Celebrity. What does it mean to you? Close your eyes and what do you see? A glossy tabloid? Red carpet B-roll? Making it in WWD before you graduate from high school? These, at least 2 for 3, are certainly traditional interpretations. But, maybe 3 months ago celebrity meant that guy you follow on Twitter or maybe even yourself. Perhaps a month after that it was Barack Obama and now it’s some Alaskan hockey mom who, be her pig or pit bull, is definitely wearing lip color of some kind. What’s with the spastic flip-flopping? We’re redefining celebrity so regularly, it is getting difficult guess who the next protagonist will be. They just seem to be getting less sexy and more relevant to every day life. Sensible superstars if you will.
With the Dow recording its biggest closing point drop in history, we suppose it’s just a matter of time before economists become limited edition Barbie dolls or better yet the models that save Eleanor Waldorf’s show under the tents at Bryant Park. Right, Gossip Girl references (and not just because everyone else is doing it)—there to prove that while the face of fame may be evolving, traditional celebrities still fuel the fire. Tinsley Mortimer still makes guest appearances. We still care. And there celebrity goes again serving its function as distraction from everyday woes (only the woes have gotten bigger).
Is there a point when, in relation to the state of the world, that distraction just becomes annoying? And isn’t that the most depressing thought ever? Too much mundane or worse yet, merit-based fame in this country, and it may just be time to pursue that foreign visa.