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Unpopular (?) opinion time:
To be completely honest, I have a really hard time feeling bad for celebrities. What I mean is that when they complain - or people complain for them - that they are overworked or underpaid or being controlled or, most commonly, that they are too hounded by press and fans, I have a hard time popping a sympathy boner in their direction.

Mainly because of three big reasons:

1. They are getting paid a lot of money. Underpaid for something or not they are most likely making more money than a good…99% of people in the country. They sure as fuck are making more money than I am. Albert Pujols gets paid $20 million a year for playing baseball. Angelina Jolie gets that for making one movie. The people busting ass for her making her look good behind the camera are getting paid a tiny, tiny fraction of that.

2. They are loved unconditionally by millions of people the world over. The fact that they have as many people defending them as they do despite all the perks of celebrity should say enough. Most people have perhaps a handful of people who are always in their corner, Michael Jackson still had football stadiums full of people defending him despite all the evidence saying they probably shouldn’t.

3. And, most importantly for me anyway, they get to do things normal people can only ever dream about. I’d give my left leg to be able to make movies, or just around people making movies. It’s really all I want in life. I would gladly take all the hits of being in the public eye and all these things celebrities complain about if it meant I got to have a piece of that pie.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my fair share of actors and singers and other famous people, and I will stand up for them when I feel like it, but when they bitch and moan about having their picture taken when they’re out to dinner, I’m sorry but I’m not shedding any tears. Don’t like that life? Don’t be in that life. And you could argue, “Oh, but they’re actors, they just want to act, why can’t they just be left alone?” Because that’s just not how it works. I’m sorry, but take off your rose-colored glasses and get a clue. You want to act in big movies? You’re going to get your picture taken. You’re going to have to sign some autographs. You’re going to have to eat crow and do a few junkets.

Don’t like it? Fine, be a jackass and give shitty interviews like Morgan Freeman. Don’t sign autographs like Will Ferrall. Bitch up a storm when someone snaps a picture of you taking out the trash. But don’t expect everyone to love you for it. And those people who do hate you for it won’t matter to all those who will, again, defend you completely and utterly no matter what you do. If you act up, or even seem like you’re acting up, be prepared to hear bad things. Don’t want people calling you a junkie after you die? Don’t be a junkie. Quid pro quo, Clarice. (I think I used that right)

I realize this is definitely not the view of many, and that I may come off as overly hostile about this all, and probably really just an envious bitch, but so be it. Yes, I’m totally jealous, yes I would totally put up with the shit to get to the good stuff, and no, I’m not going to idealize these people because they are still people. If someone wants to say that a celebrity came off as a bit of a jerk in a recent interview, they have every right to say that, and I find it hard to believe that so many people would come to their defense by claiming they were sick or just had some kind of anxiety disorder…which makes no sense to me because, okay so he has an anxiety disorder? Poor baby. Maybe he shouldn’t be making the biggest movie of next year, but obviously it can’t be that big a deal for him because he’s still doing it.

So, yeah, I’m sorry but if you want to be rich, famous, beloved by people who you’ve never even met and doing things that everyone else would die to do, you’re going to have to give up a bit of your privacy and your time and all that other stuff to do so.
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Sooooo tonight I went to a free advanced screening of Take Me Home Tonight that *drumroll please* had a Q and A with Topher Grace and Demetri Martin afterward.

Yeah. I just saw Topher Grace and Demetri Martin IN THE FLESH. And I stood by them a little bit, but then they were ushered out, but they walked right by me, so that was awesome. Also, I asked Demetri a question during the Q and A. I don't care that other people have hung out with celebrities or actually, ya know, communicated with them, I was freaking shaking like a leaf just asking the question.

It was weird too, because I kept expecting something to happen and they wouldn't actually show up, but they did and they were there and they, like, exist. For some reason my first thought was that they were dolls or something. Like, they were just plastic puppets but they were REAL and had hands and ears. Ears, you guys, how bizarre is that?

Also, they're both very cute in person. (Seriously that movie reminded me why I had a crush on Topher a few years ago, but he was even more adorable in person.) Topher was super talkative and just kind of excited about the whole thing and Demetri was pretty laid back and didn't talk as much, but had some great one-liners. He definitely had Topher laughing quite a bit.

Yes, I'm being starstruck, so what?

Oh, and the movie's funny, check it out.

Also a guy gave me his phone number. What? (Sadly not Topher or Demetri but still)
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Okay, instead of the "least attractive" version of this meme, and spending several days doing it, I'm doing a quick and dirty version!

Vote on who you find MOST attractive! Poll under the cut with evidence of hotness! )
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Yeah yeah, I'm weird and obsessed with stupid things: more celebrity deathwatch.

I've been wondering what it's going to be like when one of the Kids in the Hall die. Like, I can't imagine what it would be like for a group like that. Because they say they're like "family" but they're still just friends who fight all the time anyway. Also, who the hell's next of the Python troop? It's going to be like that ya know? What was it like for those guys when Graham died? Because if there were ever a group of guys at each other's throats, but I mean, they were still a group.

But really I don't know why I worry, everyone now lives to be 108, if they don't die before age 40. Like, once you hit 34 until you're 89, it seems like you're fine. Seriously, Salinger was 91, that's damn good if you ask me. Though I plan to live to be 103. For reals.
It's such a nice rainy day out, I'm gonna snuggle in and watch Glee, maybe read more plays. Well, then I have class at 6. Shame.

Why did I miss Glee last night, however?


Pictures and awesomeness under the cut )

Ugh, I'm going home this weekend. I'm already mourning the state of my bathroom when I get back.


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