While idly flipping through the channels yesterday, I inadvertently stumbled across a Birttney Spears video. Howling in pain, I was fortunately able to gnaw off my own ears to escape, but the psychic trauma will, I fear, be lasting.
I wonder, though…
Do you suppose Ms. Spears, somewhere underneath all the training and conditioning instilled by the legions of writers and choreographers and image consultants and media relations people and producers and handlers and public relations consultants and hairdressers and other sundry puppeteers who surround her, realizes that she has sacrificed her own identity to get the fleeting instant of fame she’s enjoying right now?
And do you suppose she cares? One wonders if, left to her own devices, she would even have an identity worth developing…
Don’t we -most of us-, sacrificy our own identity too, even if we don’t know it? Maybe for a boring stale 9-5 job, maybe stuck in something that does not work. Without fame, without glamour. Who has sacrificed here? She? or those who follow her?
“Don’t we -most of us-, sacrificy our own identity too, even if we don’t know it? Maybe for a boring stale 9-5 job, maybe stuck in something that does not work.”
Perhaps, but not to the same extent.
Ms. Spears has image consultants and handlers dictating every aspect of her life in far greater detail than even the most ambitious corporate manager. She is told where to go, who to see, what to wear, how to act, how to move, every moment of the day.
And consider this: She started on her path when she was, what, sixteen? Has she even had a moment away from her handlers in her adult life, such as it is?
Don’t we -most of us-, sacrificy our own identity too, even if we don’t know it? Maybe for a boring stale 9-5 job, maybe stuck in something that does not work. Without fame, without glamour. Who has sacrificed here? She? or those who follow her?
I tell you, it’s the one good thing about getting old enough to have some real perspective: being able to tell real persona from borrowed ego. Knowing the difference between what’s important and what isn’t. I would not trade that for being young again for anything. And I never thought I’d say that!
Being young sux scissors in most ways, far as I can tell. It really does get better.
P.S.
horrible thought: what if, left to her own devices, the identity Britney would develop actually IS the one the puppeteers have made up for her? lol!
Re: P.S.
Yikes! Can any human being really be that shallow?
Well, on reflection, my former hairdresser really was that shallow. Hmm…still, I hardly think she could do worse…
Youth is wasted on the young, hmm?
I tell you, it’s the one good thing about getting old enough to have some real perspective: being able to tell real persona from borrowed ego. Knowing the difference between what’s important and what isn’t. I would not trade that for being young again for anything. And I never thought I’d say that!
Being young sux scissors in most ways, far as I can tell. It really does get better.
P.S.
horrible thought: what if, left to her own devices, the identity Britney would develop actually IS the one the puppeteers have made up for her? lol!
“Don’t we -most of us-, sacrificy our own identity too, even if we don’t know it? Maybe for a boring stale 9-5 job, maybe stuck in something that does not work.”
Perhaps, but not to the same extent.
Ms. Spears has image consultants and handlers dictating every aspect of her life in far greater detail than even the most ambitious corporate manager. She is told where to go, who to see, what to wear, how to act, how to move, every moment of the day.
And consider this: She started on her path when she was, what, sixteen? Has she even had a moment away from her handlers in her adult life, such as it is?
Youth is wasted on the young, hmm?
Re: P.S.
Yikes! Can any human being really be that shallow?
Well, on reflection, my former hairdresser really was that shallow. Hmm…still, I hardly think she could do worse…