Hence the theory that ugly people (or the socially stunted, or the overall underpriveleged) are better in bed. We overcompensate…or do we? [img]images/smiles/icon_smile.gif[/img]
<blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr> Hey Rosa,
did my second attempt at explaining the "middle"
make any sense at all. <hr></blockquote>
Hey Mat, I understand what you’ve been saying. I guess I neither agree nor disagree; it’s just too hard for me to visualize my music using those kinds of measurements. I do see what you’re saying though. [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]
You’re so right on, Tone. Every day I find a good reason to raise my kids (if I ever have any) without tv. I mean, I really believe that part of being a parent is educating your children, rather than shielding them, so that they can objectively consider the world & make up their own minds about things. But god, sometimes I’m really mortified by the stuff being shown on tv.
I panic when I think about raising a kid, and lately I’m leaning far far away from the idea! I turned on The Sopranos one night because I wanted to see what all the hype was about, and the first thing I saw was a graphic scene of a woman being raped. And even basic station programming, all the cop shows and shit, is so incredibly violent and vulgar and shallow.
I walked through the junior’s department at Macy’s recently, and it was all skimpy halter tops and ass-tight pants. It kinda made me sick to my stomach.
Maybe this war we’re in will make people reconsider their obsession with death and sex.
But back to the original issue of celebrity…I think it would be difficult to actually BE one precisely because of what it has come to represent. When I think celebrity, I think red carpet, expensive clothes, plastic surgery, boring talk shows. It’s no longer about your talent or the quality of your art, and that’s gotta be sad if you become a famous actor/musician. To know that people just want to know what you’re wearing this week, and who you’re sleeping with. I can see why people get fed up with the paparazzi, and the fame in general. In no other profession are the successful so hunted, dehumanized, and obsessed over. I imagine it would be quite difficult to maintain your sanity, much less your identity irrespective of your career.
And finally, is anyone familiar with the Vonnegut story I mentioned earlier?