EVERYBODY IS A STAR






“Don’t believe the hype.” ~ Unknown

When they use a hologram to resurrect a rapper from the dead you know we’re in trouble. Remember this rapper has been dead over 15 years. People gladly paid money to see this hologram perform. I’ll do you one better; the reviews were great! This rapper was a poet. The very core of him was ahead of his time. He was a writer, rapper, producer, poet and actor. We’re digging up the dead because we’re now being bamboozled, and hoodwinked.

You can’t pee on me and tell me it’s raining, but that’s what’s happening to the American public. When you have a family that has parlayed themselves into millionaires and the talent is non-existent between them; Houston we have a problem. I’ll be honest; I’ve contributed to the travesty. I’ve watched the train wrecks like Real Housewives, Basketball Wives, and even the talk shows that purport themselves as the family fix, all done within an hour with commercial breaks. We all contribute to the nonsense. Why don’t we shock these advertisers and producers and turn off the trash? Why? Because it’s like watching a train wreck, you want to turn away, but you just want so badly to see what happens next. Do they survive the wreck? Who makes it out alive?

There’s another part of us that secretly wants to be them. Wow! If she/he can get on television with no plausible talent or skill I know I can do this! Everybody is looking for their 15 minutes. Some have abused this already, “Get the fuck off! You’re done.” Why would anybody leave when you can catapult yourself into stardom, receive untold wealth and you aren’t even required to sing, write, dance, act or anything else?

Instant gratification, that’s what we aspire to. I read an article today that 5 starters with the NCAA Champions were throwing their names into the draft. I’m not saying they’re not talented, but why not get something no one can take away, education. There is no guarantee. If these children get hurt it’s all over. One of the young men fought back tears as they made the joint announcement. He talked about becoming rich and what he was going to do for his Mother. The same Mother that begged him not to quit school and obtain his degree. She knows how life can be. Nothing is promised. These young men are freshmen and sophomores in school. We lift them up just to let them down.

There’s a part of us all that wishes for the fame and fortune. Why else would we continue to support movies where people can’t act and the script isn’t good? We buy records where the vocals have been autotuned. There’s no real instrumentation. If and when these people perform we’re probably going to get a lip-synced performance. We support these contests via television where if you have real talent you are quickly dismissed because you’re not part of the already rigged outcome. You and I have made these talentless reality stars rich, the same men and women that embarrass us every week. There’s something intrinsically wrong with this whole scenario. I’m not sure how, but we’ve got to change this. To be honest, I’m like all other parents. My daughter is getting her doctorate next month, but she’s the same child that can sing anything and everything. I have five octaves and she can match me note for note. One problem, she’s shy. Believe me I know how it feels. I got into modeling to build my own confidence. We couldn’t even get her to sing at church for Nana. She has other talents, but I’m so thankful to see her get her education.

Let’s have a come to Jesus moment. We encourage and support these idiots because they are a part of the American Dream. If you can make it here we can make it. It’s disappointing when your cousin, your son, your daughter, even the guy on the corner has more talent than what we hear on the radio, and what we see on TV. There’s this part of us that encourages it because we’ve been conditioned to excuse it. When you know better you do better. We know better.






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