They’re People Too

Why must we treat celebs as if they are a part of another creed, or another race? If nothing else they are human beings, and as far as I’m concerned still among us in mankind. Basically they are the same people that lived down the street from you or came from your same hometown; they either just had a little more talent, or knew the right people, or had enough cahoonas to step out from your hometown street in order to be noticed. Celebrity at its finest.

To solidify my opinion a little further:
1) So premium cable channels cost mullah, and like most college students, the funds are limited. But I did hear there was a brand new show on HBO. It’s called “How To Make It In America”…and so far they have figured out how to make it to cable TV and not be crap! It’s about paying homage to the grit and grime of NYC and the hustle it takes to stay alive in the other city that never sleeps. Starring newcomer (2 thumbs up from me) Brian Greenburg, another newbie Victor Rasuk, and my personal fav…Scott “Kid Cudi” Mescudi. This cast and their realness makes a girl wanna get to the Big Apple asap to see all the hype for myself. And trust me, these cats definitely came from the same small towns that you and I were born and raised out of, and they made it. I dare anyone reading this to check it out- cable or no cable, what do you think the internet is for?



2) I grew up a fan of humble home-stlyed TV, back when a sitcom [sit-kom: situation comedy, good TV before American Idol or Apprentice or Survivor, opposite of fake-reality, etc] was what everybody rushed to the couch for. Anyway an example of that; “Growing Pains” was one of my secret personal fav’s, starring Robin Thicke’s daddy (I know, fa real). Well that cast has just lost one of their alum (Andrew Koenig) to a tragic and untimely death. Why does it have to take something so final as death to be what brings everybody back to his or her senses. He may have been in the life of stardom, but that doesn’t eliminate that he was a person first. R.I.P.

Keep this in mind next time you’re googling somebody or stopping in Albertson’s at the checkout to see who’s sleeping with who and reconsider how they might feel, now that the whole world knows their business. The only difference between you and them is that now their address say Hollywood Blvd., and not your street…ok I exaggerated to get the full effect. Sue me! LOL

Lil’ Chrissy Gettin His Grown-Man On

I must say a small applause is in due for Mr. Breezy, these days. He’s really trying to multi-task. Not only is he still trying to shake that wife-beater steez from his track record, he’s also juggling model citizen and recuperating top R&B/Hip-Hop sex icon (just a bit more graphic now, though). He had the nerve to talk ‘bout how big he is down there, c’mon, I’m sayin’. Let’s consider the mixtape for instance: it literally sounds like a sequel to Graffiti. I mean he’s got title of tracks in acronyms on both records (I.Y.A- Graffiti and T.Y.A- In My Zone). It’s almost like he wanted to finish talking about all the things he started to say on the actual LP, but in just more nasty “whisper-worthy” type of details. And either it’s the PR agents doing what they get paid to do, or he was too nervous to put all of these sexual sentiments in the album. Let’s face it, this dude is on the verge of legal age, I think it’s ok to talk about what he prefers to do in between women’s thighs (but apparently not at the sake of his label). It’s cool, Chris, I understand completely. It’s all a part of the job, that strenuous multi-tasking job.

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As an informal introduction, I’m going to announce that this is an experiment for trial and error, a form of practice (if you will). I have these random thoughts, as I’m sure we all do—BUT mine are primarily about the act of celebrity stardom. And I call celebrity an act because nobody just is one nor is it fooling anybody anymore; they are either trying to be or pretending to be. Fame is the actual thing one has to acquire. Anyway, beyond definitions, I feel it’s necessary to add my 2¢ on everything celebrity. And not because everybody else is doing it, but because I think if you’re gonna talk about it, then let’s talk about the facts. Not the gossip. And if nobody else will do it—then let me.

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