I was late up last night doing summer work [it seemed productive to do while I couldn't sleep, after reading this post by Kay], and my mind couldn't help but stray away from archetypes & symbols.
I saw on Yahoo! a couple of days ago a story about a guy letting his girlfriend get hit with a foul ball during a baseball game [if you haven't heard of it, you only help my point, thank you]. Now, within this very week, they were on one of those talk shows. The JetBlue guy has been hunted down by paparazzi. The guy Kanye West followed on Twitter has so many followers now [and he didn't truly want them!].
It's ridiculous, because being famous used to mean something fantastic: that you had talent, or was an inspiration to somebody.
The people that don't deserve to become famous do, because of stupid things, & the people who do deserve to be famous, for their fantastic deeds or amazing talents, don't actually become famous.
I mean, somebody could become famous for 'tweeting' [I don't have a Twitter, in reality] that Domino's tomato-free pizza sauce tastes like just a cheap ketchup, and somebody else orders an investigation on it and finds out that it really is cheap ketchup [with real tomatoes], and that tweeter just saved the lives of all the people on a semi-secluded island off the coast of Alaska who are allergic to tomatoes, and they want to make a memorial of him in front of town hall, and BAM! They're famous, and being hunted down by news reporters.
Sorry, for some reason that was truly funny last night.