the dark side of fame

There's nothing that I love more than a juicy sex scandal,
incriminating intimate secrets on display for all to see, and/or falls
from grace. There's only one kind of good, but a million different
kinds of bad; bad is always more interesting than good.

Fame = influence = power, and nobody is these culturally influential
positions can be perfect. Prefect people piss me off, and it's only
because I know I can't be perfect no matter how hard I try, which is I
why I love to focus on negative aspects of the lives of famous people.
Entire industries pop up over meaningless headlines such as Britney
Spears and her bipolar antics; probably many more industries will pop
up in the future over equally meaningless information, which just get
compiled and beamed into our houses, written up in magazines, dragged
all over the Internet, copied and pasted from blog to blog.

Defaming is amazing and oh so necessary at this point in time. In
addition, it's culturally relevant. It helps to demystify and
deconstruct fame on a more fundamental, basic level. I love learning
about people's guilty pleasures, incriminating secrets, vices, rocky
past, mental problems, bad habits, sex lives, etc.

Thank you, Perez Hilton for inspiring me to write this blog. At this
point in time, the only one keeping it real when it comes to defaming
is Perez. Thank god someone in a position of power has the courage to
be honest about those who lie to the media, and hence everyone who is
affected by the media. I don't know why more people don't get outed at
this point in time.

Defaming = keeping it funky real.