The Deadly Paparazzi

The Paparazzi are like flies that swarm around a lump of meat so that they can feast on it until there is nothing else to . Then they leave attacking other things that looks a tad bit edible. Paparazzi look for a good story and when they find one they hover round places like homes, workplaces then they wait… and wait… until they see what they are after and they lunge, bearing each and every teeth and claw. Once they attack they stay on like leeches and when they smell fear or vulnerability they hold on more tightly.
Each journalist to its own… they cannot afford to think of others, to think of anything else.

The media practically rotates around celebrities. They are everywhere – splashed across the pages of magazines, whistling through speakers of radios, parading around on our TV sets. What we sometimes forget are that these people are human like you and I. despite the airbrushing and the long flowing hair and perfectly tanned faces they also have flaws. They have good days, then they have their bad days. But that’s life and no one can stop that happening.

We have all done things we are ashamed of and managed to forget or cover it up somehow. But it might be a bit  harder if your misconduct is being blown out of proportion and put on magazines and TV sets for the whole world to see. Then what happens next? People start to judge, start to forget that those people we see on the TV are made of flesh and bones and feelings. Like us.

I think the paparazzi should respect the privacy of people and themselves.

Princess Diana’s accident, I believe, is due to her vehicle being chased by the paparazzi. Now I wasn’t there or anything but the truth is for everyone to see. If the paparazzi weren’t chasing after another peace of juicy story/meat it might not have happened.