Movie Stars: My Cryptonite

I think movie stars are weird.

I just don’t get the obsession with them.  I don’t understand the change in atmosphere when one walks into a room.  Fill a room with them and there is a vortex that could rival anything in Sedona, AZ.  Is it the lack of intelligence?  The lack of intelligence combined with massive inferiority complexes AND huge ego’s?  This is a strange combo, right?  Add their publicists, managers, and assistants and you have a melting pot of madness.  I know it is cliché, but it truly is The Emperor’s New Clothes. 

  I like to refer to Hans Christian Andersen’s story because I have heard other people do so, and it seems apt.  I’m guessing it is applicable because of how sycophantic people seem to get around celebrity, sycophantic enough to get you to believe in invisibility. There is a very, very powerful belief (though nobody will admit it) that celebrities are God-like or have super powers, can stop time or are simply just more important than a civilian.  This power is derived from making a movie.  I suppose there was a time when you had to make a “motion picture” to be famous, but nowadays you only have to own a computer and okay, maybe be an heiress, nude up, and shoot something in night vision.  Post the “film” anonymously on the Internet, then claim it was stolen from you.  Voila! Instant celebrity. 

  But, I digress.

As a civilian in Los Angeles, you will be looked over, passed up, excluded, denied access, refused seating, made to wait, phone calls ignored and a general disdain will be applied to your visage.  If you have never experienced this kind of treatment and you don’t actually care about actors, models and the like, then you are in for an experience.  You must have a very strong sense of self!  You must maintain your dignity and remember what is truly important- in the larger scheme of things.  You should try and laugh about it- even if it means your job.  Okay, so maybe you should laugh on the inside.  Above all else, you can’t let it get to you.