@fatmonalisa: That comment was made with tongue firmly in cheek.
For the record, the only thing I find more irritating than celebrities whining about awful their lives are is ordinary Americans complaining about the same. Seriously people, if you haven't been buried underneath the corpses of slaughtered loved ones, and slept there quietly in order to make sure the people who killed your family wouldn't realize you're still alive, you've got it better than a whole lot of folks.
Oh is your incredibly high-paying job really hard on widdle itsy you? Why don't you give it up and try being say... a night janitor for a couple of weeks? That should give you some fresh perspective. Some fresh, much-needed perspective that would stop you from being such a goddamn child.
@CrayonSmoothie: Kiss off, smoothie. I don't get on your case when you simper, don't get on mine when I'm a misanthrope. Live and let live.
EDIT: this actually brings up a point that infuriates me. People treat celebrities like they're somehow "being used" and not in control of their actions when in fact, they're fully formed adults who are simply being retarded.
Nobody would treat a criminal as if they weren't in control of their actions, or a Governor who fucked an intern? Why is it that I'm forced to have pity for fucking celebrities? Fuck that. I've made poor life choices and nobody is to blame for them but myself. That's what being human is about. Realizing your will and taking action.
Hey Underwood - if you don't like the life, serve out your contract then GET OUT OF IT.
@noonecaresowen: I remember, years ago, when Brad Pitt did the movie "Seven Years In Tibet", 'Time' Magazine interviewed him about the movie and asked him what his views were on the contemporary political situation in Tibet.
Paraphrasing his answer from memory (damn near the quote): "Who cares what I think. I'm just an actor."
@badasscat: She's traveled around the country as a big CW star. She is taken from a private jet, funneled into a limo with tinted windows which drives into the concrete parking garage of a big hotel in each city then she's funneled into an elevator up to her room. From there, back down to the basement, then the limo then the basement area below the arena where the stage is for that event.
The rooms are always the same. Maybe the same hotel chain for security reasons. What she probably remembers most is the concrete and the concrete pillars of the parking garage in the cold, humming glow of fluorescent lights.
@badasscat: As someone who has been on tour (though trust, mine wasn't that serious and was part of a group) it's still a bizarre scenario. Being on tour is a stream of buses and planes and practicing and shows and practicing and refining and on and on. I personally never knew what state I was in unless I took out the little pamphlet of scheduled events. I didn't know the date or the day, but even then it didn't matter because Sunday is the same as Thursday is the same as Monday. You can't take away what the experience actually is, but damn, touring is a sincerely bananas mind warp.
God, that is bleak--poor lonely soul. And thanks for preserving the bold; that page is one of my favorite parts of Esquire and I'm pretty sure half the magic is in the font.
@noonecaresowen: Not sure, but I'll definitely search the archives and check it out! I vaguely remember being intrigued by Clint Eastwood's but Jack Nicholson's not ringing a bell.
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For the record, the only thing I find more irritating than celebrities whining about awful their lives are is ordinary Americans complaining about the same. Seriously people, if you haven't been buried underneath the corpses of slaughtered loved ones, and slept there quietly in order to make sure the people who killed your family wouldn't realize you're still alive, you've got it better than a whole lot of folks.
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EDIT: this actually brings up a point that infuriates me. People treat celebrities like they're somehow "being used" and not in control of their actions when in fact, they're fully formed adults who are simply being retarded.
Nobody would treat a criminal as if they weren't in control of their actions, or a Governor who fucked an intern? Why is it that I'm forced to have pity for fucking celebrities? Fuck that. I've made poor life choices and nobody is to blame for them but myself. That's what being human is about. Realizing your will and taking action.
Hey Underwood - if you don't like the life, serve out your contract then GET OUT OF IT.
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Yeah, being filthy rich and loved by millions has got to be a fucked up life.
Who'd want it?!
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Of the 25+ quotes, less than a third are "depressing". The rest is fairly interesting and worth the read. I was particularly impressed by this:
"Americans don't need Carrie Underwood telling them who to vote for. They're smarter than that."
Granted, not terribly profound, but how often do you hear a celebrity say that?
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Paraphrasing his answer from memory (damn near the quote): "Who cares what I think. I'm just an actor."
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Somebody could take away her phone and she'd be completely isolated? Is that something she's been threatened with?
"It's hard to find people who don't want something from you."
Yeah, especially when those are the only kind of people allowed to be near you and they have power over you too.
"Nobody's going to tell me that my dog doesn't love me."
Sooooooo....has she been told that nobody else loves her? By whom?
I'm sad and angry now.
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Howard Hughes was no pushover and certainly no kid yet look what happened to him. I'm just saying, anyone can be isolated and manipulated.
You could be right though. Is there an angle here we're not seeing?
Plus I watched 'Taxi Driver' for the umpteenth time about two weeks ago.
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Uh... and what are we to make of this then?
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The rooms are always the same. Maybe the same hotel chain for security reasons. What she probably remembers most is the concrete and the concrete pillars of the parking garage in the cold, humming glow of fluorescent lights.
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