Pity the poor celebrity. Surely every one of them had a dire childhood totally lacking in love or attention from their parents. This is certainly true of the children of celebrities, for obvious reasons, who then become celebrities themselves and go on to have their own children to ignore, perpetuating the horrid syndrome and keeping all those fancy rehab joints in business.
The need to show themselves off, no matter what they are doing or how bad they look to the rest of us, is staggering. I'm recalling a photo of that unfunny comedian Amy Schumer, who, while pregnant, posted an Instagram picture of her naked body, like anyone cared or could even keep down breakfast after seeing it.
Just now I saw a photo online of an actor named John Stamos, who I admit I have never seen in anything but have heard the name, standing in an outdoor shower, supposedly looking sexy. The photo cuts off at his waist, displaying his naked 60-year-old back as if it's something salacious. WTF, and why?
These people have serious issues, and yet the more serious issue is the number of fans who flock to these people, believing they are special or better than us non-celebs. The nuttiest of them run around getting their autographs, as if the fact that they met that person improves their life in any way.
We live in sick times. When is that giant meteor ever going to get here? Surely it's time to start over.
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