Something I find peculiar is the propensity people have to look for famous people who endorse the niche group with which they align themselves. It's never a very honest appraisal either. You can imagine teenaged bints shreiking about how wonderful Paris Hilton is because she likes shoes and is really hot just like me!. And if you are not looking at celebrities themselves, you get comparisons with celebrities closely conflated with characters. I'm so like Samantha, but you're more like Carrie (Why is no-one like Miranda and why do I remember the names?). It becomes a really big complement to say to someone that they are like an actor or character from a programme. Oh Shirelle, it's like Wayne is your Mr Big!
If, like me, you ready trash magazines when they are around, you realise it doesn't stop there. There are personality test and quizes about how much a Bridget Jones singleton we are. Ok so I am outdated on that one. The point is, we are expected to look at an ensemble cast and choose which cliche we are. Desperate Housewives anyone? How utterly boring, and how loathsome I have actually heard people endorsing their own lifestyle choices because some rich fuck enjoys the same pursuits.
What's the point in role models anyway, the individuals presented are generally even more worthless than the rest of us, and hateful to boot since their obvious lack of talent is so richly rewarded.
I guess the moral of this post is, don't encourage them.
And no, I never actually buy magazines so I am not fiscally feeding the promulgation of retardation.
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