Apparently, the internet is in a tizzy today because of Kim Kardashian’s butt.
Yeah, that’s a real thing. I have no interest in knowing why her butt is such a spectacle, so I haven’t looked up the pictures that are making her more ridiculously famous than usual, and I have no intention of it. I seem to be one of the few, however, since the internet is “exploding” and Kim Kardashian is “trending” and so forth.
Honestly, it makes my head hurt. I don’t understand why we as Americans have devolved into such peons that we idolize any ridiculous antic a celebrity comes up with. From football players to singers to actors, we put famous people on pedestals. Kim Kardashian doesn’t even DO anything except be famous, and yet her butt is the topic of conversation. Even those who aren’t interested in her are talking about her–much like I’m doing right now. From Janet Jackson’s “wardrobe malfunction” at the Superbowl to Miley Cyrus’ VMA performance to Ray Rice on video beating up his wife, to Michael Vick and his dog fighting, to everything Lady Gaga has ever done, to every celebrity EVER’s eating habits, and now to Kim Kardashian’s butt, everything “they” do is golden. No matter how awful or bizarre or just plain stupid it is, we as a culture eat it up.
Moreover, because they’re famous, their words are somehow more profound or meaningful than everyone else’s. We quote celebrities on politics and religion and war and science and so on, and the implication is that because they’re famous, their words are somehow meaningful, regardless of whether they have actually studied the topic at hand or know anything about it beyond what they think based on their limited amount of hearsay.
Why? Why are we as a culture so obsessed with fame? Why are famous people so interesting? Why do we care who is fighting with their spouse or on a new diet or spouting off about why a president is the best thing since the invention of chocolate, or why another one is the devil incarnate. Why do we idolize them when our friends, neighbors, and coworkers have done the same interesting things and more? There’s a lady in my MOPS group who has adopted THIRTEEN kids, not because she’s rich or famous, but because she cares about kids in the system, but she’s looked at as weird, whereas Angelina Jolie is hailed as a great humanitarian. Several friends of mine are actively into helping rescue animals, but they’re not considered any smarter or better than anyone else, while Michael Vick is notorious for being abusive. Several people I know have escaped horribly abusive relationships, but no one is hanging out in the grocery store aisles hoping to hear more about their stories.
Celebrities entertain–their job is little more than that of a court jester. They are not royalty. They are not more educated than the rest of us. They aren’t even more interesting than the rest of us. So why do we sit at their feet and slobber on ourselves to see what they’re doing and hear what they’re saying?
Every week there is some new scandal, some new outrage or accomplishment that one of “them” achieves, and people go crazy to be the first to be in the know, to have all the information so they can converse about it, to form an opinion based on gossip.
What will it take for us to realize every single person is as interesting and as valuable as every other? That money and fame don’t magically make you better, smarter, or more worthy of our time?
Or are we doomed to bow down to our American Idols until they crumble?