The worship of false idols with false eyelashes

Britney Spears is big news—whether she is dancing or driving, lip-synching or drinking—and anyone who stands within a few metres of any media source is well versed in her life. It is common pitfall of celebrity that with fame comes a bit of shame—but Brit makes sure that her dose of disgrace is higher than any pop “idol” before her, causing many to wonder if she is trying to advertise for the ASPCA with all of the pussy she has been flashing.
So why does the general public care so much about Britney’s spearhole? Are people that nosy? Do folks actually care about the fame-whores they fervently follow, or is it as case of waiting for the stars to crash and burn?
Our obsession with fame surely shows the state of society, and, channelling Socrates, should beg each of us to wonder “What is the life that is worth living?” if we have this much time and money to waste on trash.
The life that is worth living has surpassed mere survival and rewritten the definition of success; meaning that although most people in Western civilization are not struggling for food and water in the natural sense, modern humanity is faced with the new challenge of higher-stakes living.
Evolving pressures in the home and workplace give hectic atmosphere to our current lives, and during our downtime we don’t want more real-world anxiety—we want to relax, and switch our tired minds away from our problems.
This means scrutinizing the lives of others, mainly the rich and famous, and relishing in their falls from grace. Tabloid journalism is about distraction, not morals; and their publications are the furthest thing from ethical reading as one can get. The timeless quest for the “meaning of life” has been blotted out by Tara Reid’s disfigured nipple, and any major life solutions discovered by the more-enlightened humans are being drowned out by hordes of American Idol contestants.
Culture also plays a role in our fame fascination. North America has been a cultural melting pot for centuries, and many average white mutts do not have a history or background of their own. While the Chinese have their traditions and the Scandinavians have their folklore, the mixed-ancestry youth of the U.S. and Canada have adopted a celebrity culture in lieu of ancient ceremonies—shallow roots will grasp at anything to stabilize themselves, and modern man has chosen simplicity and scandal to worship.
When someone reads perezhilton.com, it is not to “test their own standards of morals and principals,” as Trina McQueen wrote of tabloid journalism in The Globe and Mail—it is to get dirt, plain and simple. When Kevin Neuman (Global National) segues from coverage on riots in Paris, France, to Paris Hilton’s new court date, it is to give the television audience a intermission from the horrors of the world—take a break, and chew on this celebrity for a bit, and then we’ll be back with more real news that, although it is stressful, is real news.
Britney lost her babies, but so have a million mothers in the Middle East—mothers who actually wanted their kids. As bad as K-fed is a rapper, he doesn’t seem the type to behead his own children, so Brit shouldn’t be too worried and neither should outsiders; it’s not really our business, anyways. But, perhaps it’s that intimate connection we have with Britney’s boys that has the public in such an uproar—don’t forget, we’ve all seen what those babies came out of, and, as scary as it is, we can’t wait to see more.