Such is the fleeting nature of fame. I don’t keep up with the hazy parade of faux celebrities the Media dorks foist on us. They come and go too quickly. At the supermarket checkout you see a new face on the tabloid covers and all too soon the face is sadly replaced. Some friendly looking girl from Terre Haute…where’d she go. Consigned to the dust bin of phony history. Bruce Jenner was a famous guy once. On the front of every box of Wheaties. He was cool. He was a good looking guy. He was a tremendous athlete. America loved him. He dressed a little funny. His shorts were a little too small, I thought, for being in front of the World …(but maybe that was a portent of things to come).
But even his celebrity faded eventually.
Since celebrity is so diaphanous these days, it is very hard even figure out why a celebrity is in the news at all. For instance, who the heck is Kim Kardashian? She is a celebrity, sure, but why? Celebrities have a history. They’ve invariably DONE SOMETHING. Good or bad. SOMETHING. I Googled her …but there was nothing. Except her celebrity. Why and how does that work? Her family has a history, but it seems to have been swallowed up by Kim’s own non-history and celebrity. She seems to be getting more than her fair “fifteen minutes of fame.” Maybe her celebrity is based on the fact she is eternally(?) exceeding her fifteen minute quota.
And now Bruc(ette?) has re-emerged. I guess dwelling in the shadows was just too hard for him. He did the natural and obvious thing. He mutilated his body. Hired photo-publicists, presumably, put on lipstick, got some hair extensions and went over the edge. Into who knows what abyss. If a guy wants to wreck his body who’s gonna’ stop him. If he needs the adrenalin rush from being in the center of the Media, so be it. In my mind, it doesn’t compete with being the World’s Champion Decathlete.