In a world where fame is valued currency and celebrities are worshipped as deities, some people have received more than their fair share of the limelight. Anywhere you turn, they’re there. Always there.
These overexposed folks remind me of a Spanish saying, “Lo tengo hasta en la sopa.” Loosely translated: They’re even in my soup. In this case, I’m not not referring to crackers, though.
The only way to avoid their all-too-familiar mugs — and their antics — is by shutting off all media, and that’s a difficult thing to do in my line of work. Besides, I control only my personal off buttons. The rest of the world, enamored of these narcissists, can’t seem to look away.
Too many people are mesmerized by the shallow and the lame. I fear for our collective emotional health, for our mental acuity. So … I propose that these attention-hoggers step away from the spotlight. In 2014, let’s make it out with the old inane, in with the new.
And let’s start with Miley Cyrus. Actually, not Cyrus herself. The former Hannah Montana is a talented artist. But her tongue … gawd, her tongue and her twerking and her desperate, immature plays for attention have to go. Does she think she’s so mediocre that she must resort to such tactics?
Cyrus, all of 20 and fading fast into ennui and cynicism, set tongues wagging (others’ namely, but hers, too) when she twerked during an appearance with Robin Thicke at last year’s MTV Video Music Awards. In the performance seen around the world, she also humped a foam finger and grabbed her crotch a few times.
Outrageous? Certainly. Effective? Probably. The shock factor kept her in the news forever, which is, I suppose, what every star wants. Both Google and Yahoo recently announced that she topped the list of the most-searched people in the U.S. last year. Barbara Walters, the TV legend who knows a thing or two about fame, named her as one of The 10 Most Fascinating People of the Year. Oh, Babs!
But it’s time to go, Miley honey. Your over-the-top behavior now comes off as cheap and silly, totally unoriginal.
On your way out, take Kim Kardashian with you. Actually, invite the whole Kardashian gang and anybody related to that reality-TV family, including former Olympian Bruce Jenner who has been surgically altered so many times that he now resembles a mummy. I know, I know. Kim’s a new momma, and she and her baby daddy Kanye West are sweet on each other, and she absolutely did NOT wax her baby’s eyebrows and blah blah blah.
So what. She and her familia have way overstayed their welcome. Out, out, out.
Finally, George Zimmerman. Not a celebrity, not a movie star, not a singer, he is … I don’t know what. A freight train speeding toward a head-on crash?
You would think that after escaping conviction for fatally shooting an unarmed Trayvon Martin he would work hard at fading into the woodwork. Nope, not the Z-man.
Most recently, he was in the news for picking up his confiscated guns — a .380 caliber, a 9-mm, a Glock 19, a Kel-Tec 12 gauge shotgun and an AR-15 assault style rifle — from the Seminole County Sheriff’s Office. They had been confiscated after his arrest during a domestic violence incident. Before the charges were dropped in the November spat with his girlfriend, the lead-foot former neighborhood watchman had been stopped several times for speeding.
Enough is enough of this Miley-Kim-George wall-to-wall coverage. Let’s help them, and ourselves, say goodbye, adios, ciao, auf Wiedersehen and sayonara.
In 2014, we need a new crew of attention-starved nuts.