Burnout To Brighten The Room
Somewhere hidden in the next three years of my life lies a magic teleport button that, if found and pushed, fast forwards through the mundane, right up to the life’s golden era, the “celebrity freak out crisis,” where icons of the public sphere shed the conformity of ‘careers’ and ‘maturity’ in favor of the rapturous embrace of the over the top.
While SOAP may not be the first place in cyberspace to point out this growing tendency, it may be the first to call it a movement.
Clearly, this is the shameless denouncement of the paid dues and moral upbringing that brought them into their place of stardom. In one casual, calculated act, be it a phone call or a kiss, the spur of the moment that compelled them became, by default, the beginning of a new reality*. Ultimately, a more grounded reality, after their subsequent fall from grace. But what makes these moments special, and these tendencies a movement, is the assurance with which they occurred. Life feel different after the fast lane became the HOV lane, then the fuel efficient car lane, and something had to be done about it, in a very public, very obscene, way. And for this I love them, and seek the button to get me there as quickly as possible.
* Other new realities worth mention were born from day time television, and in a tree.
