Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Growing up, whenever I was asked the inevitable question, "what do you want to be when you grow up," my answer was always the same: "FAMOUS!" Mind you, I had no idea exactly how I was going to be famous, I just knew that is what I wanted to be. I carried that dream with me up until the last possible moment, when I had to chose a college major. I could't sing or play an instrument, so music was out. Aside from a few Church plays I had no acting experience so theater was out. After embarrassing myself multiple times on my High School debate team, politics was out. With a love of late night visits to Taco Bell modeling was out. And with a current event knowledge that peaked at who had dumped who on last weeks episode of Beverly Hills 90210, reporting was out. Hence, one Recreation Management degree later, my dream of being famous had faded.
Driving into work this morning I tuned into "Celebrity Buzz" on the radio and laughed as they made fun of Justin Bieber for spitting at fans over his balcony followed by tales of Miley Cyrus posting nude pics of herself on Twitter. What is wrong with these people? And what, I began to wonder, would have become of me if I followed that dream to Hollywood? Would I be the crazy girl shaving all my hair off and running into the ocean with just my thong? Would I be throwing bongs out of my hotel window with a head of purple hair? Or would I be the responsible one, donating millions to charity and adopting children from Africa (oh wait, Angelina was married to Billy Bob Thornton before the kiddos and we all know what they were doing in the limo, she had her day too!).
I guess the pressure of fame is just more than most people can handle. I mean really, who wants to be adored by millions, have enough money in the bank to buy a small island, find yourself on the cover of magazines spray painted so you don't have a single flaw on your body? Sounds terrible doesn't it? Of course you'll want to punch your boyfriend in the face with pressure like that on you.
So in hindsight, I guess the fact that I don't have an Emmy, Oscar, Grammy or even Golden Globe on my mantel is a good thing. I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to handle to stressful life that is fame. Although, it would be nice to have an excuse not to wear underwear for a change!