I am wondering if she had ribs removed...... no one looks like that without surgery. That type of operation was performed back in the tiny-waist-corset days. Sick.
“Sophia Urista peed into a man's open mouth on stage.” Ugghhhh…I think it will take weeks to scrape even the broad outlines of that travesty from what remains of my brain.
I'm convinced the only reasons we consume stories or cultural effluvia anymore is to feel something. People consume mass amounts of drug to feel something. But overall, we've gone completely numb.
Truth. When Donald Trump becomes the baseline, we've lost our ability to feel. At that point, we must up the ante to feel something...ANYTHING. We no longer take offense because that's what gets us up in the morning. What was once grotesque and outrageous has now become the norm. America has become the set from "Idiocracy." :-(
Oh, I meant to add earlier, that fame seems intimately connected with the cult of personality. This latter certainly has terrible effects on a person's character. What always springs to mind for me is the film "Gettysburg." (I read Shaara's book, but I found the characters in the film far more vivid.) There is a moment when rebel soldiers cluster around Lee (played by Martin Sheen) and are just wild in their adulation. As an otherwise humble man, the disintegrative effect of such adulation stood out for me. And as a result, the man who was supposed to be the greatest tactician of his age orders a suicidally insane charge against entrenched infantry and artillery on a hill he has no hope of taking.
I frequently joke that I went into philosophy for the money and the groupies. And within a very small circle of a profession/vocation* that starts out as a very small circle, I'm well known and even widely respected.
I never had any desire for fame. I would, however, like to see my novel sell so well that Netflix picks it up and turns it into an 8-part mini-series.
*The word "vocation", as it was originally introduced into common parlance (by Martin Luther, I believe) meant a "calling," and not merely a form of employment.
Famous people suffer soul theft: their fans take just a tiny infinitesimal piece of them, but times millions of people, it is really REALLY hard on the famous person.
I have performed a number of spiritual healings for people in such circumstances, and the change afterwards has been profound, I am happy to write. Once people become famous, even famous within a relatively small niche, they learn how to protect themselves better. So after I helped them by retrieving all of those tiny bits of their souls that they lost along their climb to fame, they have managed to sustain their personal power levels themselves, in every case. <3
So, imo, this soul theft they suffer is one of the reasons so many of them have unstable personalities, addictions, and lives that look like car wrecks. People with serious soul loss simply cannot manage well in normal reality.
The word I have always associated with "fame" is "corrosive." It's like an acid. It's hard to describe how weird people act around famous people. It's like the room tilts, and everyone's off-balance. More importantly, it's not real. It's performance art. They don't care about you; they're getting off, as you noted, on their own proximity to celebrity. And I had the tiniest sliver of it, because of my work. I can't fathom what it is like to be truly famous, at the Tom Cruise/Prince level. I get that they seek it, for various reasons. But, still, how odd it must be to not have regular, human interactions with most of the world.
I do want to say that the photo of Kim K. posted above is grotesque. Who are the people who think that is attractive? Just sayin'...
She's a compendium of sexual triggers. Attractive, perhaps, is something else.
I am wondering if she had ribs removed...... no one looks like that without surgery. That type of operation was performed back in the tiny-waist-corset days. Sick.
I wondered the same thing! Look, it's entirely possible. When that's the only thing you have going for you ...
Wow! What a great description!
Seriously, the horror of Hollywood will never leave me. The effect it had on me is dark and profound.
“Sophia Urista peed into a man's open mouth on stage.” Ugghhhh…I think it will take weeks to scrape even the broad outlines of that travesty from what remains of my brain.
I'm convinced the only reasons we consume stories or cultural effluvia anymore is to feel something. People consume mass amounts of drug to feel something. But overall, we've gone completely numb.
Truth. When Donald Trump becomes the baseline, we've lost our ability to feel. At that point, we must up the ante to feel something...ANYTHING. We no longer take offense because that's what gets us up in the morning. What was once grotesque and outrageous has now become the norm. America has become the set from "Idiocracy." :-(
Shocking, isn't it? I begin to fear that only those of us who are old enough to remember civility know that things were not always this bad.
Shocking? That ship sailed when Trump was elected and America proved it’s a barrel with no bottom.
Oh, I meant to add earlier, that fame seems intimately connected with the cult of personality. This latter certainly has terrible effects on a person's character. What always springs to mind for me is the film "Gettysburg." (I read Shaara's book, but I found the characters in the film far more vivid.) There is a moment when rebel soldiers cluster around Lee (played by Martin Sheen) and are just wild in their adulation. As an otherwise humble man, the disintegrative effect of such adulation stood out for me. And as a result, the man who was supposed to be the greatest tactician of his age orders a suicidally insane charge against entrenched infantry and artillery on a hill he has no hope of taking.
Strange, isn't it? We're terrifying of being expelled from a group--or society. On the other hand, we're not equipped to handle a spotlight either.
I frequently joke that I went into philosophy for the money and the groupies. And within a very small circle of a profession/vocation* that starts out as a very small circle, I'm well known and even widely respected.
I never had any desire for fame. I would, however, like to see my novel sell so well that Netflix picks it up and turns it into an 8-part mini-series.
*The word "vocation", as it was originally introduced into common parlance (by Martin Luther, I believe) meant a "calling," and not merely a form of employment.
LOL! You sound like John! Apparently, there are few or no jazz groupies. Who knew?
Famous people suffer soul theft: their fans take just a tiny infinitesimal piece of them, but times millions of people, it is really REALLY hard on the famous person.
I have performed a number of spiritual healings for people in such circumstances, and the change afterwards has been profound, I am happy to write. Once people become famous, even famous within a relatively small niche, they learn how to protect themselves better. So after I helped them by retrieving all of those tiny bits of their souls that they lost along their climb to fame, they have managed to sustain their personal power levels themselves, in every case. <3
So, imo, this soul theft they suffer is one of the reasons so many of them have unstable personalities, addictions, and lives that look like car wrecks. People with serious soul loss simply cannot manage well in normal reality.
A perfectly reasonable explanation for the phenomenon that is modern fame.
I can really see that being the case. "Everyone wants a piece of me" takes on a whole new significance, doesn't it?
The word I have always associated with "fame" is "corrosive." It's like an acid. It's hard to describe how weird people act around famous people. It's like the room tilts, and everyone's off-balance. More importantly, it's not real. It's performance art. They don't care about you; they're getting off, as you noted, on their own proximity to celebrity. And I had the tiniest sliver of it, because of my work. I can't fathom what it is like to be truly famous, at the Tom Cruise/Prince level. I get that they seek it, for various reasons. But, still, how odd it must be to not have regular, human interactions with most of the world.