"It's just a part of the job"

First off, I must apologise. My life has become frantic recently and my blog has, somewhat reluctantly, taken a back seat. Whilst that is no excuse, it is mine. Although, even that doesn't shift the wave of guilt sweeping over my Batiste barnet.

When thinking about what to ramble on about this week, the familiar ole topics came knocking. Twitter - nope, already bored you to tears on there (why else would you be seeking other means). Facebook - hell no, if it wasn't for the fear of loosing each and every puzzle piece of my social life, I would have deleted that long ago. Bieber - well, obviously. Bieber's new haircut - even the mention of it leaves me blinking through salted water.

Then it hit me...this morning's tweet (blast, Twitter creeped it's way in).

"There is far more dishonest journalism available to youths than there is honest. We're smart, we can take it, give us something juicy."

Instead of falling into some bullshit, misinformed, argument about politics and Paris, I shall focus on THE excuse that comes before the dishonesty,  that which leaves me hot under the collar, and not in a good way. The excuse I talk (ramble) of is this: "well, it's a part of the job".

Now, that excuse would be acceptable if we were Lindsey Lohan's chauffeur taking weekend trips to the correctional facility over the spa facilities - because let's face it, it is part of the job. But when it comes to the manner in which the media treat celebrity folk, this excuse does NOT apply. After all, I do not recall the last time I heard of a star signing away all their rights to a human reaction.

A few weeks ago I, along with fellow Beliebers, squirmed at the way Bieber (a human - if you were wondering) was treated by a photographer after a "troubled" tour in the UK (proof, the weather dampens spirits).

Biebs, my floppy haired guilty pleasure, reacted. *PAUSE* for those who fainted due to the shock of what they have just read. Yes, you read right, he reacted. Now, I don't know about you but, the moment a bald headed hooligan with a camera shouts words only deemed acceptable after the watershed in my direction, is the moment people will look back on and say in hushed tones, "ah, that was the moment she lost it". If they haven't whispered that already.

In our society there is an unwritten rule, otherwise known as "bollocks the jealous make up to allow themselves to get up in the morning". We appear to believe that those who have dared to have dreams, pushed towards what they want to do, worked day and night tirelessly to make a name for themselves, had the audacity to be noticed and the sheer abruptness to step into the spot light deserve to be punished. Not only do they deserve to be punished but, they deserve to be told they are *insert series of expletives here* and then told so again by a mass of media mobs, and again by a rampage of the Twitterati and then again, by those outside the scrutiny of the public eye.

The "public eye" has become a dirty word. The meaning of the word has become tainted by those outside of it, more specifically those who have a brain the size of a walnut or a penis the size of a jelly bean.

If that photographer had spoken in the same way to the owner of a pet store, he would make the front pages along with a name for himself as a spiteful, nasty, low life bastard with an aversion to goldfish and hamsters. However, if the person on the other end of his tongue is a celebrity we brush it of with a huff a puff and those fatal words, "well, it's a part of the job". Well, I am calling bullshit on it, I am calling bullshit on the whole thing. The word "celebrity" is a mask, a persona. Underneath the mask, the lobster head piece and the perfect pout is a person, a real life being who (and this is not for the faint hearted) has real human emotions. They curse, they pee and on the odd occasion outside of award ceremonies they have a good ole cry. I just hope you aren't the ones making those tears fall.

Talk next week,
B x

P.S If I have sounded somewhat Carrie Bradshaw-esque, moaning, groaning and making every word a sentiment that in some way can be related to shoes, then I am sorry. I am on the third DVD in the series 6 box set and it's starting to take it's toll.

P.P.S In my life, I do more than watch reruns of Sex and the City...I watch Breaking Bad too.