The past couple of days, news programs have been filled with even more coverage of Britney Spears’ latest lunacy. The paparazzi were falling all over themselves covering her as she arrived at the courthouse for custody hearings. For whatever reason, she climbed back into her vehicle and never made an appearance in court.
As this story played out on the news, I couldn’t help but reflect on the wise old saying…"Who cares?"
My least favorite shows on television are Access Hollywood, Extra and other such shows. In fact, I tend to get downright irritated when I run across them while channel surfing. I’m not sure why, but the whole idea of all that effort being expended to document, photograph or video celebrities making fools of themselves just makes no sense to me.
Take Paris Hilton, for example. If it wasn’t for paparazzi what would this
girl’s claim to fame be? Her reality television show? I don’t think so! Her music career? First, you need to have musical talent before you can have a music career. Wait, I almost forgot about Tiny Tim. That man was walking, talking proof that you don’t need talent to get a recording contract.
Which brings me to another thought that is related. How in the world did Regis Philbin get his own show on television? This guy has got to be the most clueless talk show/variety show host on television. He and that brainless blond, Kelly Rippa, have guests from almost every area of entertainment or sports on their show, and then they spend the whole interview segment demonstrating a total lack of familiarity with their guest’s field of endeavor. And it doesn’t matter what that field is. They are equally ignorant of everything, even show business.
My particular weak spot is the opening segment of the show where Regis brags about which New York restaurant gave him a free meal for a plug on his show. That combined with the name dropping of who he "ran into" the previous evening is enough to make me gag. I know I should show the guy some respect because he’s probably done the best job in the world of being able to prove to the world day after day that you have no talent and still get rich in the process.
Why do we insist of living vicariously through these poor examples of humanity? Why is it that we buy the papers and gossip rags that run the pictures of irresponsible behavior by spoiled individuals ruining their livers and consuming a pharmacy every night in Hollywood? Are we so devoid of anything meaningful in our lives that we need this stuff add meaning to our existence? I sincerely hope not.
So, Britney, I sincerely hope you can get your life pulled back together. Your sons deserve better from their mom, and you should have access to your boys. But, in the meantime, keep your panties on and to yourself, stay home at night, and let your hairdresser wield the scissors on your hair. I don’t need to know your business, and frankly I find your crazy antics to be rather boring.













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