I do not envy celebrities, especially not when they are young. I feel like the old lady sitting in a rocking chair as I shake my head at the ridiculous stories of what these kids have done that pop up daily. The five minutes I manage to watch of Entertainment Tonight always shares a new story of a young celebrity spiraling downward with all eyes on their plummet. I didn’t see the VMA’s Sunday night but woke up to nonstop buzz in the social media world about Miley Cyrus and her raunchy display on stage.
I haven’t searched for her performance on YouTube and plan to change the channel if it comes on tv, not just because I don’t want my children to see it but because I have no desire to see it either. Watching these teens and young adults implode one after the other is sad. I’m sure there are millions of kids out there who want to be them, who want their fame and their fortune and their lack of curfews and school alarm clocks. But I wouldn’t wish their celebrity status on my old neighbor’s teenager who used to keep us up all night with her obnoxious friends and thumping music.
If I look back on my teen years and my early 20’s there are many cringe-worthy moments I would like to forget. At the time did I think I was smart and sophisticated and making the right decisions? Of course. Did I ultimately realize that many of my ideas were not good ones and look around hoping no one noticed just as I had that day I fell of the back of a treadmill at the gym when I accidentally pulled out the emergency stop? Absolutely. Do I want to imagine what kind of dumb things I would have done if I had an unlimited amount of money and parents whom I decided not to listen to once I turned 18? No thanks.
I can’t help but feel sorry for these young celebrities and their families. Not only are they making big mistakes but they are making them in front of the whole world. The dumb things the rest of us did have not been documented by social media (thank goodness) and most likely have not been remembered, except for those really bad shoes that were dyed to match my homecoming dress.
A few years ago the spotlight was on celebrities like Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie and I have yet to hear them begging to recount their days of acting like brainless females on reality television. There’s a reason we’ve seen Nicole on the cover of magazines with her children with an article inside sharing her thoughts on motherhood. She (and her PR reps) want us to forget about the mug shots and bad mistakes she once collected just as I’d rather no one remember that time I tried to use the fake i.d. of a 42 year-old brunette.
I truly feel bad for the current group of young celebrities out there. They have money and fame and the ability to surround themselves with people who will tell them they are doing things right. I can only hope that each of them reaches a point of clarity mixed with embarrassment soon, before the list of poor choices they’ve made is too long for anyone to forget.
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