of civilians in war zones. Give me Melinda Gates for her efforts on health, and education. Give me any of those inspirational women to glorify any day instead.