Yesterday I was at a bar and saw part of the cast of the Real World which is currently filming. I was sitting right in front of one of their cameras for a while there, but I doubt I'll end up on the show at all. I was wearing a grey hoodie and had my back to them; not enough boob showing. Anyway, I kind of wanted to fuck with them as much as possible - not so that I could get on camera or anything, but because they're fucking tools - but I didn't want to have to, like, interact with them. They seem like such uninteresting, reprehensibly unintelligent sub-humans. You'll see when the show airs. I sat across the bar from these two guys as they had their shots poured and actually, I'm not even shitting you when I write this, raised their glasses and said, "To the Ladies!" in unison. It was like watching two ugly fratboys do that weird I-Swear-I'm-Not-Gay-But-I-Love-You-Man-But-I'm-Not-Gay thing...methinks sirs doth protest too much?
I hated them so much.
And then Andy Dick showed up and they all talked to each other; I heard . I could just see this horrible Weather Channel hurricane graphic forming over their three heads: STORM OF JACKASSERY FORMING OVER LOS ANGELES: CITIZENS UNIMPRESSED, with the corresponding canned dialogue delivered by the guy who wanted to be anchor but wasn't professional enough (kept wearing ties with suns wearing sunglasses on them): "There's a Storm of Jackassery forming over the greater Los Angeles area - what's it mean for your weekend? We'll let-cha know, after these messages!"
I guess I feel kind of disillusioned by famous people right now; so few of them seem to be behaving to any standard of proper decorum, or if they do act with some semblance of proper decorum but slip up every once in a while (Sienna Miller, I'm looking at you), they act surprised that people misconstrue what they meant. It's like producing any art, or indeed any object/service intended for consumption by the greater public. Eventually it ceases to be yours and instead becomes theirs. To use an example close to my heart, Cameron Crowe wrote and directed Say Anything out of things that happened to him, out of the desire to communicate the way he felt when he was a kid in high school, or to explore the relationships between certain sets of people (father/daughter, first boyfriend/girlfriend). When he directed it, that was his chance to make it perfect; to make the statement he wanted to with that movie. Then it was released, and eventually I saw it and was suffering through a long-distance thing at the time and everything in the movie became a symbol to me of my relationship or it reminded me of my boyfriend in some other, equally excruciating, way.
Anyway, I'm beginning to think that your life is your art. For everyone on a smaller scale too, not just celebrities, the way you live your life is a representation of what your motivations are, what your personality is, how you were raised, what you believe in. So it doesn't matter if you're having a shitty day and everything's been going wrong for you, if you react to that by being an asshole to the barista and then not tipping her, what kind of person does that make you? If you were famous (and everyone nowadays wishes they were), someone would see that and they would know that you are petty, and rude, and your mom never taught you that the world doesn't owe you anything you don't earn, and that means your mom is a whore. But that isn't the truth, is it? Most people are - or I'd like to believe this is the case - semi-/hard working, mostly generous of spirit, and at least somewhat polite. And most people weren't born to street-walkers with tar-blackened pits where their souls should be.
BUT YOU ALL ACT LIKE YOU WERE, SO SHAPE UP.
THE POINT, FINALLY: Be a good person. It's worth it, if only for the self-satisfied peevishness you will be able to inflict on others in good faith. That will be complicated to work out because consciously inflicting anything on others is kind of the mark of a dick (or an Andy Dick), but work it out for yourself how good you want to be. Nobody said you had to be Mother Theresa; nobody WANTS you to be Mother Theresa. Don't be perfect, just be good.
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