Have you guys heard about what Miley Cyrus did this weekend?
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Mmmkay, so I made that up. I don’t know what the little chickadiva was up to this weekend, but how many of you were headed straight for Perez Hilton or People Magazine when you read that? Why is it that we’re so fueled and captivated by the demise of those sparklier and shinier than ourselves? So somebody had lipstick on her teeth. So somebody got a little too drunk at the club Friday night. Or Monday night. So what?
Why is it that many people prefer a Worst Dressed List to a Best Dressed List? Why do people feel a tiny pang of pride and self-fulfillment to see a idolized celebrity looking fifteen pounds heavier in the wrong jeans? What part of us can’t change the radio station when that on-the-hour celeb gossip comes on during the drive to work in the morning? Why is it okay to laugh you ass off at a famous singer when you wouldn’t do the same if it were your best friend?
Wow – I just wrote an entire paragraph of nothing but questions… I’ve just seen so much crap lately that makes me truly cringe – like the Suri Cruise situation. Why does everyone care so much? I feel like it reflects poorly on us as a society when we’d rather read about the lipgloss habits of a three year old than about the earthquake in Haiti or the successes in the headlines.
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The thing that bugs me most of all, however, is the fact that this sort of gossip and scrutiny is pervasive. Reading Perez or Us Weekly and turning our noses up at every celebrity debacle somehow makes it seem more acceptable to do the same to ordinary people who’ve not subjected themselves to public opinion. Our coworkers, classmates, friends, and acquaintances should not be the hot topic over soup and salad at lunchtime, yet they so often can be.
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What do you guys think? How often do you find yourself talking about how you ‘can’t believe she wore that‘ or that you ‘heard that she hooked up with that guy?’ The thing is, half the time we ease into the bitchy gossip without even realizing it. I’ve decided to make a very concerted effort to stick to the old adage: If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!”