I feel like an episode of WHO’S LINE IS IT ANYWAY. I enter a title in the blogger box above, of the name of the TV show I have just opaused to start writing. I know, that by the time I have started, this essay will be about a subject almost unrelated in any way to THE CLASS, but it’s my starting line. Then, just before I begin to type about a commercial I witnessed while watching, I start to write about Who’s Line Is It Anyway.
So… the real first paragraph should have been:
I was watching THE CLASS off PVR right now. Since episode 1, I’ve preferred the sassy one. Her character is evolving more than some of the others so far this season. In any case, I just saw a commercial for THE CLASS while watching it, and the CTV promo photo of the cast has her with much much lighter hair. It took me a milisecond extra to identify her.
I thought to myself; wow. It must suck to be a celebrity, at least in that regard. From what I know of people, and of celebrities as a sub class, the majority of us don’t like watching ourself, or seeing ourselves. It’s a frozen time machine example of zero control. We can’t change it, and everybody is seeing it.
Instead of living life, we’re watching it as a spectator, and it’s hard.
As a celebrtity, you just have to learn to cope, ignore, or get out of the business. You can’t watch a 10 second TV promo and freak out because you look ugly.
Even if you do.
Even if I’m sitting next to you, and I turn to you and say; Wow. You looked ugly in that.
Its hard. I’m trying to do some videos for my carreer and web site and I think my lesson should be; don’t watch them. In much the same way I seldom re-read and prood and edit my blogs, I don’t think my videos can be watched by me. If I see them, I’ll want to edit or redo. I’ll want to capture back the control.
Nothing will ever get done.
End of Part 1.
Unpause.
